Code Purple - Part Three
Title: Code Purple
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: R
Pairing: Jensen/Misha
Disclaimer: None of the events mentioned in this story are based on fact and as far as I know, never happened.
Beta: Much thanks to the wonderful inanna1130 and the amazing sprlngdwnwrd for all their beta work. You guys rock!
Author's notes: Written for the 2010 deancasbigbang.
Artist: Many, many thanks to kiasca for creating such wonderful art for me. Art post here
Summary: RPS AU - Movie star and model Misha Collins hasn't been home in over fifteen years. However, with his youngest sister getting married, he finds himself travelling back there to face everything and everyone he ran away from to try and overcome all those things that caused him so much pain. There's only one problem; MTV are following him for a fly on the wall documentary. What could possibly go wrong?
Part Two
Family dinners weren’t one of Misha’s favourite pastimes; not because they were boring or painful to sit through, but because they had always been and always would be, completely wild.
Genevieve had actually skipped out on dinner, Jared having asked her to have dinner with him at his house instead. Misha didn’t expect her back until morning, which was more than fine with him as it meant she wouldn’t be questioning him about Jensen and would be concentrating on her own love life for a change.
But he was slightly thankful that Colton and Cliff were there as his nephew went nuts as soon as he saw his uncle Misha and Misha was struggling to keep up, only perked up by the helping hands - distractions - that Colton and Cliff provided for the kids.
Anyways, at dinner, it was mandatory to wear some kind of disguise. So Misha found himself wearing one of his mother’s old wigs and a pair of Lady Gaga shades out of Genevieve’s luggage, while his nephew wore a bowler hat and a handle bar moustache; his mother had on an extravagant masquerade mask with a crooked witch’s hat and the others were just as crazy. His mom even supplied the camera crew with a box of hats and feather boas and made them put them on.
Then there was their ritual toast given by his father and was spoken backwards, and then they ate - also backwards. Coffee would be first, then dessert, then their main and finishing with the starter. Sure it was a bit unusual family, but that’s just how they were and those that had married into it and were planning on marrying into it were extremely brave. Misha often thought his family’s weirdness was one of the reasons Matt had ‘strayed’, but as the night wore on and things only got a little bit crazier, Misha couldn’t help but think about how much it was Matt’s loss.
After they finished dinner things started to become a somewhat subdued; the disguises coming off and the kids curling up on their parent’s laps as they began to fall asleep. Talk naturally turned to the wedding, which somehow, eventually turned into whether Misha was dating anyone or not. It was Elizabeth who started it, saying that Danielle had called to tell her that he was sleeping with the landscaper.
“I am not sleeping with him,” Misha protested. “Hell I haven’t even kissed him.”
“Well that’s just a big fat lie,” Sasha said with a sly grin.
“Don’t you dare Sasha,” Misha told him, “That was completely different, and how the Hell do you know about it anyway?”
“We went to the same school, remember?” Sasha said. “Everyone was positive you two were dating, hell even I was. You spent so much time together up on that roof it was kind of hard not to think it. So when you disappeared behind that barn with him, of course people were going to follow you and talk about it for years to come.”
“Wait, what is he talking about?” his mom asked.
“Nothing,” Misha told her, glaring at Sasha as he got up to get himself another glass of wine - he’d only had two and wasn’t anywhere near drunk yet.
Unfortunately, Sasha following him as did the camera crew.
“Misha look, you know you running away and never talking to him again broke his heart right?”
“It’s something I’m beginning to realise yes,” Misha nodded, “but I had a broken heart too. Nobody seems to care about that however.”
“So you’ve talked to him about it?”
“Vaguely,” Misha said. “I don’t think either of us wants to really get into it while being observed,” he added, glancing at the cameras.
Sasha turned and glared at them, “Can you guys give us a minute?” he asked to which the crew reluctantly nodded and left them to it.
Sasha quickly closed the door behind them before rounding on his big brother, hand closed over his mic and signalling for Misha to do the same.
“What are you doing here?” Sasha asked him.
“Um, I’m having dinner with my family,” Misha told him with a frown.
Sasha smacked him on the head, “That man is the love of your life Misha and you’re his. Neither of you have ever gotten over each other and if you don’t sort this out once and for all, you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life.”
“Okay fine, but what about the cameras?”
“Fuck the cameras,” Sasha said with a shrug. “Go now. Sneak out the back door, drive over to his and you tell him that you’re sorry and you want to have his babies.”
“Sasha…”
“Go!” Sasha repeated, pointing to the back door.
Misha looked at it then back at his little brother before nodding and slipping his mic off. As quietly as he could, he crept out the back door, pulling the car keys from his pocket where they’d been since that afternoon. As he got into the car, he took the hand break off and let it roll out of the driveway before he started her up and sped away from the house, hoping that Sasha would be able to distract the crew long enough for him to get away.
Jensen had told him the night before that he still lived on his parent’s ranch. But instead of staying in their house, he’d bought some land off of them and built his own home, which of course was Misha’s dream so he was incredibly jealous of him in one sense, but happy for him in another.
It didn’t take long to get there, Misha driving the route without even thinking about it, familiar scenery flying by as he headed into the dirt track that led to the Ackles Ranch.
Jensen’s house wasn’t that far up the track and while it was pretty small - just one storey - it was still impressive. As he parked the car, he realised that there may be a problem; all of the lights in the house were out.
Sitting there, he stared at the house for a moment, his thumbs tapping against the steering wheel as he debated with himself whether to leave or not.
Then his phone rang.
“There any particular reason why you’re staring at my house?”
“Jensen,” Misha said in surprise. “Yes. Um, I…”
A light came on and Misha saw Jensen standing at the window, waving at him.
“I guess you should probably come in then,” Jensen said, “or you can stay out there in the car if you want.”
“Uh no, no I’ll come in,” Misha said, hanging up and taking his keys out of the ignition.
He approached the door, waiting patiently for Jensen to open it. He heard some barking as Jensen obviously made his way to the door, Icarus in tow.
“Hey,” Jensen said as he opened the door to let Misha in.
“Sorry if I woke you,” Misha told him, noting how Jensen was only wearing a white wife beater and a pair of sleep pants.
“I wasn’t quite asleep yet, so you’re forgiven,” Jensen told him as he led him towards the kitchen. “You want a coffee or something?”
“Uh, yeah. Sure,” Misha nodded, sitting himself down at the breakfast bar and trying not to stare at Jensen’s ass as he started up the coffee machine.
“So where’s your shadow?” Jensen asked him.
“My what?” Misha asked in confusion.
“The cameras,” Jensen said as he turned round and smiled.
“Oh them, I uh… Sasha helped me sneak out,” Misha explained just as his phone began to ring. “It’s the producer,” he said, “she’s gonna kill me.”
“Ignore her,” Jensen said as he took the phone from Misha and hit ‘end’ before turning the thing off. “Now, you gonna tell me why your brother helped you escape them?”
Misha sighed, “He said we needed to talk and I guess he felt it was imperative that it happen ASAP.”
“He’s probably right,” Jesnen told him, leaning back against the worktop.
Misha nodded and bit his lip in nervousness for a second before he lifted his head and stared right at Jensen, “Were you really in love with me?”
Jensen blew out a hard breath and swept his hand over his head, “You don’t waste any time do you?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just everyone keeps saying that you loved me and that I broke your heart when I left and I just…”
“Yeah,” Jensen interrupted, “yeah I was completely and utterly head over heels in love with you.”
Misha stared at him in disbelief, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“You never gave me the chance. You went running off and refused to speak to me.”
Misha frowned and looked down again, “I thought you hated me,” he said quietly, “that you were laughing along with everyone else.”
“No Misha,” Jensen said with a shake of his head. “You know I kicked the crap out of Christian for interrupting us?”
“No. No I didn’t know that.”
“Well I did. I’d been wanting to kiss you since the first moment you walked into school. I only kept dating Danneel so I had the excuse to go over to your place and see you. And then when we started hanging out, I was able to break it off with her.”
Misha shook his head, “Why did you wait so long to talk to me?”
“Are you kidding me? You were the cool, easy going, hot new kid. I couldn’t talk to you.”
“I was hot?” Misha asked in surprise. “Jensen, I was fat and ugly.”
“Shut up. You weren’t fat, you just weren’t as skinny as you are now and yeah, you were hot. And intimidating,” Jensen told him as he turned and started pouring the coffee that was now ready. “You know it was me that wrote ‘faggot freak’ on your locker that time?”
“You what?”
Jensen shrugged, “I didn’t know how else to talk to you and I figured that was just as easy a way to do it,” he explained. “I don’t know, I was eighteen and dumb.”
“Yeah,” Misha said as he accepted his coffee, “I guess we both were.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
In retrospect, it was probably a very good thing that Sasha had made Misha go round to Jensen’s when he did as he’d been unable to see him since.
Danielle had requested his presence the next day as they made some of the final preparations for the wedding, so he’d had to cancel his lunch plans with Jensen. Then of course there was the bachelor party in Dallas that he had to attend, not getting back to Brown Oak until the early hours of the morning, and then he had to help his mother with the welcoming and feeding of those family member who were arriving for the wedding the next day.
