Take 15 (RPS Misha/Jensen)
Title: Take 15
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Jensen/Misha
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 611
Disclaimer: Jensen and Misha are individuals. I take no claim to their lives. I wish I could......
Spoilers: none
Summary: When the director calls for a quick break, Jensen and Misha make the most of it
Warnings: safe sex, rough and desperate sex. I think that's all.
Notes: glittergurl0915 had prompted me with "Jensen and Misha. all the sexual tension between cas/dean finally caught up with them and they have hot rough sex between shooting scenes" And here it is. Unbeta'd.
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Subtext, character bleed, stress, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Jensen’s hands and mouth were everywhere.
They didn't take time to fully undress. Wardrobe had countless identical copies of his outfit, and no one would dare to question him if there was a mysterious spot on his clothes. It would have been mentioned by now.
Jensen's hands found their way to Misha's belt and tugged. Misha shrugged out of Castiel's trench coat and wound his fingers through Jensen's short spikes. He tugged on the hair, bringing their mouths together in a heated kiss.
Jensen moves quick as he spins Misha around to bend over the couch in his trailer. Misha goes without protest, wanting it, needing it just as badly.
One hand slides under the cushion, going automatically for the condoms and lube kept there just for these occasions. If he could think straight, he'd remember time constraints and desperation never let them get farther into the trailer than this.
Misha tilts his hips up as Jensen pulls both pants and underwear down to Misha's knees. Misha hands the lube and condoms over his shoulder, spreading his legs as far as he can, still tangled in his pants.
“Can’t take you staring at me like that,” Jensen growls as he pushes two wet fingers inside Misha. Misha bites back a hiss.
“It’s in the script,” Misha pants out as Jensen pulls his fingers out. He can hear the crinkle of a condom being unwrapped. “Did you want me to not follow the script?”
“Hard to concentrate,” Jensen puffed. One hand goes to Misha’s hip to steady him. Jensen pushes in slowly, not giving Misha a chance to adjust until he’s fully seated.
It burns. It’s too tight. But it’s perfect. It’s them.
“Is that all you’ve got, boy?” Misha dropped his voice to sound like his characters. Jensen groaned and pulled out, slamming back in hard. Misha almost loses his footing. His hands scramble on the couch cushions for something, anything to hold on to.
Jensen’s pace is hard and unrelenting. Misha knows how much his sometimes lover both hates and loves how he can make him lose control. Jensen’s fingers dig deep into Misha’s hips, onto bruises Jensen left there yesterday during lunch break.
If they keep up this intense filming schedule, his bruises will never heal. And he’s fine with that.
Misha angles his hips, allowing Jensen in deeper. They share a sound, close to an animalistic grunt. Jensen hauls his pliable lover up, his arms wrapped around his chest. Misha’s head falls back onto a broad shoulder. Jensen bites hard on his neck.
“Want you to come with just me in you.” Jensen growled against Misha’s neck. Misha twines his hands with Jensen’s and does his best to push back. The head of Jensen’s dick hitting his prostate on every thrust.
There was a gentle knock on the trailer door. The sound made Jensen thrust harder.
“Misha?” A woman’s voice called. “You’re needed in makeup.”
“Be there in five.” He choked out.
“Is everything alright?” She asked.
“I’m fine,” Misha panted as his orgasm chose that moment to hit. He bit his lip to keep back the shout that was trying to jump from his throat. Jensen bit harder and stilled, filling the condom.
Jensen eased out of his lover, both still panting to catch their breath.
“You liked almost being caught,” Jensen said as he tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash can. Misha chuckled and started putting his costume back on.
“Next time, somewhere else?” He asked, giving Jensen a soft kiss.
“Right on set?” Jensen asked, kissing back.
“That works.”
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Jensen/Misha
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 611
Disclaimer: Jensen and Misha are individuals. I take no claim to their lives. I wish I could......
Spoilers: none
Summary: When the director calls for a quick break, Jensen and Misha make the most of it
Warnings: safe sex, rough and desperate sex. I think that's all.
Notes: glittergurl0915 had prompted me with "Jensen and Misha. all the sexual tension between cas/dean finally caught up with them and they have hot rough sex between shooting scenes" And here it is. Unbeta'd.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Subtext, character bleed, stress, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Jensen’s hands and mouth were everywhere.
They didn't take time to fully undress. Wardrobe had countless identical copies of his outfit, and no one would dare to question him if there was a mysterious spot on his clothes. It would have been mentioned by now.
Jensen's hands found their way to Misha's belt and tugged. Misha shrugged out of Castiel's trench coat and wound his fingers through Jensen's short spikes. He tugged on the hair, bringing their mouths together in a heated kiss.
Jensen moves quick as he spins Misha around to bend over the couch in his trailer. Misha goes without protest, wanting it, needing it just as badly.
One hand slides under the cushion, going automatically for the condoms and lube kept there just for these occasions. If he could think straight, he'd remember time constraints and desperation never let them get farther into the trailer than this.
Misha tilts his hips up as Jensen pulls both pants and underwear down to Misha's knees. Misha hands the lube and condoms over his shoulder, spreading his legs as far as he can, still tangled in his pants.
“Can’t take you staring at me like that,” Jensen growls as he pushes two wet fingers inside Misha. Misha bites back a hiss.
“It’s in the script,” Misha pants out as Jensen pulls his fingers out. He can hear the crinkle of a condom being unwrapped. “Did you want me to not follow the script?”
“Hard to concentrate,” Jensen puffed. One hand goes to Misha’s hip to steady him. Jensen pushes in slowly, not giving Misha a chance to adjust until he’s fully seated.
It burns. It’s too tight. But it’s perfect. It’s them.
“Is that all you’ve got, boy?” Misha dropped his voice to sound like his characters. Jensen groaned and pulled out, slamming back in hard. Misha almost loses his footing. His hands scramble on the couch cushions for something, anything to hold on to.
Jensen’s pace is hard and unrelenting. Misha knows how much his sometimes lover both hates and loves how he can make him lose control. Jensen’s fingers dig deep into Misha’s hips, onto bruises Jensen left there yesterday during lunch break.
If they keep up this intense filming schedule, his bruises will never heal. And he’s fine with that.
Misha angles his hips, allowing Jensen in deeper. They share a sound, close to an animalistic grunt. Jensen hauls his pliable lover up, his arms wrapped around his chest. Misha’s head falls back onto a broad shoulder. Jensen bites hard on his neck.
“Want you to come with just me in you.” Jensen growled against Misha’s neck. Misha twines his hands with Jensen’s and does his best to push back. The head of Jensen’s dick hitting his prostate on every thrust.
There was a gentle knock on the trailer door. The sound made Jensen thrust harder.
“Misha?” A woman’s voice called. “You’re needed in makeup.”
“Be there in five.” He choked out.
“Is everything alright?” She asked.
“I’m fine,” Misha panted as his orgasm chose that moment to hit. He bit his lip to keep back the shout that was trying to jump from his throat. Jensen bit harder and stilled, filling the condom.
Jensen eased out of his lover, both still panting to catch their breath.
“You liked almost being caught,” Jensen said as he tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash can. Misha chuckled and started putting his costume back on.
“Next time, somewhere else?” He asked, giving Jensen a soft kiss.
“Right on set?” Jensen asked, kissing back.
“That works.”