Kiss it Better
Title: Kiss It Better
Author: rahram
Pairing: Mike/Jensen
Word Count: 2,153
Rating: nc17
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Summary: Follows Slipping Down the Drain.
Wrote for: ianthe_aveira
More of my fic can be found Here
“Mike,” Jensen dishearteningly says into the phone. He pauses lets Mike ask him if he’s okay, considering he’s only been gone for a few hours. “I’m fine,” Jensen lies, Mike knows Jensen enough to know it’s a lie, “Just,” he pauses, swallowing his pride, “Can you come down?” he questions shyly. “I’ll see you then,” Jensen whispers into the phone as a PA bangs on his door and yells that Jensen needs to be on set in five minutes.
People at the site know Mike enough, not to question him being on set. Just nods their heads to him after having him sign in. He doesn’t waste time looking for Jensen, just walks the path he knows by heart, towards Jensen’s trailer. Jensen had sounded broken, and that hurts Mike more than he’ll ever admit, so it really wasn’t a choice at all when Jensen asked him to get dressed at seven in the morning and come down to be with him.
Mike doesn’t hesitate by knocking on the door. He knows Jensen’s shooting, and will probably be shooting for awhile. So instead, he just opens the door, steps in and collapses on the couch. He’d go crawl into the bed, but he wants to make sure Jensen knows he came down just because he was asked to.
Jensen doesn’t make it back to his trailer until just after ten. Strangely, he and Jared don’t show any feeling other then what Dean and Sam are supposed to be feeling. It’s only after the filming stops, does Jared turn into a complete dick. Sneering when Jensen’s name is mentioned around him, and keep a radius around Jensen like he has a disease that just by being near him, will jump and contaminate Jared.
When he walks in through the thin, tin door, his eyes land on Mike, stretched out the length of the couch, and his shitty day looks a little brighter. “Hey,” he whispers, dropping down to his knees and kissing Mike when he opens his eyes. Mike smiles, before he sits up and drags Jensen up on the couch. “Everything alright?” Mike asks, concern evident in his voice.
“Just a really shitty day,” Jensen confides.
“Can I do anything?” Mike asks, barely keeping himself from offering to kill Jared.
“Umm,” Jensen sleepily sighs, before his raising his legs up onto the couch, and lying down with his head in Mike’s lap, his eyes closed as he gets comfortable. “Keep the world away for an hour?” Jensen asks, already going to sleep with Mike’s fingers shifting through Jensen’s hair.
Mike glares at anyone stupid enough to try and come into the small space where Jensen is sleeping. He guards Jensen’s sleep like a dog with a bone, even growling at a new young girl that just started work for the Supernatural set three days pervious. Each time he cards his fingers through Jensen’s hair, making sure the other man sleeps in peace, refusing to allow anything to disturb his dreams.
It’s not until almost an hour later, that a knock comes at the door, and a voice yells from behind the closed door that filming is to start in twenty minutes, does Mike begin to wake Jensen up. “Jenny,” he softly breathes, tracing shapes on Jensen’s face and smiling when Jensen’s face twitches, “You need to get up, man.”
“Don’t wanna,” Jensen groans, turning his head into Mike’s stomach.
“Dude, get up, or I’m standing, and I promise you I will laugh when you get dumped onto the floor.”
“You suck,” Jensen frowns, opening his eyes to look up at Mike.
“Only for you,” Mike grins down at the younger man, “now get up before people start parading in here to get you up.”
Ten minutes later, Jensen is leaving the trailer only stopping long enough to kiss Mike and thank him for coming down and that he’d see him after work. Mike waits a few minutes after Jensen leaves; he really doesn’t have any where to be so he can afford to just sit around for a few minutes before heading home.
After drinking a bottle of water Jensen had stocked in his small fridge, Mike swings the door open and steps out. When he glances up, he sees Jared across the set glaring his way. With a smirk, Mike throws his hand up in a wave before moving to head back to the gate to get his car and head home.
Mike is only through the door, after making the forty-minute drive back from the Supernatural set, and his cell phone begins to ring. He glances down at the vibrating screen to see it flashing Jensen’s name, “Hey Jen, I just left, what could be so important?” he says with a laugh, a second later his face drains of color, “What hospital?” he asks, swinging around to exit the door he had just unlocked and hadn’t time to shut. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
It took more time than he wanted, but he finally convinced the nurses, after signing autographs, and taking pictures, that he really was a close personal friend of Jensen’s and that he would want him with him. So now he’s being led by a heavier nurse down a narrow hallway to an examine room where Jensen waits for a doctor.
