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alovething[back to part one.]
Jared wakes up to find that he’s contorted himself into some sort of pretzel-like position in his sleep and his back screams in protest from sleeping on a shitty futon night after night. It’s only when he tries to untangle his limbs that he realizes what woke him up so suddenly: his obnoxious ass cell phone.
He grabs it and glares at Jensen’s name on the display as he brings it to his ear and arches his back, wincing when it pops. “Who dares disturb my slumber?”
“Nice to talk to you too, jackass.” Jared grumbles and rolls over onto his stomach, pulling the blanket over his head to shut out the world. “Let me buy your broke ass lunch. Meet me by that Tapas place by my office at one.”
Jared looks at the clock. It’s noon now, and he’ll barely be able to make it over there on public transit even if he leaves in the next five minutes. “You’re demanding. What if I have shit to do?”
“Jared, you don’t even have a job. You have exactly no shit to do. Tapas. One o’clock.”
Jensen hangs up and Jared pulls the phone away from his face to scoff at it, like that’ll somehow get his bewilderment across the disconnected line to Jensen. He considers just ignoring Jensen and going back to sleep, but his sadly empty stomach chooses that moment to rumble and remind Jared just how broke his ass actually is. He rolls off of the futon and mutters under his breath about how Jensen is a dick, but a dick that buys him lunch, so whatever.
The humble nest egg Jared started collecting when the itch between his shoulder blades telling him to pack it all up and flee started getting stronger is enough for his tiny apartment and meager rations, but not much else. So yeah, free lunch is a very good thing.
“Tapas,” Jared says as he shoves his feet into his flip-flops, assuring himself that the promise of foreign cuisine is worth him leaving his hot apartment for the even hotter outside world. He has a somewhat terrifying run in with creepy Mark down in the lobby, and Jared keeps his eyes on him, back pressed flat against the wall until he can shuffle his way out the door. The air smacks him in the face as he steps outside and he glares up at the sky as he slips on his sunglasses like summer is a personal vendetta against Jared himself and he just doesn’t deserve this shit.
The bus ride sucks as usual, and when Jared gives up his seat to a sweet old lady, this dirty hipster of a girl keeps trying to rub up against him and tell him how sweet he is. “I’m gay, sweetheart,” he tells her, and turns the volume up on his iPod, like the Katy Perry blasting from his earbuds will only help cement that fact. “Nice try, though. Very subtle.”
He’s off the bus before it really even stops moving, nearly running into an agitated fellow on his cell phone. He’s on the edge of the financial district, only a few blocks away from Jensen’s office. He’s working his way up at some fancypants physical therapy center that caters to executives too busy to leave their corporate bubble to get their backs adjusted. So you’re a glorified chiropractor, is what Jared had said when Jensen told him about his job, and Jensen answered by punching Jared in the arm, which he didn’t think was at all called for.
Jared finds Jensen’s office, which is sort of amazing considering he’s only been there once before, and that’s when he realizes that he has no idea where the hell this Tapas place actually is. “Jensen, you scatterbrained dick,” Jared mumbles, and pulls his phone out to type Tapas into Google maps. He finally finds the place about two and a half blocks away down some shady alley, and he makes a mental note to adjust Jensen’s definition of ‘right by his office’.
“You’re late,” is what Jensen says when the hostess leads Jared to their table, and Jared’s pissed that Jensen didn’t tell him it was that kind of place for about two seconds until he realized it wouldn’t have stopped him from wearing jeans and flip-flops anyway.
“You’re an asshole,” Jared replies, dropping into the booth and pointing at Jensen’s tie with the sole purpose of laughing at it. “Now feed me.”
Jared lets Jensen order for them because he’s not even entirely sure what tapas is, but it sounds complicated. Jared orders a beer, something expensive and imported because Jensen’s paying, and pushes his sunglasses up into his hair when Jensen finally scolds him for wearing them inside.
“So you and Misha, huh?” Jensen’s words take him completely by surprise and some of his precious beer goes down the wrong pipe. Leave it to Jensen to make him choke in public like some sort of asshole. Jared wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and glares at Jensen until his throat stops burning.
“I don’t know, maybe,” Jared finally replies, because he really doesn’t know what’s going on with them. It’s been a few days since their kiss and subsequent snuggle session, after which Misha walked him to the door and said goodbye with a kiss on the lips and a smack on the ass. But it’s been radio silence on both ends, partly because Jared’s super awkward and partly because he doesn’t really know what to make of Misha, but mainly the awkwardness thing. He figured he’d leave the ball in Misha’s court and then holed up in his crappy apartment and pretended that he wasn’t a pathetic thirteen year old girl waiting for that special boy to call.
“Wait,” Jared says suspiciously, eyes narrowing at Jensen. “Did you lure me all the way out here with the promise of free food just to give me the ‘hurt my best friend and I’ll kill you’ speech? How dare you, Jensen. I’m harmless and the bus ain’t free, douche!”
“Hell no,” Jensen replies, and he’s smirking, the dick. He takes a drink from his tea and then settles back in his seat. Jared stares at him with narrowed eyes, perched on the edge of his chair. “Misha can take care of himself better than I ever could. I was just curious, is all.”
“You’ve got a gleam in your eye,” Jared says, reaching out for his beer again. “I don’t like it.”
“I have no gleam.” The waitress brings over their food, a bunch of weird little dishes that make Jared’s nose wrinkle and mouth water at the same time. Jensen thanks her and Jared salutes her with his beer. “But we are having a party on Friday night,” Jensen says as he dishes out some food onto Jared’s plate, “and Misha specifically told me to make sure that you’re there.”
“He did?” Jared’s voice is stupidly eager and pitchy, and he shakes himself and slumps back into his seat, all casual and calm. “I mean, that’s cool, I guess. I’ll have to check my schedule.”