So all in all, his late night visit to Jensen’s had probably been a very good idea. Of course, now everyone thought they definitely were fucking, when in reality, the most they had shared was a quick kiss on the cheek as Misha said goodbye in the morning.
He had stayed at Jensen’s until well after the sun had come up and the ranch hands started to drive past on their way into work. It wasn’t until his sister called Jensen’s land line to tell him that Misha’s producer was going nuts that he realised he should probably head back to his parent’s place.
As Jensen had walked him to the door, Misha had never been more reluctant to leave anyone in his life. He had just had one of the best nights of his life and all they had done was talk.
They’d spoken about anything and everything; from what happened when they both went to college, to how Misha got in modelling and Jensen landscaping. They talked about Jensen’s house and how Misha wanted to build his own one day, to their hopes for the future and the simple things that would make them both happy to have.
Once they had moved from the kitchen to the living room, they sat down on opposite ends of the couch before slowly drifting towards each other. Being that close, Misha had been overwhelmed with the need to kiss him, he’d felt so comfortable and so at home that it made his chest tighten with want. But he’d held back, not wanting to make Jensen feel like all he’d come over for was to get laid. In the end had been satisfied with just being in Jensen’s presence.
Misha had been in such a good mood that not even the producer’s ranting at possible breaches of contract or Genevieve’s knowing look - even though she’d only got back from her date a half hour before him - was able to put a frown on his face, which is probably why everyone had thought he’d gotten laid. Hell even his relatives who he hadn’t seen in years were telling him he had a glow about him.
He tried to see Jensen that evening, calling him and inviting him round to help bring some calmness to his family’s revelries, but Jensen had, unfortunately, a family commitment of his own that he couldn’t get out of, so Misha didn’t get to see him until the morning of the day before the wedding when he came round to make his final arrangements for the next day.
Misha was sitting having his morning coffee and banana, listening to Colton read his emails out loud and go through his appointments for the next week - he was being flown to the Maldives for a new Davidoff commercial amongst other things - when something caught his eye in the back yard. Tuning Colton out, Misha turned to see Jensen setting about to work, his usual polo shirt gone and in its place was a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off Jensen’s phenomenal muscles to anyone who looked, and Misha was definitely looking.
Leaving Colton sitting in the kitchen, Misha stepped out onto the decking and watched Jensen as he worked, bending down probably more times than was necessary.
“You need something?” he asked Misha over his shoulder, a sly smile on his lips.
“No, no. You carry on. I’m just… enjoying the view,” Misha told him, his own face deadly serious.
Jensen chuckled slightly and shook his head in amusement as he turned back to what he was doing. He was merely setting up his equipment at the moment, probably knowing that Misha’s mom would drag him inside for breakfast any second now.
And sure enough, just as Jensen finished stacking and Misha drained his coffee, the door opened and his mother called them both inside so she could feed them. Misha told her they’d be there in a minute and stood and waited for Jensen to join him on the decking.
“Hey,” Jensen smiled as he stepped right in front of Misha.
“Hey,” Misha replied, his fingers twitching to reach out and take hold of Jensen’s hand.
“So uh, we should probably head inside,” Jensen suggested.
“Probably,” Misha agreed.
But neither of them moved, too busy just staring at one another and Misha was pretty sure that there probably would’ve been kissing involved if his mom hadn’t shouted at them both, making them jump and rush into the kitchen.
They sat side by side at the breakfast bar - the table already full with the others. Misha’s mom took his empty mug off of him and replaced it with a full one, before placing a large coffee in front of Jensen.
“Now Jensen, I know you’ve told me not to, but since this is your last morning with us, I’m invoking the right to spoil you,” Misha’s mom said as she dumped a plate piled high with waffles and syrup and a side plate of other assorted fried food down in front of him.
“Thanks Mrs Krushnic,” Jensen said, too polite to refuse.
“Mrs Krushnic is my mother in law,” she replied. “How many times do I need to tell you? It’s Rebecca. Or I suppose now that you and Misha have gotten your heads out your asses, you could always call me mom.”
She’d done it deliberately. Misha knew she had. No way was it coincidence that she said that just as he took a sip of his coffee.
Jensen patted him on the back as he smiled up at Misha’s mom, “As much as I appreciate it, I don’t think either of us have been able to pull our heads out that far just quite yet.”
Sighing at them both, Misha’s mom gave them both a frustrated look before placing Misha’s breakfast in front of him: pancakes.
“Now, before you complain, it’s all fat free, made with unsalted butter and fried in low calorie oil, so they’re extra healthy.”
“Pancakes will never be healthy Mother,” Misha told her, “but I appreciate the effort.”
Smiling, Misha’s mom leaned over the breakfast bar and planted a kiss atop his head before going to see to the others.
“Why would you complain about pancakes?” Jensen asked curiously. “You used to love pancakes.”
“Yeah and I was thirty pounds heavier and on a one way ride towards a heart attack,” Misha told him.
Jensen eyed him carefully, “How did you lose the weight?”
Misha was silent for a moment before he spoke, “I didn’t eat,” he told him, cutting off a precise square of pancake.
“You didn’t eat?” Jensen asked in confusion. “You mean, like you starved yourself?”
Misha looked over to the others who were pointedly ignoring him so he could tell Jensen about this.
“I suffered from anorexia for a few years during college. Then I collapsed one day on the construction site and the hospital doctors sent me to a shrink and dietician to sort myself out,” he told him, unable to look him in the eyes and see the pity there. “It was hard and it’s still an ongoing battle, but I just try to eat healthily rather than not at all - although my stomach is smaller than normal having shrunk so much, so I don’t have big portions either.”
Jensen was quiet beside him and Misha just couldn’t bring himself to look at him, but then, Jensen took his hand and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Startled, Misha turned his head in his direction, but Jensen had simply gone back to his breakfast, his hand continuing to clasp Misha’s tightly.
And even though Misha knew from experience that Jensen would always be subconsciously watching him to make sure he ate, it was probably the best reaction he’d ever had from anyone about his dirty little secret.
“So,” Jensen began, finally breaking the silence, “what’s in store for today?”
“Um, well…”
“I’m going over to Jared’s,” Genevieve shouted over from the table, “so you can have a Genevieve free day today.”
“You and Jared huh?” Jensen asked. “You two are pretty into each other then?”
“He makes me laugh,” Genevieve informed the room.
“Uh oh,” Colton began, “I think it’s love.”
“Shut up Colton,” she said as she threw a bit of bacon at his head. “Just ‘cause you haven’t got yourself a cowboy.”
“Don’t assume you know anything about my personal life Genevieve,” Colton said as he stuck his tongue out at her.
“Well I think it’s sweet,” Misha’s mom said, “laughter is one of the most important ingredients of a successful relationship. Isn’t that right sweetie?”
“Absolutely,” Misha’s dad replied. “Life would be very boring if nobody laughed.”
“I agree,” Genevieve said. “I actually really like him. It’s a shame he doesn’t live in LA.”
“I’m sure with the right kind of persuasion, he could move,” Jensen said. “Maybe open up a California branch of Happy Endings.”
Genevieve looked at him in disbelief, unsure whether he was just playing around or not.
“Oh, I have an idea,” Misha’s mom said, “why don’t you bring him as your date to the wedding?”
“Uh, how about ‘cause I’m her date?” Misha suggested.
“You can bring Jensen,” she replied flippantly before turning back to Genevieve.
Misha turned and looked at Jensen, sure that he was blushing, “You don’t have to…”
“I was already invited anyway,” Jensen said with a shrug, “at least this way I won’t look like a complete loser with no date.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Misha had been left with very little to do. He’d given Cliff and Colton the day off again, Genevieve was out with Jared and Jensen was working. Elizabeth and his mom were helping Danielle with the final preparation for her dress and other weddingy things, which left him more or less on his own for most of the day.
He spent some of it working out, some of it reading, some of it catching up on twitter and some it replying to business emails. All in all, it was a very boring day, which was why when Jensen arrived back at the house that evening, he found Misha in the eaves of his room, rummaging in the old boxes full of his things from when he was in high school.
“What you doing?” Jensen asked as he stuck his head into the eaves to see what Misha was up to.
Misha, having not known he was there, smacked his head on one of the beams as he jumped in fright.
“Fuck!”
“Ooh, sorry,” Jensen said. “Thought you heard me coming up the stairs. Had to ask your camera crew to kindly step out of the way.”
Misha sighed. Hiding in the eaves had allowed him the chance to have a break from having a camera shoved in his face. He’d had no idea they were just waiting outside though.
“I’m looking for our yearbook,” he said as he began to crawl out, taking an unopened box with him.
“Our yearbook?”
“Yeah, I never actually read the message you left me ‘cause I was too upset. So I wanted to read it.”
Jensen blushed, which only made Misha more curious about what he’d written.
“So,” Jensen said as he cleared his throat, “dinner?”
“Dinner?”
“Yeah, let’s go out for dinner.”
Misha looked down at himself, horrified at the amount of dust that was covering him.
“I have to change,” he said.
“I like you all dirty,” Jensen said with a grin as Misha turned and pulled his t-shirt over his head, throwing it on the pile of laundry that was getting bigger by the day.