“What the hell happened?” he asks as the door opens, seconds before he see’s Jared standing in a corner, shaking, his face as pale as Mike’s, “What the fuck are you doing here?” Mike growls at the taller man.
“Jensen’s my fucking friend, and I’ll god damn be here if I want,” Jared sneers back.
“From what Cliff says, you’re the damn prick that got Jensen into the hospital to begin with.”
“Motherfucker,” Jared growls, stepping away from the wall, stalking towards Mike preparing to fight.
“Enough,” Jensen grimaces from the pain in his chest, “Just leave.” Jared smirks at Mike, happy that Jensen is choosing him over the used to be bald man. “No,” Jensen shakes his head, “You leave Jared. Mike has more right to be here than you.” Jensen watches Mike, waits for a snide remarks, and is surprised that instead of him saying something to Jared, he crosses the room to pull a chair up beside of the examine table, and sits, looking at Jensen while the door shuts and they are the only two in the room.
“Jenny,” Mike whispers, his fingers soft as they draw pictures on Jensen’s exposed arms, “What happened? Cliff only told me a little about what happened.”
“Just a scene a few minutes after they started filming,” Jensen says, his back laid flat on the table to try and keep the pain at a tolerable level. “We’re doing another Evil Sam arc and Sam was supposed to push Dean, making him fall into the wall.” Jensen continues, “Jared just push too hard, I tripped knocked into a table that hit a prop wall, causing it to fall and pin me to the table.”
“I’m going to fucking murder him,” Mike seethes.
“You’re not going to do a damn thing,” Jensen says a second after Mike, his eyes glaring daggers at him, “Jared didn’t mean to.”
“Like hell,” Mike replies, “He saw me leaving today. He was pissed at you for being with me.”
“Why does everything have to deal with jealousy when it comes to you?” Jensen questions, his eyes still glued to Mike’s face.
“I’m sorry,” Mike says, refusing to arguing with Jensen’s when his hurt. He’d save his issues for later when Jensen is feeling better.
Mike gets Jensen home as soon as the doctor checks him out. Jared had bruised a few ribs, and Jensen being the stubborn bastard that Mike loves, refused to let them wrap his ribs, claiming that he wanted to breathe, rather it hurt or not. So as soon as they get home, Mike leads Jensen up the stairs and into the bedroom, where he lays him down, and dares him to move.
“Mike,” Jensen whines from the bed, following the older man with his eyes, “I’m fucking bored.”
“Watch tv or something,” Mike replies, walking around the room and picking it up. He hasn’t been able to straighten up his room since Jensen moved in, always too preoccupied to do much cleaning, and a room that isn’t completely OCDly clean, drives Jensen up a wall. So far it hasn’t been an issue, Jensen only being in the bedroom for sex, sleep, or a shower, but with him not allowed to move for a few days, the issues with the cleaning is going to come up sooner or later.
“I don’t want to watch tv,” Jensen pouts. “I want to go outside,” he decides, moving to raise himself from the bed.
“Like hell,” Mike replies, dropping the sock he picked up and stalking towards the bed. “You didn’t get your ribs wrapped so you’re not moving from this bed except maybe to piss and that’s only because you’ll bitch at me if I get you a jug or something.” Yet Jensen keeps trying to get up. With a sigh, Mike climbs up on the bed, straddles Jensen’s hips restricting his movement. Jensen just relaxes back onto the bed and smiles up at Mike. “You little shit,” Mike laughs, “You wanted this.”
“I told you I was bored,” Jensen replies with a smug grin. “So whatcha going to do to me?”
“I’m going to fuck you, so deep, so slow, that you’ll want to come like a freight train, but I’m not going to let you,” Mike huskily whispers as he bends his head down to nip at Jensen’s jaw.
“Really?” Jensen groans, already breathless.
“Fuck no,” Mike laughs back at Jensen, “What part of ‘no strenuous activities’ did you not understand?”
“Mike,” Jensen growls his smug smile turning into a frightening impression of Mike’s vice principal from high school after Mike tagged the lobby with pink paint.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, princess,” Mike whispers as he begins unbuttoning Jensen’s shirt. “If you move, at all,” Mike informs Jensen as he pushes another button through its hole, Jensen’s shirt almost completely unbuttoned, “I will stop.”
“Ohh,” Jensen whispers, looking down his body, his eyes hurting from the angle, “kay.”