“Oh, shut the hell up,” Jensen laughs. Jared smiles to himself as he grabs his fork, biting on his bottom lip to stifle his happy grin. “But seriously, do you know how hard it is to make Misha give a fuck? I mean, about anything? We can barely get him to put on pants half the time, so we’re just wondering what you did to him.”
“Charmed the non-existent pants off of him, obviously,” Jared says with a proud, cocky grin, and Jensen raises an eyebrow. “I let him play with my hair.” The other brow raises the first in an impressive and also insulting show of disbelief. “What, fuck you. I’m a catch.”
“You are,” Jensen chuckles, reaching forward to clink the rim of his glass against Jared’s bottle. “And I give you my blessing to fuck my friend. You’ll be good for him.”
“I’m glad you approve, because you know I strive to live my life by the high standards you set for me.”
“Since we were kids,” Jensen says, and gives him a wink that would have made the Jared of five years ago quiver and look around for a bathroom to jerk off in, but all it does to the Jared of today is make him pick up some sort of bean and flick it at Jensen’s smarmy face. “So, Friday night, you’ll be there?”
“Duh.” Jared shoves a bunch of food in his mouth and pauses mid-chew as a sudden thought occurs to him. “Okay, not to sound like a total chick, but he like, actually likes me and doesn’t just want to fuck me, right?”
“Ignoring the fact that you do sound like a total chick,” Jensen replies, ignoring Jared when he flips him off, “why would you ask that?”
Jared fidgets a little, suddenly fascinated with the rim of his beer bottle. “I don’t know.” He shrugs and hesitantly meets Jensen’s eyes. “You and Danny kind of made it seem like he has a, uh, healthy sexual appetite?”
“Oh.” Jensen’s lips thin out for a moment, brows dipping as he comes up with a response. Finally he sets his hands on the table and leans in a bit. “Look, Jared. Misha’s shameless, no doubt, but if all he wanted was to fuck you, he would have done it already. He has some issues, but don’t we all? He’s a really good guy, Jared. He likes you.”
“Thanks,” Jared says, suddenly beaming. Jensen chuckles a bit and steals a swig of his beer. Jared doesn’t waste too much time dwelling on these mysterious issues because he knows that Jensen is a really good judge of character and he wouldn’t allow Misha to be such a big part of his life if he wasn’t worth the trouble. There’s plenty of time to learn all there is to know about Misha.
“You’re welcome. Can we be done having this conversation now?”
“Totally.” Jared takes another huge bite of food, chewing thoughtfully for a moment. “Wait. Does this mean that I’m potentially dating a gorgeous yoga instructor?”
“If you play your cards right,” Jensen says, but the fond smile on his face totally gives him away. Jared’s stomach flips happily and his cheeks flush as he bounces a little in his seat.
“Now that’s Facebook worthy.”
On Friday afternoon, Jared does something that he’s not exactly proud of. He panics and goes shopping, armed with the credit card he had hidden in the bottom of his dresser under some old textbooks. It has a shitty interest rate, but Jared also has nothing to wear.
He finds himself at Urban Outfitters despite his disdain for hipsters, because he’s kind of a hypocrite and he likes their jeans. He’s scoffing at price tags when a sales girl walks up to him. She’s tiny and pretty with dark, wavy hair and a wide smile. She’s wearing chunky red glasses and black Converse, and she looks friendly enough that Jared figures he has nothing to lose.
“Hi, my name’s Genevieve. Can I help you find something?”
“Hey, that’s a pretty name. I’m Jared,” he says sweetly, turning on the puppy eyes as he faces her. “So, here’s the thing. I’m new in town and I have what’s potentially a date with this super hot, awesome guy tonight. I also have nothing to wear and very little money.” Genevieve tilts her head, confused but amused at the same time, and Jared plows on. “And I promise to be your new adorable gay friend if you let me use your employee discount.”
He goes so far as to bat his eyelashes and she laughs at him, tossing her head back and reaching out to put her hand on his chest to steady herself.
“You know what, Jared?” She grins up at him and Jared’s pretty sure he just made a new friend. “You can totally use my discount.”
“You are my favorite.” He bends down to peck her on the cheek and she giggles as she leads him through the racks of clothes. Their choices are a bit limited due to Jared being a giant, but she manages to find him a nice pair of jeans from the clearance stack that make his ass look fantastic, and a tight black v-neck tee to wear under a purple plaid button down.
“Amazing,” Genevieve says as he comes out of the dressing room in the outfit and spins around once, posing with a flourish. “That’s totally a winner. Damn, I’m awesome.”
“I have amazing taste in friends,” he assures her with a wink, and ducks back into the dressing room to change. He carries his purchases up front and she works some sort of register magic that brings his total to hardly anything at all, and she winks at his open-mouthed and grateful expression as she takes his credit card.
“I’m totally taking you up on that friendship offer,” she says as she bags his purchases, and Jared nods enthusiastically as she writes her name and number down on the back of his receipt. “Text me tomorrow and let me know how it goes with - what’s his name?”
“Misha.”
“Misha,” she repeats with a smile. “Lucky boy. Have fun tonight.”
“I will, Gen, you’re a lifesaver.” Jared reaches over the counter to pull her into a hug and then curses when he checks his watch. “Okay, I gotta go make myself look decent.” He grabs his bag and calls out over his shoulder on his way out the door. “I’ll call you tomorrow!”
Jared hops on the bus with a wide grin, and he spends the ride back to his apartment calling the manager of Urban Outfitters to tell him how wonderful and helpful Genevieve was, leaving out the part about her practically giving away the clothes.