“Yes well, I have an image to uphold,” Misha told him with a grin of his own, knowing that the only reason Jensen hadn’t thrown him down onto the bed to ravish him already was because of the camera crew. “So where are we going for dinner anyway?” he asked as he pulled a couple of shirts out of the wardrobe.
“It’s a surprise,” Jensen told him, “but wear the blue one.”
Misha nodded and put the grey one back in the wardrobe. Jensen himself was wearing a white shirt, showing off his worker’s tan and making Misha half hard just from looking at him. But of course, he had to change his pants didn’t he as the ones he had on were all ripped and worn.
“Keep those ones on,” Jensen said. “Your ass looks good in them.”
Misha snorted in amusement as he grabbed his boots and before long, they were headed down the stairs and out into the warm night air.
“We’ll take my car,” Jensen said as he pointed to the bright blue Jeep Wrangler parked at the other side of the street.
“We’ll need to get a camera in there,” one of the crewmen stated.
“You really don’t,” Jensen told them.
Seeing that a fight was about to start and knowing he was already on thin ice with the producers, Misha gave Jensen the keys to his rental, “We’ll take mine. It already has a camera in it.”
Jensen sighed but didn’t argue, taking the keys and going towards the Landrover.
“So how was your day?” Jensen asked once they were inside the car.
“Boring,” Misha said. “I’m too used to having Genevieve around to entertain me.”
“Young love eh?” Jensen joked.
“You know, I’ve not seen her this interested in a guy for a long time,” Misha pointed out. “If Jared hurts her, I’ll probably have to kill him.”
Jensen couldn’t help but laugh at that, “Jared? Hurt anyone? You’re kidding right? It’s physically impossible for him to inflict pain on anyone else. The guy’s got a heart of gold. And from what he’s told me about her, he’s pretty head over heels himself.”
“Well that’s okay then,” Misha smiled.
“I’m glad you approve,” Jensen said, “frankly I’m still trying to get my head round the fact that me and Jay are both dating super models.”
Misha couldn’t help but laugh at that before sobering up a little as he realised what Jensen had just said.
“Well, I never thought I’d end up dating a cowboy and I bet Genevieve didn’t either.”
“You know, I’m not actually a cowboy right?” Jensen asked. “I have no cows.”
“Shh,” Misha said. “Don’t ruin my fantasy.”
It was Jensen’s turn to laugh then, shaking his head in amusement as he continued to drive to what Misha soon noticed was further and further out of town. It wasn’t until thirty minutes later that Misha realised where they were going.
“You’re taking me to the drive-in?”
“Yeah,” Jensen said, “you know, for old time’s sake,” he told him.
“We went to the drive-in once and you left me sitting by myself because you went to hang out with your jock buddies,” Misha pointed out, making Jensen cringe.
“I know, and I’ve felt like an ass about that ever since,” he admitted. “I had been planning on kissing you that night. But when I saw Christian and the guys I chickened out and just… I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Misha said. “Just buy me a slushie and I’ll forgive you.”
“Done,” Jensen said, reaching over to give Misha’s hand a squeeze.
When they got to the drive-in, Misha was pleased to find out that the camera crew didn’t have permission to enter and he couldn’t help but think that Jensen had gone out of his way to find the one place they didn’t have permission for to take him, especially when he reached forward and disconnected the camera inside the car.
Unfortunately however, the movie that was showing was one that Misha was in. it wasn’t a big part, he was only in a few scenes, but it was enough to make him cringe.
“I really had no idea,” Jensen said as he handed him his slushie. “I thought it was horror night.”
“It’s fine Jensen,” Misha said as he stared up a twenty foot version of himself and taking a large sip of his slushie.
“We don’t have to watch it,” Jensen told him. “We could do something else.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
Misha didn’t really have a chance to comprehend what was happening before Jensen had pushed forward and captured his lips in a hard kiss. He gasped in surprise before tipping his head back and letting Jensen deepen the kiss. God Jensen was a good kisser, more so than Misha had ever imagined. It was the most perfect and delicious second first kiss that Misha could’ve hoped for, and the strong hand cupping his jaw only made him more hyper aware of who he was kissing and how long he’d been waiting for it.
When Jensen pulled back, he grinned at Misha, “Or we could go get something to eat in the diner?”
Misha thought about it for a second before placing his slushie in the cup holder. He reached forward with his now empty hand and grabbed a fistful of Jensen’s shirt and pulled him back towards him, “Dinner can wait,” he told him before he began to kiss him once more and the two of them proceeded to make out like a couple of teenagers, trying their hardest to make up for lost time.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Misha was glad for once, that he was a morning person and that he was used to working on only a few hours sleep as he had been rudely awakened by one of his aunts just after seven and told to get up and help his mother.
And so, feeling like a member of the waking dead, he’d dragged his ass out of bed - noting that Genevieve’s side of the bed was still empty - and went to find out what the hell he was supposed to be helping with.
Turns out, it was setting up chairs and tables in the yard. It was already full of men moving garden furniture about and Misha would’ve left them to it and gone to pour his coffee instead, but he recognised a certain pair of shoulders that had been wrapped up in his arms five hours previously.
He and Jensen had gone out for dinner after the movie, or rather after all the movement from the other cars leaving had interrupted their very heated make out session. It had been just as well really as Misha wasn’t sure if he’d have been able to hold himself back much longer.
After dinner, where they’d spent the entire time trying to ignore the cameras that were right in their faces, Jensen had taken Misha back to his place, locking out the cameras and allowing them to pick up where they’d left off at the drive-in.
They didn’t sleep with each other, though they did take things a little further than just kissing - they were red blooded men after all - but agreed that while they might not have a lot of time left together, jumping into bed wouldn’t feel right either. Still, Misha had stayed until late into the night, only heading home because he knew his presence would be requested for some kind of menial task. However, with Jensen’s presence there, he might enjoy it a bit better.
“You’re up early,” he said as he sidled up behind the man in question and put his arms around his waist.
Jensen turned and smiled at him before leaning in for a kiss, “Bedhead?” he asked as his eyes went up the way.
Misha self consciously tried to flatten his hair, but Jensen’s hand on his arm stopped him.
“I like it. It’s cute,” Jensen told him before kissing him again. “You eaten yet?”
“No. I only just woke up.”
“Sloth,” Jensen teased as he took Misha’s hand and began leading him back into the house.
“Hey, you’re supposed to be helping outside,” Misha’s aunt shouted at him as they passed her.
“There’s more than enough people out there,” Jensen told her, “and Misha hasn’t eaten yet.”
“Jensen,” Misha warned, knowing how fiery his aunt could be, but she merely narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before nodding in approval and telling them she’d just brewed some fresh coffee if they were thirsty.
“You know, I thought the first time you’d make me breakfast would be under different circumstances,” Misha told him.
“Yeah well, maybe its best there’re other people around; stops me from throwing you over the counter and…”
“Morning boys,” Genevieve said as she strolled into the kitchen, Jared in tow.
“Guys,” Jared nodded.
“You spend the night?” Genevieve asked Jensen.
“Unlike some people, we know how to keep our pants on,” Misha told her as Jensen handed him a mug full of coffee.
“Funny,” Genevieve said before sticking her tongue out at him.
“So how goes this thing with you two anyway?” Misha asked her.
“Good,” Genevieve said, a soft smile on her lips and that really confused the Hell out of Misha, as usually she wasn’t so ‘quiet’ about the men she was involved with, even if they were standing right there.
“I got your text,” Jared said to Jensen, interrupting the silence, “you need help?”
“Chairs outside,” Jensen said, “Aunt Gertrude will show you.”
“Right,” Jared nodded, a suspicious look on his face as if he was wondering why Misha and Jensen weren’t out there. But he didn’t complain, just leaned down and gave Genevieve a kiss before disappearing out the back.
“Well I’m beat, I’m going back to bed for an hour,” Genevieve said, turning to leave.
“Damn,” Misha said once she was gone.
“What?” Jensen asked.
“I was going to go back to bed, but I can’t if she’s there.”
“Why not?”
“Because I was planning on taking you with me,” Misha explained, making Jensen raise a curious eyebrow at him. “Just to sleep. Nothing else. I promise.”
“Sure, sleep. I believe you. Thousands wouldn’t.”
“Do I look like I have the energy for anything else?”
Jensen studied him for a moment before wrapping his arms around Misha’s waist, “Why don’t you go back to bed then?” he asked. “I’ll cover for you, no one will know. Well, no one but Genevieve.”
Misha bit his lip, contemplating it. But just as he was about to make a decision, Elizabeth came flying into the room.
“Where’s Genevieve? Is she here?”
“She just went upstairs. Why?”
“Oh good. We have a sort of fashion emergency.”
“Fashion emergency?”
“Yes,” she said as she grabbed his arm, “we need you too.”
“What? But Jensen…”
“Don’t you worry about me babe,” Jensen said as he waved, “go have fun playing dress up.”
Misha scowled at him, but made sure to grab his coffee before Elizabeth swept him away. It was going to be a long day and he was sure to need as much caffeine as he could lay his hands on.
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~*~*~*~*~*~
Misha hadn’t been surprised at how beautiful his sister had been or that after all the mayhem in the morning the ceremony had gone off without a hitch.
Almost the entirety of the town was there; with Robbie and Danielle living in the middle of town, Robbie working in the heart of the community, meant that everyone knew them.