Mike just grins as he pulls the shirt away from Jensen’s chest, letting it slide down his sides and bunch on the bed. Slowly, he lowers his head and licks at Jensen’s nipple.
“What are you doing?” Jensen asks, still not moving, because Mike doing anything is better than just laying on the bed by himself.
“Kissing it better,” Mike says, before closing his teeth around the raised nipple and pulling away from Jensen until Jensen moans, jerks and tries to get away.
“That’s not kissing,” Jensen informs him, still struggling even though it hurts.
Mike begins to move off of Jensen, “You moved,” he says standing up beside the bed. He moves around the bed, back to the sock he left and lifts it off the floor to take to the hamper.
“That’s not fair,” Jensen complains from his position, still flat on his back as he goes back to watching Mike drop the sock into the hamper. “Please come back,” Jensen asks shyly from the bed.
“You miss me Jenny?” Mike says walking closer to the bed.
“Mike,” Jensen growls.
“You love me?” Mike asks, seriously wanting to know as he stops at the edge of the bed and looks down at the light haired man.
“Hate you right now,” Jensen tells him. “Get back on the bed.”
Mike laughs as he once more straddles the other man. He resumes his nipping on Jensen’s right nipple, the left pinched between Mike’s index and thumb.
“Fuck,” Jensen groans, the pain in his ribs forgotten as Mike licks, bites, and sucks on Jensen’s nipples. “Mike, little help?” he requests, jerking his hips a little.
“Always wanting,” Mike says with a laugh before grinding down on Jensen. He switches his mouth to Jensen’s left nipple, not wanting it to be left out, as he continues to ground his hips onto Jensen.
“Feels good,” Jensen groans, his head thrown back against the pillows as Mike continues his assault. Each bite echoing through his skin, down to his bones, and radiating to his hard dick. “Harder,” he moans, not sure if he’s talking about the teeth on his now over sensitive nipples or the pressure on his cock.
Mike smiles before biting down hard enough to bruise, as he brings his hips down hard, listening to Jensen scream and come apart. Its seconds later when he feels the dampness of Jensen’s jeans as Jensen’s body goes limp under him. “Bored?” Mike asks, moving from the worn out man to go back to cleaning.
“Kiss me better in an hour,” Jensen slurs before his eyes close and he falls asleep.
Continued in Play Time
Author: rahram
Pairing: Mike/Jensen
Word Count: 2,153
Rating: nc17
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Summary: Follows Slipping Down the Drain.
Wrote for: ianthe_aveira
More of my fic can be found Here
“Mike,” Jensen dishearteningly says into the phone. He pauses lets Mike ask him if he’s okay, considering he’s only been gone for a few hours. “I’m fine,” Jensen lies, Mike knows Jensen enough to know it’s a lie, “Just,” he pauses, swallowing his pride, “Can you come down?” he questions shyly. “I’ll see you then,” Jensen whispers into the phone as a PA bangs on his door and yells that Jensen needs to be on set in five minutes.
People at the site know Mike enough, not to question him being on set. Just nods their heads to him after having him sign in. He doesn’t waste time looking for Jensen, just walks the path he knows by heart, towards Jensen’s trailer. Jensen had sounded broken, and that hurts Mike more than he’ll ever admit, so it really wasn’t a choice at all when Jensen asked him to get dressed at seven in the morning and come down to be with him.
Mike doesn’t hesitate by knocking on the door. He knows Jensen’s shooting, and will probably be shooting for awhile. So instead, he just opens the door, steps in and collapses on the couch. He’d go crawl into the bed, but he wants to make sure Jensen knows he came down just because he was asked to.
Jensen doesn’t make it back to his trailer until just after ten. Strangely, he and Jared don’t show any feeling other then what Dean and Sam are supposed to be feeling. It’s only after the filming stops, does Jared turn into a complete dick. Sneering when Jensen’s name is mentioned around him, and keep a radius around Jensen like he has a disease that just by being near him, will jump and contaminate Jared.
When he walks in through the thin, tin door, his eyes land on Mike, stretched out the length of the couch, and his shitty day looks a little brighter. “Hey,” he whispers, dropping down to his knees and kissing Mike when he opens his eyes. Mike smiles, before he sits up and drags Jensen up on the couch. “Everything alright?” Mike asks, concern evident in his voice.
“Just a really shitty day,” Jensen confides.
“Can I do anything?” Mike asks, barely keeping himself from offering to kill Jared.
