Drabble feast! - five favorites by stageira
Birthday man
Jensen was looking at Misha sideways trying to decide if the man was even aware of the battle his fans seemed to wage throughout the internet. He had some amazingly crazy fans! A bit like Misha, that. Jared pounded Misha enthusiastically on his back. "Happy birthday, man! Your fans are crazy." "My minions will dominate the world, Jared. They love me and fight for my cause always." Misha was as always calm and collected and Jensen couldn't help thinking how he was gonna change that in the next 10 minutes. All he needed was his trailer, Misha and a blow job.
Hi
Before the boys talked to him about the new person in the lives he have never even see him. Well he might have watched those 24 episodes, but yeah, aside from Kiefer there wasn't anyone else's name that he could remember. But now there he is, standing in the corner while Jeff is coming out of the Star Trek premiere. He looks again just to make sure that it is indeed Misha Collins, people look so different with lighter hair and a bit of a tan. Definitely yummier than the stuffy Angel he plays on tv. "Hi, I'm Jeffrey Dean Morgan."
Touch
Jeff shivered as the two lightly callused fingers travelled up and down his spine. The touch was light, but had enough of an effect to make his back stretch out towards the touch. The room they were in was dimly lit and Jeff couldn't see Misha very well, but the fingers kept their light touching all over his back and the top of his shoulders. "I do not have wings you know." The gruff tone of his voice belied the love that Jeff felt for this crazy man who had in such a sort time captured his heart. Oh man.
Angry
He couldn't stay angry with him. No matter what crazy ass stunt he puled this time, it was difficult for Jeff not to forgive the idiot the moment he saw those amazing blue eyes looking at him. "What have you done now?" Jeff growled. Misha looked at him all innocent smiles and bright eyes. "Why do you assume that something happened? Can't I just be normal?" Misha answered back, sliding his hand slowly up Jeff's thigh. "You. Self satisfied smirk. And 15 messages from the J's in 3 hours. So. What have you done?" Oh no, the smirk again. "Nothing." Misha smiled.
Naughty
It is time for Misha to get his revenge. Time to avenge all those times that Jensen made him beg and appear even more of a cock-slut that he really is. Well, not really. But still, Misha is happy with his lot in life and the sex is amazing, but he needs to plan for something extremely naughty. Like something with ropes and lube and maybe, possibly a butt plug or two or that huge vibrating dildo that Jensen keeps threatening him with. Misha touched Jensen lightly as not to wake him up and moved his legs slightly apart.
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Jensen was looking at Misha sideways trying to decide if the man was even aware of the battle his fans seemed to wage throughout the internet. He had some amazingly crazy fans! A bit like Misha, that. Jared pounded Misha enthusiastically on his back. "Happy birthday, man! Your fans are crazy." "My minions will dominate the world, Jared. They love me and fight for my cause always." Misha was as always calm and collected and Jensen couldn't help thinking how he was gonna change that in the next 10 minutes. All he needed was his trailer, Misha and a blow job.
Hi
Before the boys talked to him about the new person in the lives he have never even see him. Well he might have watched those 24 episodes, but yeah, aside from Kiefer there wasn't anyone else's name that he could remember. But now there he is, standing in the corner while Jeff is coming out of the Star Trek premiere. He looks again just to make sure that it is indeed Misha Collins, people look so different with lighter hair and a bit of a tan. Definitely yummier than the stuffy Angel he plays on tv. "Hi, I'm Jeffrey Dean Morgan."
Touch
Jeff shivered as the two lightly callused fingers travelled up and down his spine. The touch was light, but had enough of an effect to make his back stretch out towards the touch. The room they were in was dimly lit and Jeff couldn't see Misha very well, but the fingers kept their light touching all over his back and the top of his shoulders. "I do not have wings you know." The gruff tone of his voice belied the love that Jeff felt for this crazy man who had in such a sort time captured his heart. Oh man.
Angry
He couldn't stay angry with him. No matter what crazy ass stunt he puled this time, it was difficult for Jeff not to forgive the idiot the moment he saw those amazing blue eyes looking at him. "What have you done now?" Jeff growled. Misha looked at him all innocent smiles and bright eyes. "Why do you assume that something happened? Can't I just be normal?" Misha answered back, sliding his hand slowly up Jeff's thigh. "You. Self satisfied smirk. And 15 messages from the J's in 3 hours. So. What have you done?" Oh no, the smirk again. "Nothing." Misha smiled.
Naughty
It is time for Misha to get his revenge. Time to avenge all those times that Jensen made him beg and appear even more of a cock-slut that he really is. Well, not really. But still, Misha is happy with his lot in life and the sex is amazing, but he needs to plan for something extremely naughty. Like something with ropes and lube and maybe, possibly a butt plug or two or that huge vibrating dildo that Jensen keeps threatening him with. Misha touched Jensen lightly as not to wake him up and moved his legs slightly apart.
You don't wanna miss a single piece? Go here!