Richard and Vicki were there with the kids and they’d both raised an eyebrow at Misha when they’d clocked him holding hands with Jensen and even more so when they saw Genevieve with Jared, who even Misha had to admit, looked extremely in love with each other.
But then Elizabeth had whispered as much to him as she walked past about himself and Jensen, which had made him blush more than anything. Every time he looked at Jensen, or felt his hand on his back or clasped in his own, he felt so giddy that he kind of had to agree. However, as he realised he was falling and falling hard for the man by his side, he began to feel more miserable by the moment.
As the day wore on, turning into evening, Misha began to help himself to the alcohol kindly supplied by Jim and Traci, watching as Jensen interacted with those around them, day dreaming about what life might be like were he to move back here and spend the rest of his days with Jensen… but then, with work, it wasn’t really viable.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” Jensen told him, giving him a quick kiss before disappearing.
Misha had nodded, assuming that he’d just been going to the bathroom or something. But he couldn’t have been more wrong. He was just about to get up and get himself something stronger to drink when the lead singer in the band that was playing called for everyone’s attention and introduced a guest singer who would play a couple of songs while the band had a quick break. The guest singer being Jensen.
Jensen smiled and waved at everyone as he sat himself down on a stool and brought a guitar up onto his lap. He then asked for everyone but the happy couple to leave the dance floor before he started playing.
Misha wasn’t sure what the first song was as he couldn’t take his eyes off of Jensen, blocking out everything else. He looked so at ease up there, so content and happy like that’s where he was meant to be… not in someone’s back yard laying turf. Then Jensen started to play a different song and other people started dancing, but still, Misha didn’t look away from Jensen. He was actually making a Kelly Clarkson song sound good, full of passion, and Misha knew that it was directed at him. It was a slower version than usual, but sounded absolutely beautiful. He sang one more song after that, a classic, before the band returned and he took his seat next to Misha again.
Misha didn’t say anything to him, just took hold of his hand and brought it up to his mouth to place a kiss on his knuckles. He could feel Jensen swelling with happiness beside him and he couldn’t help but mirror that feeling.
They sat together for a bit longer, Misha introducing Jensen to his weird uncles who weren’t really uncles but had always been a part of his family, while Jensen smiled and played the part of the doting boyfriend well. But apparently, Jensen was getting bored as he soon pulled Misha up to dance, ignoring the catcalls from Genevieve and Jared as he wrapped his strong arms around Misha’s lithe frame.
“Jensen?” Misha asked, wondering why he was being so clingy all of a sudden.
“I don’t want you to go tomorrow,” Jensen told him.
Misha sighed and leaned into Jensen, resting the sides of their heads together, “I don’t want to either,” he said, “but I have to.”
“I know. Still don’t have to like it though right?” he joked. “I feel like we’re just getting to know each other again.”
Misha didn’t say anything, just held on tighter as they swayed to the music, Jensen placing soft kisses on his neck.
“I think,” Jensen began, “I think I might be falling in love with you again.”
“Jensen,” Misha pleaded, “please don’t.”
“Why not?” Jensen asked as he pulled back to look at him.
“Because I can’t do this again,” Misha told him. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to survive the pain this time round.”
“Misha that’s not…”
“Sorry. I just can’t.”
Misha turned and walked away from him and up into the house. He ignored the questioning looks from his father and his brother and somehow managed to avoid the cameras and make his way to his room safely. Well, as safely as dying from a breaking heart could be.
He knew he was crazy about Jensen, he always had been. But he hadn’t realised just how he felt until Jensen had said it and he wanted nothing more than to stay wrapped up in those arms for the rest of his days.
When he got to his room, he slammed the door shut and began pacing, unable to calm himself and think clearly about his and Jensen’s situation. As he turned back from the wall to pace towards the door once more, he was very surprised to see Jensen standing there with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
“You really think I was gonna let you walk away from me again?” Jensen asked.
“Jensen I…”
“It’s okay,” Jensen said as he stepped forward, “I get it. I do. Just… come join me on the roof.”
Misha stood in shock for a moment and watched as Jensen opened up the window and climbed up onto the roof before his legs disappeared. Misha wasn’t sure what to do, but when Jensen’s head appeared again and he asked him if he was coming or not, Misha moved quickly, climbing out the window and up to sit next to Jensen who was in the middle of pouring the champagne into the glasses for them.
“So here’s the thing,” Jensen said as he handed him a glass, “my business is more or less bankrupt. This was my last job and then I was gonna go work for my parents on the ranch again.”
“Shit Jensen. Why didn’t you say anything?” Misha asked.
“’Cause I didn’t know what was gonna happen to us,” Jensen said with a shrug. “But now, now I’m pretty sure that I’m gonna go back to LA with you.”
“What?” Misha asked, frozen in shock.
“Well if you’ll have me? I mean, I’ll need to find a job and I…”
Misha cut Jensen off as he pounced on him, almost kissing the life out of him.
“I take it that’s a yes then?” Jensen asked with a grin when Misha finally pulled back from him.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m very sad that your business is going under, but… God Jensen, I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d had to leave you here again.”
Jensen smiled once more and leaned forward so that their foreheads were touching, “I’m never letting you go ever again Dmitri Krushnic.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Misha yawned as the sound of the birds outside began to wake him up. Lifting his head, he could see that the window had been left open from the night before, but then he noticed the large, masculine and naked body lying next to him and he couldn’t bring himself to care.
The bed sheet had fallen down so that it barely covered Jensen’s ass, the tip of the groove of his ass visible and within touching distance. But Misha didn’t touch just yet, instead turning to admire the view.
Jensen looked so beautiful in his sleep, more so than he usually was and Misha hadn’t thought that was possible. They had stayed out on the roof for quite a while, kissing and cuddling and getting drunk as they talked about when and how Jensen would move to LA. He’d have to sell or rent out his home and equipment from the business first, so he wouldn’t be there straight away. After some convincing, he agreed to meet with one of Misha’s friends about getting a manager and possibly a record deal, but he didn’t actually care about that so long as he got to be with Misha whenever they had a spare minute.
As the party wound down and the happy couple went off to their night in the Dallas hotel Misha had booked for them, they had sat and watched everyone leave until the night air became too cool to sit out in and they made their way inside.
They hadn’t actually planned to have sex, but as they kissed and began to undress each other, that’s just how things naturally progressed and they’d ended up falling into bed together. They hadn’t rushed things, taking their time to learn each other’s bodies and draw out each other’s pleasure for as long as possible before exhaustion overwhelmed them and they fell asleep wrapped around each other with content smiles upon their faces.
Smiling again at the memory of the night before, Misha placed a series of gentle kisses on Jensen’s shoulder, while trailing a gentle finger down Jensen’s spine slowly before working back up again.
“Mmm, I could get used to waking up like this,” Jensen mumbled as he slowly blinked his eyes open.
“Good,” Misha said, “I plan to never let you out of my bed.”
“That so?” Jensen asked, eyebrow raised.
“It is,” Misha nodded, his hand slipping underneath the sheet to caress Jensen’s ass while leaning in for a kiss.
Jensen turned to lean up into the kiss, however just as things were about to heat up, they were very rudely interrupted.
Genevieve stormed into the room, stripping as she went, “Don’t mind me,” she said, “just getting changed. But you should make it quick ‘cause we need to leave soon and Colton will start laying eggs if you are running late.”
“And good morning to you too Genevieve,” Misha said as he took his hand back and pulled the sheet up and over his and Jensen’s bodies, thankful that there was no camera in sight.
Genevieve smiled at him and headed down to the bathroom while Misha turned to Jensen, “I suppose we should get up then?”
“So much for keeping me in your bed.”
“There’ll be plenty of time for that,” Misha told him, giving him one more kiss before dragging his ass out of bed.
From that point on, ‘chaos’ would be the only way to describe the Tippens-Krushnic household that morning. Sasha and Elizabeth turned up for breakfast with the kids to say goodbye while Misha rushed to get all of his clothing packed, thankfully helped by Jensen while Colton helped Genevieve. Then Danielle and Robbie returned from Dallas, distracting Misha for longer than Colton would’ve liked as they thanked him.
As things really started to get crazy, Jensen disappeared and Misha had thought he’d gone home for a while before he found him sitting out in the back yard with Jared eating platefuls of Misha’s mother’s food.
When they finally left for the airport, after packing up all of their bags, Jared hoisted Genevieve up to sit on his hips as he kissed her as if his life depended on it. Misha smiled at them before turning to Jensen.
“I hope you’re not looking for me to lift you up like that,” Jensen said with humour in his eyes.
“I doubt my legs would be able to clamp around your waist properly anyway,” Misha told him, “I’m feeling particularly bow legged today.”
Jensen grinned and pulled Misha into a hard kiss, his arms wrapping around his body and holding him tight.
“Call me when you get to LA,” Jensen told him.
“I promise,” Misha nodded. “If you’re not in California by next week I’m coming back here to get you. Understood?”
“Yes Sir,” Jensen smiled, kissing him once more before finally letting him go.
Reluctantly, Misha climbed into the car, Genevieve climbing in after. Together the two of them sat and stared out the window forlornly at their Texan boys, both wondering when they would get to see them next.