“Umm,” Jensen sleepily sighs, before his raising his legs up onto the couch, and lying down with his head in Mike’s lap, his eyes closed as he gets comfortable. “Keep the world away for an hour?” Jensen asks, already going to sleep with Mike’s fingers shifting through Jensen’s hair.
Mike glares at anyone stupid enough to try and come into the small space where Jensen is sleeping. He guards Jensen’s sleep like a dog with a bone, even growling at a new young girl that just started work for the Supernatural set three days pervious. Each time he cards his fingers through Jensen’s hair, making sure the other man sleeps in peace, refusing to allow anything to disturb his dreams.
It’s not until almost an hour later, that a knock comes at the door, and a voice yells from behind the closed door that filming is to start in twenty minutes, does Mike begin to wake Jensen up. “Jenny,” he softly breathes, tracing shapes on Jensen’s face and smiling when Jensen’s face twitches, “You need to get up, man.”
“Don’t wanna,” Jensen groans, turning his head into Mike’s stomach.
“Dude, get up, or I’m standing, and I promise you I will laugh when you get dumped onto the floor.”
“You suck,” Jensen frowns, opening his eyes to look up at Mike.
“Only for you,” Mike grins down at the younger man, “now get up before people start parading in here to get you up.”
Ten minutes later, Jensen is leaving the trailer only stopping long enough to kiss Mike and thank him for coming down and that he’d see him after work. Mike waits a few minutes after Jensen leaves; he really doesn’t have any where to be so he can afford to just sit around for a few minutes before heading home.
After drinking a bottle of water Jensen had stocked in his small fridge, Mike swings the door open and steps out. When he glances up, he sees Jared across the set glaring his way. With a smirk, Mike throws his hand up in a wave before moving to head back to the gate to get his car and head home.
Mike is only through the door, after making the forty-minute drive back from the Supernatural set, and his cell phone begins to ring. He glances down at the vibrating screen to see it flashing Jensen’s name, “Hey Jen, I just left, what could be so important?” he says with a laugh, a second later his face drains of color, “What hospital?” he asks, swinging around to exit the door he had just unlocked and hadn’t time to shut. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
It took more time than he wanted, but he finally convinced the nurses, after signing autographs, and taking pictures, that he really was a close personal friend of Jensen’s and that he would want him with him. So now he’s being led by a heavier nurse down a narrow hallway to an examine room where Jensen waits for a doctor.
“What the hell happened?” he asks as the door opens, seconds before he see’s Jared standing in a corner, shaking, his face as pale as Mike’s, “What the fuck are you doing here?” Mike growls at the taller man.
“Jensen’s my fucking friend, and I’ll god damn be here if I want,” Jared sneers back.
“From what Cliff says, you’re the damn prick that got Jensen into the hospital to begin with.”
“Motherfucker,” Jared growls, stepping away from the wall, stalking towards Mike preparing to fight.
“Enough,” Jensen grimaces from the pain in his chest, “Just leave.” Jared smirks at Mike, happy that Jensen is choosing him over the used to be bald man. “No,” Jensen shakes his head, “You leave Jared. Mike has more right to be here than you.” Jensen watches Mike, waits for a snide remarks, and is surprised that instead of him saying something to Jared, he crosses the room to pull a chair up beside of the examine table, and sits, looking at Jensen while the door shuts and they are the only two in the room.
“Jenny,” Mike whispers, his fingers soft as they draw pictures on Jensen’s exposed arms, “What happened? Cliff only told me a little about what happened.”
“Just a scene a few minutes after they started filming,” Jensen says, his back laid flat on the table to try and keep the pain at a tolerable level. “We’re doing another Evil Sam arc and Sam was supposed to push Dean, making him fall into the wall.” Jensen continues, “Jared just push too hard, I tripped knocked into a table that hit a prop wall, causing it to fall and pin me to the table.”
“I’m going to fucking murder him,” Mike seethes.
“You’re not going to do a damn thing,” Jensen says a second after Mike, his eyes glaring daggers at him, “Jared didn’t mean to.”
“Like hell,” Mike replies, “He saw me leaving today. He was pissed at you for being with me.”
“Why does everything have to deal with jealousy when it comes to you?” Jensen questions, his eyes still glued to Mike’s face.
“I’m sorry,” Mike says, refusing to arguing with Jensen’s when his hurt. He’d save his issues for later when Jensen is feeling better.
Mike gets Jensen home as soon as the doctor checks him out. Jared had bruised a few ribs, and Jensen being the stubborn bastard that Mike loves, refused to let them wrap his ribs, claiming that he wanted to breathe, rather it hurt or not. So as soon as they get home, Mike leads Jensen up the stairs and into the bedroom, where he lays him down, and dares him to move.