It’s blissfully cooler outside, meaning no, or okay, less sweat, and not even creepy Mark lingering in front of their building can wipe the smile off of Jared’s face.
He’s got a good feeling about tonight.
Jared isn’t really sure what exactly he was expecting when he showed up at the Ackles-Harris-Collins residence that night, but he’s still surprised when he turns the corner to see the street lined with nice cars, gleaming expensively in the moonlight and taking up every inch of available curb space.
He’s too intrigued by the bass beat thumping out into the lawn to be nervous, and he bounces on his toes a little as he rings the doorbell. “Jared!” Jensen is flushed and grinning when he pulls the door open, and he reaches out to grab Jared by the arm and tug him inside. He’s wearing charcoal slacks and a white button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and collar open to expose his tan throat. He looks gorgeous, of course, but that’s not what Jared’s here for.
“Jesus, you weren’t kidding when you said party,” Jared says as they weave through the press of bodies filling up the living room. All the furniture’s been pushed up against the walls and Jared accidentally bumps into a pretty girl that looks insanely familiar. He excuses himself and follows Jensen into the kitchen, where thankfully it’s a bit quieter. “I didn’t even know you were capable of making this many friends.”
“They’re all Danny’s,” Jensen replies as he shoves a beer into Jared’s hand. Jared takes a swig and looks out into the crowd, trying to spot Misha. Instead he catches sight of a tiny blonde in a green dress, and he gestures towards her with the tip of his beer.
“That chick looks like Veronica Mars,” Jared notes, because she really does, and Jensen looks over to where he’s pointing and nods.
“That’s because it is.” Jensen says this like it’s no big deal that there’s a celebrity in his living room, like it’s something that happens all the time. And then Jared splutters, thinking about how that girl he bumped into looked so much like Sophia Bush because maybe it was. “Bell’s a good friend. Funny as hell. You’ll love her.”
“Why are there famous people in your house?”
“Dude, Danny’s an actress.” Jared gapes and turns to look at Jensen, mouth opening and closing rapidly as he tries to figure out what to say. How was he unaware of this information? “She was on One Tree Hill for awhile, which is why Chad Michael Murdouche just walked through my door, shit.”
“What?”
“Oh, while we’re on the subject, Misha’s running late.” Jensen salutes someone with his beer when they call his name, and then turns his attention back to Jared. “Katy Perry apparently had a really stressful week and demanded a session with him and his boss wouldn’t let him turn it down. He should be here soon, though. He told me not to let you leave.”
“Okay, now you’re just fucking with me,” Jared replies, and Jensen looks honestly confused for a moment before he laughs and shakes his head. “Wait, you’re telling me that Misha, the guy I made out with the other night, is currently all bendy and sweaty with Katy Perry?”
“Yeah,” Jensen laughs, taking a sip of his beer all casual like Jared’s entire world wasn’t just tilted on its axis. “Misha works at one of the most exclusive spas in town. He has a bunch of celebrity clients, including my hot girlfriend. Catch up, dude.”
“I need a moment.” Jared holds out his hand and finishes the beer in the other, shaking his head a bit. “I just - what? How is this my life right now?”
Jensen just laughs and then Danny’s at his elbow with Veronica freaking Mars at her side, and then Jared is being introduced to her and a bunch of other people that look vaguely familiar, and he needs like, a lot more alcohol to deal with the insane turn his life’s just taken.
Jared spots Misha walk through the door about three beers later, and he’s wearing clothes, a dark blue v-neck tee over black pants, and Jared’s mouth goes a little dry at the sight of him. Misha doesn’t see him and Jared wants to go over there but he’s literally trapped in a corner while Chad Michael Murray talks to him about inner peace and the power of positive thinking and what the fuck is happening?
He watches Misha disappear into the kitchen, presumably for a drink, and Jared wants to touch him so badly it’s like a physical ache. So he puts his hand on Chad’s shoulder and pastes on a smile that he hopes might pass for genuine. “Look, Chad, it’s been great talking to you, but my plans for the evening just walked through the door.”
“Oh, sure man. Have the best night.”
“Uh, you too. And I’ll totally check out your graphic novel. See ya ‘round, man.” Jared dislodges himself from the corner and works his way through the crowd. “Fuck that graphic novel, jesus.”
He’s halfway through the crowded living room when the song changes and he suddenly has his arms full of tipsy actress. “Dance with me!” Danny bounces on her heels and Jared shoots a longing look at the kitchen, but then Danny’s arms are around his neck and well, dancing is fun, so he gets into it. She practically climbs him like a tree and he half expects Jensen to pop up and kick his ass, but then the song’s ending and she’s jumping up to kiss his cheek before twirling over to someone else, and Jared makes a break for it.
He finds Misha in the kitchen doing shots with some dude that may or may not be on Gossip Girl, and his whole face lights up when Jared walks up to him. He nods the guy off and steps up to Jared, looping his arms around Jared’s neck and pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. Jared grabs his hips and really wants to kiss him good and hard, but he just can’t focus.
“Hey!” Misha says at the same moment that Jared blurts out “Were you really just with Katy Perry?”
“Ugh, yeah.” Misha rolls his eyes and lets go of Jared only after tucking the loose strands of his hair behind his ear. “Sorry I’m late.”
“Misha, I have no shame in telling you that I am that stereotypical gay dude that loves Katy Perry, and I’m super jealous of you right now.”
Misha laughs and licks his lips as he looks up at Jared’s face, cheeks flushed pink. “Do you want to meet Katy Perry, Jared?”
“...Yes.”
“I’ll let you know next time she comes in for a session and you can drop by,” Misha tells him, and Jared’s mouth drops open. “I’ll introduce you.”