TBC
Epilogue
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: R
Pairing: Jensen/Misha
Disclaimer: None of the events mentioned in this story are based on fact and as far as I know, never happened.
Beta: Much thanks to the wonderful inanna1130 and the amazing sprlngdwnwrd for all their beta work. You guys rock!
Author's notes: Written for the 2010 deancasbigbang.
Artist: Many, many thanks to kiasca for creating such wonderful art for me. Art post here
Summary: RPS AU - Movie star and model Misha Collins hasn't been home in over fifteen years. However, with his youngest sister getting married, he finds himself travelling back there to face everything and everyone he ran away from to try and overcome all those things that caused him so much pain. There's only one problem; MTV are following him for a fly on the wall documentary. What could possibly go wrong?
Part Two
Family dinners weren’t one of Misha’s favourite pastimes; not because they were boring or painful to sit through, but because they had always been and always would be, completely wild.
Genevieve had actually skipped out on dinner, Jared having asked her to have dinner with him at his house instead. Misha didn’t expect her back until morning, which was more than fine with him as it meant she wouldn’t be questioning him about Jensen and would be concentrating on her own love life for a change.
But he was slightly thankful that Colton and Cliff were there as his nephew went nuts as soon as he saw his uncle Misha and Misha was struggling to keep up, only perked up by the helping hands - distractions - that Colton and Cliff provided for the kids.
Anyways, at dinner, it was mandatory to wear some kind of disguise. So Misha found himself wearing one of his mother’s old wigs and a pair of Lady Gaga shades out of Genevieve’s luggage, while his nephew wore a bowler hat and a handle bar moustache; his mother had on an extravagant masquerade mask with a crooked witch’s hat and the others were just as crazy. His mom even supplied the camera crew with a box of hats and feather boas and made them put them on.
Then there was their ritual toast given by his father and was spoken backwards, and then they ate - also backwards. Coffee would be first, then dessert, then their main and finishing with the starter. Sure it was a bit unusual family, but that’s just how they were and those that had married into it and were planning on marrying into it were extremely brave. Misha often thought his family’s weirdness was one of the reasons Matt had ‘strayed’, but as the night wore on and things only got a little bit crazier, Misha couldn’t help but think about how much it was Matt’s loss.
After they finished dinner things started to become a somewhat subdued; the disguises coming off and the kids curling up on their parent’s laps as they began to fall asleep. Talk naturally turned to the wedding, which somehow, eventually turned into whether Misha was dating anyone or not. It was Elizabeth who started it, saying that Danielle had called to tell her that he was sleeping with the landscaper.
“I am not sleeping with him,” Misha protested. “Hell I haven’t even kissed him.”
“Well that’s just a big fat lie,” Sasha said with a sly grin.
“Don’t you dare Sasha,” Misha told him, “That was completely different, and how the Hell do you know about it anyway?”
“We went to the same school, remember?” Sasha said. “Everyone was positive you two were dating, hell even I was. You spent so much time together up on that roof it was kind of hard not to think it. So when you disappeared behind that barn with him, of course people were going to follow you and talk about it for years to come.”
“Wait, what is he talking about?” his mom asked.
“Nothing,” Misha told her, glaring at Sasha as he got up to get himself another glass of wine - he’d only had two and wasn’t anywhere near drunk yet.
Unfortunately, Sasha following him as did the camera crew.
“Misha look, you know you running away and never talking to him again broke his heart right?”
“It’s something I’m beginning to realise yes,” Misha nodded, “but I had a broken heart too. Nobody seems to care about that however.”
“So you’ve talked to him about it?”
“Vaguely,” Misha said. “I don’t think either of us wants to really get into it while being observed,” he added, glancing at the cameras.
Sasha turned and glared at them, “Can you guys give us a minute?” he asked to which the crew reluctantly nodded and left them to it.
Sasha quickly closed the door behind them before rounding on his big brother, hand closed over his mic and signalling for Misha to do the same.
“What are you doing here?” Sasha asked him.
“Um, I’m having dinner with my family,” Misha told him with a frown.
Sasha smacked him on the head, “That man is the love of your life Misha and you’re his. Neither of you have ever gotten over each other and if you don’t sort this out once and for all, you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life.”
“Okay fine, but what about the cameras?”
“Fuck the cameras,” Sasha said with a shrug. “Go now. Sneak out the back door, drive over to his and you tell him that you’re sorry and you want to have his babies.”
“Sasha…”
“Go!” Sasha repeated, pointing to the back door.
Misha looked at it then back at his little brother before nodding and slipping his mic off. As quietly as he could, he crept out the back door, pulling the car keys from his pocket where they’d been since that afternoon. As he got into the car, he took the hand break off and let it roll out of the driveway before he started her up and sped away from the house, hoping that Sasha would be able to distract the crew long enough for him to get away.
Jensen had told him the night before that he still lived on his parent’s ranch. But instead of staying in their house, he’d bought some land off of them and built his own home, which of course was Misha’s dream so he was incredibly jealous of him in one sense, but happy for him in another.
It didn’t take long to get there, Misha driving the route without even thinking about it, familiar scenery flying by as he headed into the dirt track that led to the Ackles Ranch.
Jensen’s house wasn’t that far up the track and while it was pretty small - just one storey - it was still impressive. As he parked the car, he realised that there may be a problem; all of the lights in the house were out.
Sitting there, he stared at the house for a moment, his thumbs tapping against the steering wheel as he debated with himself whether to leave or not.
Then his phone rang.
“There any particular reason why you’re staring at my house?”
“Jensen,” Misha said in surprise. “Yes. Um, I…”
A light came on and Misha saw Jensen standing at the window, waving at him.
“I guess you should probably come in then,” Jensen said, “or you can stay out there in the car if you want.”
“Uh no, no I’ll come in,” Misha said, hanging up and taking his keys out of the ignition.
He approached the door, waiting patiently for Jensen to open it. He heard some barking as Jensen obviously made his way to the door, Icarus in tow.
“Hey,” Jensen said as he opened the door to let Misha in.
“Sorry if I woke you,” Misha told him, noting how Jensen was only wearing a white wife beater and a pair of sleep pants.
“I wasn’t quite asleep yet, so you’re forgiven,” Jensen told him as he led him towards the kitchen. “You want a coffee or something?”
“Uh, yeah. Sure,” Misha nodded, sitting himself down at the breakfast bar and trying not to stare at Jensen’s ass as he started up the coffee machine.
“So where’s your shadow?” Jensen asked him.
“My what?” Misha asked in confusion.
“The cameras,” Jensen said as he turned round and smiled.
“Oh them, I uh… Sasha helped me sneak out,” Misha explained just as his phone began to ring. “It’s the producer,” he said, “she’s gonna kill me.”
“Ignore her,” Jensen said as he took the phone from Misha and hit ‘end’ before turning the thing off. “Now, you gonna tell me why your brother helped you escape them?”
Misha sighed, “He said we needed to talk and I guess he felt it was imperative that it happen ASAP.”
“He’s probably right,” Jesnen told him, leaning back against the worktop.
Misha nodded and bit his lip in nervousness for a second before he lifted his head and stared right at Jensen, “Were you really in love with me?”
Jensen blew out a hard breath and swept his hand over his head, “You don’t waste any time do you?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just everyone keeps saying that you loved me and that I broke your heart when I left and I just…”
“Yeah,” Jensen interrupted, “yeah I was completely and utterly head over heels in love with you.”
Misha stared at him in disbelief, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“You never gave me the chance. You went running off and refused to speak to me.”
Misha frowned and looked down again, “I thought you hated me,” he said quietly, “that you were laughing along with everyone else.”
“No Misha,” Jensen said with a shake of his head. “You know I kicked the crap out of Christian for interrupting us?”
“No. No I didn’t know that.”
“Well I did. I’d been wanting to kiss you since the first moment you walked into school. I only kept dating Danneel so I had the excuse to go over to your place and see you. And then when we started hanging out, I was able to break it off with her.”
Misha shook his head, “Why did you wait so long to talk to me?”
“Are you kidding me? You were the cool, easy going, hot new kid. I couldn’t talk to you.”
“I was hot?” Misha asked in surprise. “Jensen, I was fat and ugly.”
“Shut up. You weren’t fat, you just weren’t as skinny as you are now and yeah, you were hot. And intimidating,” Jensen told him as he turned and started pouring the coffee that was now ready. “You know it was me that wrote ‘faggot freak’ on your locker that time?”
“You what?”
Jensen shrugged, “I didn’t know how else to talk to you and I figured that was just as easy a way to do it,” he explained. “I don’t know, I was eighteen and dumb.”
“Yeah,” Misha said as he accepted his coffee, “I guess we both were.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
In retrospect, it was probably a very good thing that Sasha had made Misha go round to Jensen’s when he did as he’d been unable to see him since.
Danielle had requested his presence the next day as they made some of the final preparations for the wedding, so he’d had to cancel his lunch plans with Jensen. Then of course there was the bachelor party in Dallas that he had to attend, not getting back to Brown Oak until the early hours of the morning, and then he had to help his mother with the welcoming and feeding of those family member who were arriving for the wedding the next day.