“Mike,” Jensen whines from the bed, following the older man with his eyes, “I’m fucking bored.”
“Watch tv or something,” Mike replies, walking around the room and picking it up. He hasn’t been able to straighten up his room since Jensen moved in, always too preoccupied to do much cleaning, and a room that isn’t completely OCDly clean, drives Jensen up a wall. So far it hasn’t been an issue, Jensen only being in the bedroom for sex, sleep, or a shower, but with him not allowed to move for a few days, the issues with the cleaning is going to come up sooner or later.
“I don’t want to watch tv,” Jensen pouts. “I want to go outside,” he decides, moving to raise himself from the bed.
“Like hell,” Mike replies, dropping the sock he picked up and stalking towards the bed. “You didn’t get your ribs wrapped so you’re not moving from this bed except maybe to piss and that’s only because you’ll bitch at me if I get you a jug or something.” Yet Jensen keeps trying to get up. With a sigh, Mike climbs up on the bed, straddles Jensen’s hips restricting his movement. Jensen just relaxes back onto the bed and smiles up at Mike. “You little shit,” Mike laughs, “You wanted this.”
“I told you I was bored,” Jensen replies with a smug grin. “So whatcha going to do to me?”
“I’m going to fuck you, so deep, so slow, that you’ll want to come like a freight train, but I’m not going to let you,” Mike huskily whispers as he bends his head down to nip at Jensen’s jaw.
“Really?” Jensen groans, already breathless.
“Fuck no,” Mike laughs back at Jensen, “What part of ‘no strenuous activities’ did you not understand?”
“Mike,” Jensen growls his smug smile turning into a frightening impression of Mike’s vice principal from high school after Mike tagged the lobby with pink paint.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, princess,” Mike whispers as he begins unbuttoning Jensen’s shirt. “If you move, at all,” Mike informs Jensen as he pushes another button through its hole, Jensen’s shirt almost completely unbuttoned, “I will stop.”
“Ohh,” Jensen whispers, looking down his body, his eyes hurting from the angle, “kay.”
Mike just grins as he pulls the shirt away from Jensen’s chest, letting it slide down his sides and bunch on the bed. Slowly, he lowers his head and licks at Jensen’s nipple.
“What are you doing?” Jensen asks, still not moving, because Mike doing anything is better than just laying on the bed by himself.
“Kissing it better,” Mike says, before closing his teeth around the raised nipple and pulling away from Jensen until Jensen moans, jerks and tries to get away.
“That’s not kissing,” Jensen informs him, still struggling even though it hurts.
Mike begins to move off of Jensen, “You moved,” he says standing up beside the bed. He moves around the bed, back to the sock he left and lifts it off the floor to take to the hamper.
“That’s not fair,” Jensen complains from his position, still flat on his back as he goes back to watching Mike drop the sock into the hamper. “Please come back,” Jensen asks shyly from the bed.
“You miss me Jenny?” Mike says walking closer to the bed.
“Mike,” Jensen growls.
“You love me?” Mike asks, seriously wanting to know as he stops at the edge of the bed and looks down at the light haired man.
“Hate you right now,” Jensen tells him. “Get back on the bed.”
Mike laughs as he once more straddles the other man. He resumes his nipping on Jensen’s right nipple, the left pinched between Mike’s index and thumb.
“Fuck,” Jensen groans, the pain in his ribs forgotten as Mike licks, bites, and sucks on Jensen’s nipples. “Mike, little help?” he requests, jerking his hips a little.
“Always wanting,” Mike says with a laugh before grinding down on Jensen. He switches his mouth to Jensen’s left nipple, not wanting it to be left out, as he continues to ground his hips onto Jensen.
“Feels good,” Jensen groans, his head thrown back against the pillows as Mike continues his assault. Each bite echoing through his skin, down to his bones, and radiating to his hard dick. “Harder,” he moans, not sure if he’s talking about the teeth on his now over sensitive nipples or the pressure on his cock.
Mike smiles before biting down hard enough to bruise, as he brings his hips down hard, listening to Jensen scream and come apart. Its seconds later when he feels the dampness of Jensen’s jeans as Jensen’s body goes limp under him. “Bored?” Mike asks, moving from the worn out man to go back to cleaning.
“Kiss me better in an hour,” Jensen slurs before his eyes close and he falls asleep.
Continued in Play Time