After that Jared just can’t help himself. He pushes Misha up against the refrigerator and kisses him like he deserves, all deep and grateful. Misha hums appreciatively and fists his hands in the hair at Jared’s nape. “You’re awesome,” Jared mumbles against Misha’s lips. “And I thought about you all week and I couldn’t wait to see you and that’s totally not the beer talking.”
“I missed you too, California girl,” Misha says, and Jared gets all warm and gooey inside. Someone calls Misha’s name and he sighs, dropping his head back against the fridge for a moment before smiling apologetically up at Jared and rubbing his knuckles tantalizingly over his stomach. “Let me make the rounds and say hi to everyone and then it’s just me and you, okay?”
Jared nods helplessly and Misha smiles, pushing up on his toes to press a kiss to Jared’s mouth. He’s gone, so fucking totally and completely gone for this guy that hangs out on roofs and likes to sweat and hates clothes and teaches Katy Perry how to do yoga, for fuck’s sake. It’s completely ridiculous, but he can’t help how fast his heart’s beating.
“Meet me out back in half an hour, okay?” Jared nods and Misha kisses him once more, tugging playfully at his hair before slipping out from under his arm and disappearing into the crowd. Jared watches his perky ass with not an ounce of shame, head tilting to the side and brows creasing with a frown when he loses sight of him.
“Shit, you’ve got it bad.” Jared snaps his gaze up to see Jensen holding out a shot glass full of tequila. Jared takes it and they clink glasses, sticky liquid slopping over their fingers before they knock the shots back. Jensen’s suddenly in his face and Jared has to blink a few times before he comes into focus. He’s had enough alcohol that he’s warm, skin tingling pleasantly, and he reaches out to grab Jensen by the shoulders. “I’m glad you’re here, man, because shit, I missed you. And if you repeat that I will punch you in the jewels, dude, I swear to fuck. But it’s true. You’re my best friend.”
“You’re mine too, dude!” Jared wraps his arms around Jensen and pulls him into a hug, cheek pressed hotly against Jensen’s ear. “And I’m sorry I was such a dick but like, you’ve seen you, right? You wandered right through my fuckin’ gay crisis and I caught feelings, man. But I’m totally over it, because I want to bang your friend. Really bad.”
“Good, man,” Jensen says into Jared’s neck, still clutching to him drunkenly. “You’re like, ridiculously good looking too, you know that, right? If I had like, an inkling of gay in me, I would have been all over that.”
“That means a lot, man. Thanks.” Jared squeezes Jensen even tighter, and he blinks his eyes open when someone clears their throat. Danny’s staring at them looking way too amused, and Jensen twists around to look at her without letting go of Jared.
“Heeey, baby,” Jensen says awkwardly, and Danny giggles at them.
“So now I have to deal with Misha and you trying to convert Jensen over to the darkside?” She asks, smirking as she pours herself a shot of tequila. “Tell you what. The two of you can borrow him for one night if you promise to videotape it.”
“Ooh, what do you say?” Jared teases, reaching down to pinch Jensen’s ass. He jumps back out of Jared’s arms and thumps him in the chest. But Jensen’s smiling at him, warm and fond, and Jared realizes that they sort of just drunkenly stumbled through a conversation that they probably needed to have anyway, and Jared’s glad to have it over and done with.
“Let us never speak of this again,” Jensen says, and Jared pastes on a stern look and nods. They both crack up and Jensen turns around to swoop Danny up into his arms and kiss her. She loops her arms around his shoulders and grins against his lips, toes gliding along the floor as Jensen drags her out into the living room to dance.
Jared ends up killing the half an hour hiding in the breakfast nook with Kristen Bell, playing a half-assed game of quarters and talking about dogs. She’s actually a seriously cool, hilarious chick and they end up exchanging numbers after Jared offers to dogsit for her whenever she needs.
This has been the most surreal night of his entire life, and when he looks at his phone to see that it’s been forty minutes since he saw Misha, he knows it’s about to get even better.
“It was seriously awesome to meet you, Bells.” He leans down to kiss her cheek and she giggles. He just made a movie star giggle. He is the man. “Text me, okay?”
“Sure thing, Jared.” He grins at her and then makes his way to the back door, slipping through it stealthily as he can, being as drunk as he is. There are a few people gathered in front of the door, smoking and chatting, and Jared passes them to stroll further out onto the patio.
He’s suddenly grabbed around the waist and pulled sideways, toppling down onto a very comfortable and surprisingly sturdy porch swing. It’s huge, swaying gently back and forth, padded with fluffy pillows and blankets, and best of all, it comes with a Misha.
“There you are,” Misha says, rolling them until his back’s pressed up against the back of the swing and Jared’s on his side, facing him and tangling their legs together. “You left me out here and I got cold.”
“Mm, I can fix that.” Jared pushes in closer and slides his hands under the back of Misha’s shirt, holding him close and leaning in to press a kiss to the tempting curve of his neck. “Two questions. Can this thing hold us, and are you as drunk as me?”
“Yes to all counts,” Misha breathes, gripping the back of Jared’s neck and sliding his fingers up into his hair as he pulls him in for a kiss. Jared can taste the tequila on Misha’s tongue and he sucks on it, groaning when Misha tugs on his hair. “Shit, been wanting to kiss you for days.”
“Then shut up and do it,” Jared growls, and Misha chuckles before he bites down on Jared’s chin hard enough to make him hiss, clever tongue licking away the sting before they’re kissing again. Misha lifts his leg to wrap it around Jared’s hips, pulling him in even closer as they kiss. He shoves the arm pinned under their bodies under Jared’s neck instead, curling it around his shoulders. He’s grabbing his hair again, and that’s a kink Jared can totally get down with, and then moving his other hand down between their bodies. He presses the palm to the bulge of Jared’s crotch, cupping his rapidly swelling cock through the denim. Jared breaks their kiss to hiss, shifting his hips so he can spread his legs a little, instantly accommodating of Misha’s new plan.