So all in all, his late night visit to Jensen’s had probably been a very good idea. Of course, now everyone thought they definitely were fucking, when in reality, the most they had shared was a quick kiss on the cheek as Misha said goodbye in the morning.
He had stayed at Jensen’s until well after the sun had come up and the ranch hands started to drive past on their way into work. It wasn’t until his sister called Jensen’s land line to tell him that Misha’s producer was going nuts that he realised he should probably head back to his parent’s place.
As Jensen had walked him to the door, Misha had never been more reluctant to leave anyone in his life. He had just had one of the best nights of his life and all they had done was talk.
They’d spoken about anything and everything; from what happened when they both went to college, to how Misha got in modelling and Jensen landscaping. They talked about Jensen’s house and how Misha wanted to build his own one day, to their hopes for the future and the simple things that would make them both happy to have.
Once they had moved from the kitchen to the living room, they sat down on opposite ends of the couch before slowly drifting towards each other. Being that close, Misha had been overwhelmed with the need to kiss him, he’d felt so comfortable and so at home that it made his chest tighten with want. But he’d held back, not wanting to make Jensen feel like all he’d come over for was to get laid. In the end had been satisfied with just being in Jensen’s presence.
Misha had been in such a good mood that not even the producer’s ranting at possible breaches of contract or Genevieve’s knowing look - even though she’d only got back from her date a half hour before him - was able to put a frown on his face, which is probably why everyone had thought he’d gotten laid. Hell even his relatives who he hadn’t seen in years were telling him he had a glow about him.
He tried to see Jensen that evening, calling him and inviting him round to help bring some calmness to his family’s revelries, but Jensen had, unfortunately, a family commitment of his own that he couldn’t get out of, so Misha didn’t get to see him until the morning of the day before the wedding when he came round to make his final arrangements for the next day.
Misha was sitting having his morning coffee and banana, listening to Colton read his emails out loud and go through his appointments for the next week - he was being flown to the Maldives for a new Davidoff commercial amongst other things - when something caught his eye in the back yard. Tuning Colton out, Misha turned to see Jensen setting about to work, his usual polo shirt gone and in its place was a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off Jensen’s phenomenal muscles to anyone who looked, and Misha was definitely looking.
Leaving Colton sitting in the kitchen, Misha stepped out onto the decking and watched Jensen as he worked, bending down probably more times than was necessary.
“You need something?” he asked Misha over his shoulder, a sly smile on his lips.
“No, no. You carry on. I’m just… enjoying the view,” Misha told him, his own face deadly serious.
Jensen chuckled slightly and shook his head in amusement as he turned back to what he was doing. He was merely setting up his equipment at the moment, probably knowing that Misha’s mom would drag him inside for breakfast any second now.
And sure enough, just as Jensen finished stacking and Misha drained his coffee, the door opened and his mother called them both inside so she could feed them. Misha told her they’d be there in a minute and stood and waited for Jensen to join him on the decking.
“Hey,” Jensen smiled as he stepped right in front of Misha.
“Hey,” Misha replied, his fingers twitching to reach out and take hold of Jensen’s hand.
“So uh, we should probably head inside,” Jensen suggested.
“Probably,” Misha agreed.
But neither of them moved, too busy just staring at one another and Misha was pretty sure that there probably would’ve been kissing involved if his mom hadn’t shouted at them both, making them jump and rush into the kitchen.
They sat side by side at the breakfast bar - the table already full with the others. Misha’s mom took his empty mug off of him and replaced it with a full one, before placing a large coffee in front of Jensen.
“Now Jensen, I know you’ve told me not to, but since this is your last morning with us, I’m invoking the right to spoil you,” Misha’s mom said as she dumped a plate piled high with waffles and syrup and a side plate of other assorted fried food down in front of him.
“Thanks Mrs Krushnic,” Jensen said, too polite to refuse.
“Mrs Krushnic is my mother in law,” she replied. “How many times do I need to tell you? It’s Rebecca. Or I suppose now that you and Misha have gotten your heads out your asses, you could always call me mom.”
She’d done it deliberately. Misha knew she had. No way was it coincidence that she said that just as he took a sip of his coffee.
Jensen patted him on the back as he smiled up at Misha’s mom, “As much as I appreciate it, I don’t think either of us have been able to pull our heads out that far just quite yet.”
Sighing at them both, Misha’s mom gave them both a frustrated look before placing Misha’s breakfast in front of him: pancakes.
“Now, before you complain, it’s all fat free, made with unsalted butter and fried in low calorie oil, so they’re extra healthy.”
“Pancakes will never be healthy Mother,” Misha told her, “but I appreciate the effort.”
Smiling, Misha’s mom leaned over the breakfast bar and planted a kiss atop his head before going to see to the others.
“Why would you complain about pancakes?” Jensen asked curiously. “You used to love pancakes.”
“Yeah and I was thirty pounds heavier and on a one way ride towards a heart attack,” Misha told him.
Jensen eyed him carefully, “How did you lose the weight?”
Misha was silent for a moment before he spoke, “I didn’t eat,” he told him, cutting off a precise square of pancake.
“You didn’t eat?” Jensen asked in confusion. “You mean, like you starved yourself?”
Misha looked over to the others who were pointedly ignoring him so he could tell Jensen about this.
“I suffered from anorexia for a few years during college. Then I collapsed one day on the construction site and the hospital doctors sent me to a shrink and dietician to sort myself out,” he told him, unable to look him in the eyes and see the pity there. “It was hard and it’s still an ongoing battle, but I just try to eat healthily rather than not at all - although my stomach is smaller than normal having shrunk so much, so I don’t have big portions either.”
Jensen was quiet beside him and Misha just couldn’t bring himself to look at him, but then, Jensen took his hand and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Startled, Misha turned his head in his direction, but Jensen had simply gone back to his breakfast, his hand continuing to clasp Misha’s tightly.
And even though Misha knew from experience that Jensen would always be subconsciously watching him to make sure he ate, it was probably the best reaction he’d ever had from anyone about his dirty little secret.
“So,” Jensen began, finally breaking the silence, “what’s in store for today?”
“Um, well…”
“I’m going over to Jared’s,” Genevieve shouted over from the table, “so you can have a Genevieve free day today.”
“You and Jared huh?” Jensen asked. “You two are pretty into each other then?”
“He makes me laugh,” Genevieve informed the room.
“Uh oh,” Colton began, “I think it’s love.”
“Shut up Colton,” she said as she threw a bit of bacon at his head. “Just ‘cause you haven’t got yourself a cowboy.”
“Don’t assume you know anything about my personal life Genevieve,” Colton said as he stuck his tongue out at her.
“Well I think it’s sweet,” Misha’s mom said, “laughter is one of the most important ingredients of a successful relationship. Isn’t that right sweetie?”
“Absolutely,” Misha’s dad replied. “Life would be very boring if nobody laughed.”
“I agree,” Genevieve said. “I actually really like him. It’s a shame he doesn’t live in LA.”
“I’m sure with the right kind of persuasion, he could move,” Jensen said. “Maybe open up a California branch of Happy Endings.”
Genevieve looked at him in disbelief, unsure whether he was just playing around or not.
“Oh, I have an idea,” Misha’s mom said, “why don’t you bring him as your date to the wedding?”
“Uh, how about ‘cause I’m her date?” Misha suggested.
“You can bring Jensen,” she replied flippantly before turning back to Genevieve.
Misha turned and looked at Jensen, sure that he was blushing, “You don’t have to…”
“I was already invited anyway,” Jensen said with a shrug, “at least this way I won’t look like a complete loser with no date.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Misha had been left with very little to do. He’d given Cliff and Colton the day off again, Genevieve was out with Jared and Jensen was working. Elizabeth and his mom were helping Danielle with the final preparation for her dress and other weddingy things, which left him more or less on his own for most of the day.
He spent some of it working out, some of it reading, some of it catching up on twitter and some it replying to business emails. All in all, it was a very boring day, which was why when Jensen arrived back at the house that evening, he found Misha in the eaves of his room, rummaging in the old boxes full of his things from when he was in high school.
“What you doing?” Jensen asked as he stuck his head into the eaves to see what Misha was up to.
Misha, having not known he was there, smacked his head on one of the beams as he jumped in fright.
“Fuck!”
“Ooh, sorry,” Jensen said. “Thought you heard me coming up the stairs. Had to ask your camera crew to kindly step out of the way.”
Misha sighed. Hiding in the eaves had allowed him the chance to have a break from having a camera shoved in his face. He’d had no idea they were just waiting outside though.
“I’m looking for our yearbook,” he said as he began to crawl out, taking an unopened box with him.
“Our yearbook?”
“Yeah, I never actually read the message you left me ‘cause I was too upset. So I wanted to read it.”
Jensen blushed, which only made Misha more curious about what he’d written.
“So,” Jensen said as he cleared his throat, “dinner?”
“Dinner?”
“Yeah, let’s go out for dinner.”
Misha looked down at himself, horrified at the amount of dust that was covering him.
“I have to change,” he said.
“I like you all dirty,” Jensen said with a grin as Misha turned and pulled his t-shirt over his head, throwing it on the pile of laundry that was getting bigger by the day.