“Shit, I knew you’d be huge.” Misha’s kissing Jared’s chin, licking at the bolt of his jaw while he massages his cock teasingly through his jeans. Jared whimpers and hardens even further, pushing Misha’s leg off of his hip so he can rest his knee up on Misha’s thigh, making enough room for Misha’s hand to work between them. “Bet you have such a pretty cock, Jared, fuck.”
“Misha, jesus.” Jared grabs him by the cheek and kisses him again, hips rocking incrementally into his hand. “There’s people around,” Jared says, some deep-seated show of propriety. Misha just chuckles and unbuttons Jared’s jeans with one hand, looking challengingly into his eyes as he fucking licks his palm, flat of his tongue wetting it before he shoves it right into Jared’s underwear, curling skillfully around his cock. “Okay, yeah, fuck them. They can watch for all I give a shit, just don’t - don’t stop, okay?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” And then Misha’s kissing him again, licking the desperate little noises out of his mouth as he jerks him off. It’s fucking heavenly, even with the weird angle, and Misha thumbs at his slit, nail scraping across the head just so, and Jared bites down on Misha’s jaw just to keep from crying out. “God, Jared, look at you. You’re so beautiful. Can’t wait to see what your face looks like when you come.”
“Oh shit, ah. Keep that up and you won’t have long to wait. Fuck, that feels so good and it’s just your hand.” Jared can feel the spit-slick stretch of Misha’s grin against his jaw and Jared scrabbles at the front of Misha’s slacks, shaky fingers tugging at the fastenings as he rocks his hips forward into Misha’s fist. “C’mon, baby,” Jared whispers, biting down on his lip to keep from laughing. “Let me see what you’re hidin’ underneath.”
“Jared, shit, you - wait.” Misha snaps his head back to glare at him. Jared blinks innocently and pops the button on Misha’s slacks, dragging the zipper down slowly.
“Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?”
“Okay, we need to set up some ground rules, obviously,” Misha rasps out, gripping Jared’s dick at the base and tugging on his hair with his other hand to make Jared look at him. “No quoting my clients’ shitty songs when we’re in bed together.”
“Oh god, you’re gonna give me rules? I love it.” Jared kisses Misha’s scowling mouth and thrusts into his hand again. “And we’re not in bed, we’re on a swinging couch that I’m pretty sure might break at any moment, and shit, this is the best night ever.”
“Why?” Misha asks, voice gone all sexy again. “Because my hand’s on your dick?”
“No, because I beat Veronica Mars at quarters.” Misha scoffs and pulls his hands away from Jared, putting them on his chest instead and pushing. Jared has to reach behind Misha to grab the back of the swing to keep from sliding off, and he’s laughing against Misha’s nose, dick wet and cold where it’s sticking out of his pants. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Put your hands on me-” Misha hums, mumbles a that’s better, and places his palm against Jared’s stomach. “-in my skin tight jeans, I’ll be your teenage dream tonight.”
Misha scoffs disbelievingly and Jared laughs and laughs, until Misha grabs his dick again, stroking him in earnest. “What am I gonna do with you?”
“That’s - that’s a good start,” Jared groans, too blissed out now to keep joking around. He grips Misha’s shoulder and whimpers into his mouth, kissing him messily as Misha strokes him mercilessly, thumbing at the head before spreading his fingers and tightening his grip. Jared’s head feels fuzzy, brain gone all to hell and completely empty of jokes and teases, and he finally gets his hand inside Misha’s pants. He’s not wearing any underwear, of course not, and the breathy little grunt he gets out when Jared’s fingers wrap around his dick, all messy-wet with precome, is better than anything he’s ever heard.
Jared needs to see it, Misha’s cock slipping through his fingers, so he slides his hand down to cup Misha’s balls, pushing the sharp zipper down and out of the way with his wrist and pressing the top of his head against Misha’s chin so he can get a good look. Misha’s dick is hard and thick, the shaft a pretty shade of pale pink that darkens to a deep red at the head. Jared rubs his thumb into Misha’s slit, smearing the pearly fluid around the sensitive glans before bringing his thumb up to his lips for a taste. Misha groans and Jared’s close, so close that he can’t even bear to look and see what Misha’s fucking gorgeous fingers look like wrapped around his dick. Jared shushes Misha softly, curling his leg tighter around Misha’s hips to bring them closer together.
Jared tugs Misha’s hand away by the wrist and takes them both in his own hand, squeezing their shafts together and smashing his mouth against Misha’s to stifle his cry of pleasure. Misha’s wet fingers wrap around Jared’s wrist as he strokes them, balls drawing up tight against his body.
“Fuck, Jared, can’t wait to get you in my bed.” Misha’s mumbling against Jared’s slack mouth, fingers of his free hand tangled in Jared’s hair tight enough to sting. Jared’s tongue flicks out to tease at the wet inside of Misha’s bottom lip as he strokes, rocking his hips forward to increase the friction. “Gonna get that pretty dick of yours in my mouth, so big, gonna choke on it.”
And that’s fucking it. Jared grabs the back of Misha’s neck and presses their mouths together just to keep from shouting. He whimpers instead, needy and desperate, hips jerking as he comes all over Misha’s stomach. He lets go of their dicks to grab Misha’s, jerking him with tight, uncoordinated little strokes, too wrapped up in his orgasm to give him the attention he deserves. But it seems to do the trick, because Misha tugs on Jared’s hair and bites down on his jaw, spurting thickly all over Jared’s fingers.
They fall together panting, wet cocks brushing, spreading the mess between them. Jared wraps Misha up in his arms because sometimes he can be a giant girl after he comes, especially with someone he really likes, and he’s drunk on top of it. But Misha just relaxes into his embrace, humming softly and combing his fingers through Jared’s sweaty hair.
“Baby, you’re a firework,” Jared finally pants, and Misha bursts into laughter against his neck. It tickles and Jared kisses his temple, tracing random patterns over the smooth skin at the small of Misha’s back.
“You’re ridiculous, but you’ve got a nice cock so I think I’ll keep you.” He bites at Jared’s earlobe to punctuate the comment, and Jared slides his hand down into Misha’s open slacks to squeeze his ass.
“Mm, I do. Gonna let me put it in you?” Misha shivers a bit and reaches back to grab Jared’s wrist and pull his hand away. He brings it up to his lips and kisses the back of it before threading their fingers together.
“Yes, but not tonight.” Jared must let out some sort of disappointed noise, because Misha kisses his chin. “You’re drunk.”
“Aw, you’re such a gentleman,” Jared replies with a grin. “Protecting my virtue, Misha?”
“More like I don’t want our first fuck to be some drunken, fumbling thing in my backyard,” Misha mumbles, and Jared focuses on the way Misha said first, like there’ll be so many more after that. “I want to spread you out in my bed, make it last.”
“I can work with that.” Misha curls his shoulders in and presses himself closer to Jared, tucking his head under Jared’s chin. “Aww,” Jared coos, wrapping his arms around Misha’s shoulders. “You want snuggles?”
“Shut up, it’s cold as shit out here.” Misha nips at the thin skin of Jared’s neck and lets out a breath. “Mm, fuck this. Let’s go up to my room.”
“But I’m comfortable.”
“We can be naked in my room.”
“You’re the boss.” Jared rolls off the swing, fastening up his jeans haphazardly as Misha chuckles and runs his hand through his hair. He buttons his pants and hops delicately off of the swing, grabbing Jared’s hand and dragging him towards the back door.
“Ah, goddamnit.” Misha peers through the glass and tosses his head back with a long sigh. “Jensen’s officially drunk enough to be that douche that busts out his guitar at the party.”
“Shit, he still does that?” Jared laughs and fits himself up against Misha’s back, pressing a kiss to his nape before looking into the room and laughing at everyone gathered around Jensen. “He did that in high school, too. What an ass.”
“I’m not going through there. People will try to talk to me.” Jared lets out a mocking gasp and turns around when Misha pulls away from him and heads over towards the hot tub. There’s a cover on it, and Jared’s mind is wandering to all the fun they could possibly have in it when Misha hops up onto it. Jared’s brows draw together curiously as Misha stands up tall and reaches up to grab the edge of the overhang covering the patio.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jared asks, and Misha grins down at him before pulling himself up onto the roof in a move so quick and graceful that it leaves Jared gaping dumbly up at the sky where Misha used to be. “Misha?”
“What, you pussy?” Misha’s head pops into view, hovering dangerously over the edge of the roof, and holy shit, Jared’s maybe-dating a crazy person. “My window’s right here. You’re big and strong. Are you telling me that you can’t get up here?”
“Don’t challenge my manliness, you ass. I could bench press your entire body,” Jared says, and Misha’s grin grows wider. He’s still this creepy upside-down floating head and Jared blinks up at him. “But I’m also drunk and just had my brain jerked out through my dick, so I don’t really trust my coordination right now.”
“You can do it.” Misha winks at him and then disappears over the edge of the roof, and Jared grumbles to himself as he climbs up onto the hot tub. He looks up at the overhang and then down at the cement patio, and then over to the small group of drunk smokers looking at him like they’re waiting for him to fall and crack his skull just so they’ll have something to laugh at.
“Fine, but if I fall and break my neck, I’m totally haunting your ass.” Jared finds that when he stands up straight on the cover, he’s about eye level with the roof. “Oh, well this isn’t so bad. It’s kinda badass, actually. Feels like high school.” He plants his palms into the rough shingles of the roof and hauls himself up, stomach doing a tight little flip when his feet leave the relatively solid surface of the hot tub cover. He rolls over to lay flat on his back, gaping up at the moon, head spinning pleasantly, and he lets out a sharp groan of surprise and approval when Misha leans over him to kiss his mouth.
“I bet you bring all the boys up here,” Jared mumbles, and Misha chuckles against his lips. His palm is warm on Jared’s cheek and he nuzzles into it a bit, lips pursing against the curl of his fingers.
“The roof’s my fortress of solitude,” Misha tells him, kissing him again before rolling away to crawl over to his bedroom window on his knees. “You should feel special,” he says, tossing a wink at Jared over his shoulder before slipping gracefully through the window.
And you know what? Jared kind of does.
Jared pulls himself through the window headfirst and ends up in a crumpled heap on Misha’s bedroom floor, which sucks, because it’s hardwood. But Misha’s laughing at him, this low, pleased rumble from deep in his chest, so Jared grins stupidly up at him. And then Misha’s toeing off his shoes and pulling his shirt over his head, baring skin that Jared’s already familiar with seeing but all feels so new somehow, now that he’s allowed to touch.
“I bet you’d be more comfortable naked in my bed,” Misha says, all lazy and matter-of-fact, and then he kicks off his pants. And well, Jared can’t argue that.
Pulling himself to his feet seems to be a bit of a challenge, because he’s still a bit drunk but mainly it’s because Misha is naked, so unashamedly bare, arms held loosely at his sides as he raises a brow at Jared. He’s not sure if it’s a like what you see? brow or a what the hell are you waiting for? brow, probably both, and Jared kicks off his shoes as he attacks the buttons of his shirt. Misha doesn’t appear to be particularly inclined to help, and if he wants a show, he’s shit out of luck because Jared’s barely coordinated when he’s stone-cold sober. As it is, he nearly trips while pulling off his socks, and his arms get tangled in his shirts when he tries to pull them both over his head at the same time. But then finally, finally, he’s kicking his jeans off.