“Yes well, I have an image to uphold,” Misha told him with a grin of his own, knowing that the only reason Jensen hadn’t thrown him down onto the bed to ravish him already was because of the camera crew. “So where are we going for dinner anyway?” he asked as he pulled a couple of shirts out of the wardrobe.
“It’s a surprise,” Jensen told him, “but wear the blue one.”
Misha nodded and put the grey one back in the wardrobe. Jensen himself was wearing a white shirt, showing off his worker’s tan and making Misha half hard just from looking at him. But of course, he had to change his pants didn’t he as the ones he had on were all ripped and worn.
“Keep those ones on,” Jensen said. “Your ass looks good in them.”
Misha snorted in amusement as he grabbed his boots and before long, they were headed down the stairs and out into the warm night air.
“We’ll take my car,” Jensen said as he pointed to the bright blue Jeep Wrangler parked at the other side of the street.
“We’ll need to get a camera in there,” one of the crewmen stated.
“You really don’t,” Jensen told them.
Seeing that a fight was about to start and knowing he was already on thin ice with the producers, Misha gave Jensen the keys to his rental, “We’ll take mine. It already has a camera in it.”
Jensen sighed but didn’t argue, taking the keys and going towards the Landrover.
“So how was your day?” Jensen asked once they were inside the car.
“Boring,” Misha said. “I’m too used to having Genevieve around to entertain me.”
“Young love eh?” Jensen joked.
“You know, I’ve not seen her this interested in a guy for a long time,” Misha pointed out. “If Jared hurts her, I’ll probably have to kill him.”
Jensen couldn’t help but laugh at that, “Jared? Hurt anyone? You’re kidding right? It’s physically impossible for him to inflict pain on anyone else. The guy’s got a heart of gold. And from what he’s told me about her, he’s pretty head over heels himself.”
“Well that’s okay then,” Misha smiled.
“I’m glad you approve,” Jensen said, “frankly I’m still trying to get my head round the fact that me and Jay are both dating super models.”
Misha couldn’t help but laugh at that before sobering up a little as he realised what Jensen had just said.
“Well, I never thought I’d end up dating a cowboy and I bet Genevieve didn’t either.”
“You know, I’m not actually a cowboy right?” Jensen asked. “I have no cows.”
“Shh,” Misha said. “Don’t ruin my fantasy.”
It was Jensen’s turn to laugh then, shaking his head in amusement as he continued to drive to what Misha soon noticed was further and further out of town. It wasn’t until thirty minutes later that Misha realised where they were going.
“You’re taking me to the drive-in?”
“Yeah,” Jensen said, “you know, for old time’s sake,” he told him.
“We went to the drive-in once and you left me sitting by myself because you went to hang out with your jock buddies,” Misha pointed out, making Jensen cringe.
“I know, and I’ve felt like an ass about that ever since,” he admitted. “I had been planning on kissing you that night. But when I saw Christian and the guys I chickened out and just… I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Misha said. “Just buy me a slushie and I’ll forgive you.”
“Done,” Jensen said, reaching over to give Misha’s hand a squeeze.
When they got to the drive-in, Misha was pleased to find out that the camera crew didn’t have permission to enter and he couldn’t help but think that Jensen had gone out of his way to find the one place they didn’t have permission for to take him, especially when he reached forward and disconnected the camera inside the car.
Unfortunately however, the movie that was showing was one that Misha was in. it wasn’t a big part, he was only in a few scenes, but it was enough to make him cringe.
“I really had no idea,” Jensen said as he handed him his slushie. “I thought it was horror night.”
“It’s fine Jensen,” Misha said as he stared up a twenty foot version of himself and taking a large sip of his slushie.
“We don’t have to watch it,” Jensen told him. “We could do something else.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
Misha didn’t really have a chance to comprehend what was happening before Jensen had pushed forward and captured his lips in a hard kiss. He gasped in surprise before tipping his head back and letting Jensen deepen the kiss. God Jensen was a good kisser, more so than Misha had ever imagined. It was the most perfect and delicious second first kiss that Misha could’ve hoped for, and the strong hand cupping his jaw only made him more hyper aware of who he was kissing and how long he’d been waiting for it.
When Jensen pulled back, he grinned at Misha, “Or we could go get something to eat in the diner?”
Misha thought about it for a second before placing his slushie in the cup holder. He reached forward with his now empty hand and grabbed a fistful of Jensen’s shirt and pulled him back towards him, “Dinner can wait,” he told him before he began to kiss him once more and the two of them proceeded to make out like a couple of teenagers, trying their hardest to make up for lost time.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Misha was glad for once, that he was a morning person and that he was used to working on only a few hours sleep as he had been rudely awakened by one of his aunts just after seven and told to get up and help his mother.
And so, feeling like a member of the waking dead, he’d dragged his ass out of bed - noting that Genevieve’s side of the bed was still empty - and went to find out what the hell he was supposed to be helping with.
Turns out, it was setting up chairs and tables in the yard. It was already full of men moving garden furniture about and Misha would’ve left them to it and gone to pour his coffee instead, but he recognised a certain pair of shoulders that had been wrapped up in his arms five hours previously.
He and Jensen had gone out for dinner after the movie, or rather after all the movement from the other cars leaving had interrupted their very heated make out session. It had been just as well really as Misha wasn’t sure if he’d have been able to hold himself back much longer.
After dinner, where they’d spent the entire time trying to ignore the cameras that were right in their faces, Jensen had taken Misha back to his place, locking out the cameras and allowing them to pick up where they’d left off at the drive-in.
They didn’t sleep with each other, though they did take things a little further than just kissing - they were red blooded men after all - but agreed that while they might not have a lot of time left together, jumping into bed wouldn’t feel right either. Still, Misha had stayed until late into the night, only heading home because he knew his presence would be requested for some kind of menial task. However, with Jensen’s presence there, he might enjoy it a bit better.
“You’re up early,” he said as he sidled up behind the man in question and put his arms around his waist.
Jensen turned and smiled at him before leaning in for a kiss, “Bedhead?” he asked as his eyes went up the way.
Misha self consciously tried to flatten his hair, but Jensen’s hand on his arm stopped him.
“I like it. It’s cute,” Jensen told him before kissing him again. “You eaten yet?”
“No. I only just woke up.”
“Sloth,” Jensen teased as he took Misha’s hand and began leading him back into the house.
“Hey, you’re supposed to be helping outside,” Misha’s aunt shouted at him as they passed her.
“There’s more than enough people out there,” Jensen told her, “and Misha hasn’t eaten yet.”
“Jensen,” Misha warned, knowing how fiery his aunt could be, but she merely narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before nodding in approval and telling them she’d just brewed some fresh coffee if they were thirsty.
“You know, I thought the first time you’d make me breakfast would be under different circumstances,” Misha told him.
“Yeah well, maybe its best there’re other people around; stops me from throwing you over the counter and…”
“Morning boys,” Genevieve said as she strolled into the kitchen, Jared in tow.
“Guys,” Jared nodded.
“You spend the night?” Genevieve asked Jensen.
“Unlike some people, we know how to keep our pants on,” Misha told her as Jensen handed him a mug full of coffee.
“Funny,” Genevieve said before sticking her tongue out at him.
“So how goes this thing with you two anyway?” Misha asked her.
“Good,” Genevieve said, a soft smile on her lips and that really confused the Hell out of Misha, as usually she wasn’t so ‘quiet’ about the men she was involved with, even if they were standing right there.
“I got your text,” Jared said to Jensen, interrupting the silence, “you need help?”
“Chairs outside,” Jensen said, “Aunt Gertrude will show you.”
“Right,” Jared nodded, a suspicious look on his face as if he was wondering why Misha and Jensen weren’t out there. But he didn’t complain, just leaned down and gave Genevieve a kiss before disappearing out the back.
“Well I’m beat, I’m going back to bed for an hour,” Genevieve said, turning to leave.
“Damn,” Misha said once she was gone.
“What?” Jensen asked.
“I was going to go back to bed, but I can’t if she’s there.”
“Why not?”
“Because I was planning on taking you with me,” Misha explained, making Jensen raise a curious eyebrow at him. “Just to sleep. Nothing else. I promise.”
“Sure, sleep. I believe you. Thousands wouldn’t.”
“Do I look like I have the energy for anything else?”
Jensen studied him for a moment before wrapping his arms around Misha’s waist, “Why don’t you go back to bed then?” he asked. “I’ll cover for you, no one will know. Well, no one but Genevieve.”
Misha bit his lip, contemplating it. But just as he was about to make a decision, Elizabeth came flying into the room.
“Where’s Genevieve? Is she here?”
“She just went upstairs. Why?”
“Oh good. We have a sort of fashion emergency.”
“Fashion emergency?”
“Yes,” she said as she grabbed his arm, “we need you too.”
“What? But Jensen…”
“Don’t you worry about me babe,” Jensen said as he waved, “go have fun playing dress up.”
Misha scowled at him, but made sure to grab his coffee before Elizabeth swept him away. It was going to be a long day and he was sure to need as much caffeine as he could lay his hands on.
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~*~*~*~*~*~
Misha hadn’t been surprised at how beautiful his sister had been or that after all the mayhem in the morning the ceremony had gone off without a hitch.
Almost the entirety of the town was there; with Robbie and Danielle living in the middle of town, Robbie working in the heart of the community, meant that everyone knew them.