He hooks his thumbs in his underwear, a pair of dark red boxer-briefs that he’s always thought looked rather good with his skin tone, and looks up at Misha. A faint blush stains his cheeks, warm and telling, and he swallows hard. Jared’s proud of his body, knows the effect it can have on people, but he’s still slightly nervous. It’s because he craves Misha’s approval more than he craves sugar, or maybe even air, but Misha’s looking at him hungrily. His eyes are dark, lips damp and parted. This bolsters Jared on, makes him pull his underwear down over his hips and kick them out of the way.
“Christ, Jared.” Misha steps up to him and takes the spurs of Jared’s hips in his hands, thumbing at the cuts of muscle there. “You’re a goddamn work of art.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Jared says flippantly, but he knows that he’s still blushing.
“I’m serious,” Misha says, tipping Jared’s head up with a finger under his chin. “You’re beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Jared whispers, leaning in to wrap an arm around Misha’s waist and pull him in close. The first touch of their naked bodies makes them both gasp, and Misha tugs them back towards his bed. Misha falls back onto it, this huge bed with crisp white sheets, and Jared wastes no time in blanketing him.
Jared kisses him, propping himself up on his elbows and pressing his stomach into the cradle of Misha’s hips, legs splayed wide and curled around him.
“I could get used to this,” Jared says, and it sounds like some sort of confession and plea all wrapped up together, whispered and secretive. Misha just smiles, this big toothy grin that Jared’s quickly growing addicted to, and curls his fingers into Jared’s hair before raising his head to kiss him again.
They kiss for a long time, lazy and unhurried, and Misha’s fingers never leave Jared’s hair. Soon Jared can barely keep his eyes open and he pulls the blankets up over their bodies, tucking Misha underneath him because all he wants to do is keep him warm, keep him happy.
Judging by the way Misha hums contentedly and falls right to sleep, Jared’s pretty sure he’s doing a good job.
When Jared wakes up the next morning, he has that disconcerting moment of not knowing where the hell he is; only that the bed he’s in is way too comfortable and he’s vaguely hungover.
It’s when he sits up, pulling himself up to lean back against the headboard, that he wonders if he’s dreaming.
Because Misha is over in the patch of sunlight spilling in through the open window, blue yoga mat rolled out onto the floor. He’s also naked, bent in half with his face tucked in against his calves. Jared watches, mouth agape, as Misha goes through a complicated series of yoga moves, skin bare and tan, glistening beautifully in the sunshine. Misha moves so gracefully, muscles bunching and extending, stretching into place with such amazing control that Jared’s transfixed, unable to even blink.
Then Misha lowers himself into a split, holding his arms out to the side in a straight, steady line. He turns his head to the side and his calm, focused expression morphs into a pleased smile. “You’re up,” he says, and rotates his torso forward so that he can press his forehead to his calf.
“Uh.” Jared glances down at his crotch, sheet tenting obviously, and swallows hard. “You could say that.”
Misha snorts and continues on with his routine, twisting around elegantly to lie on his stomach, pushing up on his arms to look up at the ceiling. “I’m doing sun salutations,” Misha explains, voice easy like he isn’t exerting himself at all. “I do them every morning.”
“I’ve got something you could salute,” Jared says distractedly, and Misha suddenly laughs so hard that he nearly slips out of his pose. He rises to his feet and spins to face Jared and the bed, slinking over and crawling onto it on all fours in a move so sexy that Jared’s mouth goes dry. He curls his fingers in the sheet and pulls it down, revealing Jared’s naked hips and cock, straining hopefully towards his belly.
“Morning,” Misha says as he straddles Jared’s lap and sinks down easily, resting his ass against the tops of Jared’s thighs. He swallows hard and puts his hands on Misha’s slim hips, thumbing the tantalizing line of bone. “I was starting to think you’d sleep all day.”
“You officially have my permission to wake me up whenever you want,” Jared replies breathlessly. Misha just smiles and slides his fingers into Jared’s hair, curling the undoubtedly messy strands around his fingers as he leans in to press their mouths together. Misha tastes like spearmint, nice and clean, and he doesn’t seem to mind that Jared must taste sleep-sour in comparison. He just hums against Jared’s mouth and sucks lazily on his tongue, hips rocking forward easily.
“You wanna fuck me, Jared?” Misha’s voice is hot and damp, rough against his ear, and Jared’s dick twitches. Misha is so goddamn sexy that Jared can barely keep up, and he squeezes Misha’s hips as he mouths at the bolt of his jaw.
“I really do,” Jared replies thickly, one hand traveling from Misha’s hip to the curve of his ass, fingers dipping into the cleft of it. Misha lifts up a bit, giving Jared room to work, and he can’t help the gasp he lets out when he finds that Misha’s already wet, one finger sliding easily into his slick opening. “Oh god.”
“Told you I got tired of waiting,” Misha tells him, sighing as he rocks back against Jared’s finger. “Wanted to be ready for you.”
Misha leans over to grab the condom resting on the corner of the nightstand as if to prove his point, eyes on Jared’s face as he tears it open with his teeth. Jared can barely do anything but watch helplessly as Misha shifts back, letting Jared’s finger slip from his ass as he curls his hand around Jared’s cock and rolls the condom down slowly, carefully, stroking him through the latex.
Jared’s panting, shoulders pressed back against the headboard, and he knows he looks awed. Misha leans in to kiss him again and Jared slides two fingers back into Misha’s ass, groaning as he pictures him fingering himself open for Jared, so eager for him.