Richard and Vicki were there with the kids and they’d both raised an eyebrow at Misha when they’d clocked him holding hands with Jensen and even more so when they saw Genevieve with Jared, who even Misha had to admit, looked extremely in love with each other.
But then Elizabeth had whispered as much to him as she walked past about himself and Jensen, which had made him blush more than anything. Every time he looked at Jensen, or felt his hand on his back or clasped in his own, he felt so giddy that he kind of had to agree. However, as he realised he was falling and falling hard for the man by his side, he began to feel more miserable by the moment.
As the day wore on, turning into evening, Misha began to help himself to the alcohol kindly supplied by Jim and Traci, watching as Jensen interacted with those around them, day dreaming about what life might be like were he to move back here and spend the rest of his days with Jensen… but then, with work, it wasn’t really viable.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” Jensen told him, giving him a quick kiss before disappearing.
Misha had nodded, assuming that he’d just been going to the bathroom or something. But he couldn’t have been more wrong. He was just about to get up and get himself something stronger to drink when the lead singer in the band that was playing called for everyone’s attention and introduced a guest singer who would play a couple of songs while the band had a quick break. The guest singer being Jensen.
Jensen smiled and waved at everyone as he sat himself down on a stool and brought a guitar up onto his lap. He then asked for everyone but the happy couple to leave the dance floor before he started playing.
Misha wasn’t sure what the first song was as he couldn’t take his eyes off of Jensen, blocking out everything else. He looked so at ease up there, so content and happy like that’s where he was meant to be… not in someone’s back yard laying turf. Then Jensen started to play a different song and other people started dancing, but still, Misha didn’t look away from Jensen. He was actually making a Kelly Clarkson song sound good, full of passion, and Misha knew that it was directed at him. It was a slower version than usual, but sounded absolutely beautiful. He sang one more song after that, a classic, before the band returned and he took his seat next to Misha again.
Misha didn’t say anything to him, just took hold of his hand and brought it up to his mouth to place a kiss on his knuckles. He could feel Jensen swelling with happiness beside him and he couldn’t help but mirror that feeling.
They sat together for a bit longer, Misha introducing Jensen to his weird uncles who weren’t really uncles but had always been a part of his family, while Jensen smiled and played the part of the doting boyfriend well. But apparently, Jensen was getting bored as he soon pulled Misha up to dance, ignoring the catcalls from Genevieve and Jared as he wrapped his strong arms around Misha’s lithe frame.
“Jensen?” Misha asked, wondering why he was being so clingy all of a sudden.
“I don’t want you to go tomorrow,” Jensen told him.
Misha sighed and leaned into Jensen, resting the sides of their heads together, “I don’t want to either,” he said, “but I have to.”
“I know. Still don’t have to like it though right?” he joked. “I feel like we’re just getting to know each other again.”
Misha didn’t say anything, just held on tighter as they swayed to the music, Jensen placing soft kisses on his neck.
“I think,” Jensen began, “I think I might be falling in love with you again.”
“Jensen,” Misha pleaded, “please don’t.”
“Why not?” Jensen asked as he pulled back to look at him.
“Because I can’t do this again,” Misha told him. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to survive the pain this time round.”
“Misha that’s not…”
“Sorry. I just can’t.”
Misha turned and walked away from him and up into the house. He ignored the questioning looks from his father and his brother and somehow managed to avoid the cameras and make his way to his room safely. Well, as safely as dying from a breaking heart could be.
He knew he was crazy about Jensen, he always had been. But he hadn’t realised just how he felt until Jensen had said it and he wanted nothing more than to stay wrapped up in those arms for the rest of his days.
When he got to his room, he slammed the door shut and began pacing, unable to calm himself and think clearly about his and Jensen’s situation. As he turned back from the wall to pace towards the door once more, he was very surprised to see Jensen standing there with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
“You really think I was gonna let you walk away from me again?” Jensen asked.
“Jensen I…”
“It’s okay,” Jensen said as he stepped forward, “I get it. I do. Just… come join me on the roof.”
Misha stood in shock for a moment and watched as Jensen opened up the window and climbed up onto the roof before his legs disappeared. Misha wasn’t sure what to do, but when Jensen’s head appeared again and he asked him if he was coming or not, Misha moved quickly, climbing out the window and up to sit next to Jensen who was in the middle of pouring the champagne into the glasses for them.
“So here’s the thing,” Jensen said as he handed him a glass, “my business is more or less bankrupt. This was my last job and then I was gonna go work for my parents on the ranch again.”
“Shit Jensen. Why didn’t you say anything?” Misha asked.
“’Cause I didn’t know what was gonna happen to us,” Jensen said with a shrug. “But now, now I’m pretty sure that I’m gonna go back to LA with you.”
“What?” Misha asked, frozen in shock.
“Well if you’ll have me? I mean, I’ll need to find a job and I…”
Misha cut Jensen off as he pounced on him, almost kissing the life out of him.
“I take it that’s a yes then?” Jensen asked with a grin when Misha finally pulled back from him.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m very sad that your business is going under, but… God Jensen, I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d had to leave you here again.”
Jensen smiled once more and leaned forward so that their foreheads were touching, “I’m never letting you go ever again Dmitri Krushnic.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Misha yawned as the sound of the birds outside began to wake him up. Lifting his head, he could see that the window had been left open from the night before, but then he noticed the large, masculine and naked body lying next to him and he couldn’t bring himself to care.
The bed sheet had fallen down so that it barely covered Jensen’s ass, the tip of the groove of his ass visible and within touching distance. But Misha didn’t touch just yet, instead turning to admire the view.
Jensen looked so beautiful in his sleep, more so than he usually was and Misha hadn’t thought that was possible. They had stayed out on the roof for quite a while, kissing and cuddling and getting drunk as they talked about when and how Jensen would move to LA. He’d have to sell or rent out his home and equipment from the business first, so he wouldn’t be there straight away. After some convincing, he agreed to meet with one of Misha’s friends about getting a manager and possibly a record deal, but he didn’t actually care about that so long as he got to be with Misha whenever they had a spare minute.
As the party wound down and the happy couple went off to their night in the Dallas hotel Misha had booked for them, they had sat and watched everyone leave until the night air became too cool to sit out in and they made their way inside.
They hadn’t actually planned to have sex, but as they kissed and began to undress each other, that’s just how things naturally progressed and they’d ended up falling into bed together. They hadn’t rushed things, taking their time to learn each other’s bodies and draw out each other’s pleasure for as long as possible before exhaustion overwhelmed them and they fell asleep wrapped around each other with content smiles upon their faces.
Smiling again at the memory of the night before, Misha placed a series of gentle kisses on Jensen’s shoulder, while trailing a gentle finger down Jensen’s spine slowly before working back up again.
“Mmm, I could get used to waking up like this,” Jensen mumbled as he slowly blinked his eyes open.
“Good,” Misha said, “I plan to never let you out of my bed.”
“That so?” Jensen asked, eyebrow raised.
“It is,” Misha nodded, his hand slipping underneath the sheet to caress Jensen’s ass while leaning in for a kiss.
Jensen turned to lean up into the kiss, however just as things were about to heat up, they were very rudely interrupted.
Genevieve stormed into the room, stripping as she went, “Don’t mind me,” she said, “just getting changed. But you should make it quick ‘cause we need to leave soon and Colton will start laying eggs if you are running late.”
“And good morning to you too Genevieve,” Misha said as he took his hand back and pulled the sheet up and over his and Jensen’s bodies, thankful that there was no camera in sight.
Genevieve smiled at him and headed down to the bathroom while Misha turned to Jensen, “I suppose we should get up then?”
“So much for keeping me in your bed.”
“There’ll be plenty of time for that,” Misha told him, giving him one more kiss before dragging his ass out of bed.
From that point on, ‘chaos’ would be the only way to describe the Tippens-Krushnic household that morning. Sasha and Elizabeth turned up for breakfast with the kids to say goodbye while Misha rushed to get all of his clothing packed, thankfully helped by Jensen while Colton helped Genevieve. Then Danielle and Robbie returned from Dallas, distracting Misha for longer than Colton would’ve liked as they thanked him.
As things really started to get crazy, Jensen disappeared and Misha had thought he’d gone home for a while before he found him sitting out in the back yard with Jared eating platefuls of Misha’s mother’s food.
When they finally left for the airport, after packing up all of their bags, Jared hoisted Genevieve up to sit on his hips as he kissed her as if his life depended on it. Misha smiled at them before turning to Jensen.
“I hope you’re not looking for me to lift you up like that,” Jensen said with humour in his eyes.
“I doubt my legs would be able to clamp around your waist properly anyway,” Misha told him, “I’m feeling particularly bow legged today.”
Jensen grinned and pulled Misha into a hard kiss, his arms wrapping around his body and holding him tight.
“Call me when you get to LA,” Jensen told him.
“I promise,” Misha nodded. “If you’re not in California by next week I’m coming back here to get you. Understood?”
“Yes Sir,” Jensen smiled, kissing him once more before finally letting him go.
Reluctantly, Misha climbed into the car, Genevieve climbing in after. Together the two of them sat and stared out the window forlornly at their Texan boys, both wondering when they would get to see them next.
TBC
Epilogue