“Holy steady, baby,” and then Misha’s lifting up on his knees and Jared pulls his fingers out to grip the base of his cock instead. Misha has one hand braced on Jared’s shoulder and the other in his hair, eyes locked firmly on Jared’s as he sinks down. They both groan as the flared head of Jared’s dick breaches the tight ring of muscle, and Misha screws his hips down determinedly, sinking down slowly until his ass is flush with Jared’s hips. “Oh god, you feel so good. So good filling me up, so big, baby.”
“C’mere,” Jared manages, one arm wrapping around Misha’s shoulders to pull him in for a kiss while he waits for him to adjust. Misha’s tongue flicks into his mouth and his ass clenches down on Jared’s cock, hips swiveling a bit as he lifts up without using his arms at all. His thigh doesn’t even tremble under Jared’s hand, and he remembers the complete control Misha had over his muscles, the marveling strength in his lean body, and he knows he’s in for a wild ride.
Misha locks his knees around Jared’s hips, setting the pace and riding Jared slowly, pulling almost all the way up before sinking back down easily, ass clenching down around Jared and hips swiveling before he pulls back up. Jared rocks up into it once they get a rhythm established, sweat breaking out at his temples and on his chest, unable to look away from Misha’s face. He’s gorgeous like this, almost ethereal, the sunlight spilling in through the window casting a golden halo around his head, and Jared’s just...gone.
He clutches Misha to him like he’s afraid he’ll disappear, moaning and whimpering desperately against the sweaty curve of Misha’s throat. “I know, I know,” Misha’s mumbling, and Jared doesn’t think anything has ever felt as good as Misha does around him, taking Jared so deep. “So good, Jared, so beautiful.”
Misha tugs Jared’s head back by his hair so he can get back at his mouth, biting messily at his lips before licking his way inside with a needy whine. Jared kisses him back, fingers searching out Misha’s dick and wrapping around the shaft, so hard, like velvet over steel. Misha moans, hips swiveling and thighs giving out, sinking down onto Jared so hard that the sound of it rings in Jared’s ears. He’s finally losing a bit of that steadfast control, and Jared grins against Misha’s slick lips as he strokes him, precome leaking out in hot, thick globs to slick the way.
“Gonna come for me, baby?” Jared bites at the corner of Misha’s mouth, tongue rasping across stubble as Misha lets out another broken whimper. “Come on, Misha, I’ve got you.”
“Jared,” low and needy, and then he’s stiffening, tossing his head back with a muffled cry as his dick fattens impossibly in the tight grip of Jared’s fingers. He’s unable to look away from Misha’s face, so beautiful and open as his orgasm takes him. Come slicks Jared’s fingers, the inside of his wrist, and Misha’s flat belly. “Oh god, Jared, please.”
Misha’s still riding him, hips moving in jerky little rolls, and then he clenches and relaxes, clenches and relaxes over and over again, fingers tugging at Jared’s hair and lips on his jaw. Jared can’t take it, sensation flaring at the base of his spine like white-hot fire, and he grabs Misha’s face in both hands, cry muffled against Misha’s mouth as he comes. He pulses into the condom, dick shoved deep inside of Misha, and he whimpers as Misha makes soft, soothing noises and kisses his forehead.
Jared’s shaking all over, spent and satisfied, and he looks up at Misha’s face like he really can’t believe what just happened. Misha looks just as awed, eyes wide as he pants, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.
Jared pulls him in by the cheeks for a breathless kiss, arms wrapping around Misha to hold him tight. Misha moves like he’s going to lift his hips, and Jared gently shoves him back down, not ready to leave the tight clench of Misha’s body just yet. Misha just nods, arms going around Jared’s neck as he kisses him again.
Jared takes a deep breath, hand spanning the sweaty dip between Misha’s shoulder blades as he revels in the afterglow of the best sex he’s ever had.
Misha gets them out of bed when he smells pancakes, explaining to Jared that Danny always makes him breakfast the morning after her and Jensen’s parties to apologize-slash-thank him in advance for the mess he’ll inevitably end up cleaning.
They take a shower, Jared crowded in behind Misha, pressing kisses to the nape of his neck. Misha lets his head fall forward and Jared closes his mouth over the vulnerable jut of bone at the top of his spine. Misha hums and Jared busies himself with sucking at the spot, hands curled around Misha’s hips to hold him in place until there’s a faint purple mark there. He kisses the spot when he’s done and then noses at Misha’s wet hair.
There’s a small seat built into the shower wall behind Jared, pressing into the backs of his knees, and Misha turns around and pushes him down onto it. He steps between Jared’s knees and he leans in to press his lips to the tempting flat of Misha’s belly, hands coming up to cup the backs of his thighs. Misha grabs a bottle of shampoo and gets a generous amount in his hands, eying Jared’s hair contemplatively.
“This thing you have with my hair is bordering on obsession,” Jared says, but it comes out a bit unfocused and soft because he’s too distracted by the water sluicing down Misha’s toned chest and stomach, by the freckle next to his nipple that he somehow never noticed before.
“Are you complaining?” Misha’s hands dig into Jared’s hair with gusto, massaging the shampoo into the strands and working it into a lather, strands slipping through his fingers. It feels so good that Jared lets out a low moan, tipping forward a bit to give Misha better access. “I take that as a no.”
“Nngh,” Jared replies elegantly, slinging an arm around Misha’s enticingly wet waist, resting his forearm in the dip of his lower back as he tips his head back to look up, trusting Misha not to get any soap in his eyes.
Misha wipes the lather from Jared’s forehead with his thumbs, gathering his hair in his fists and smoothing it back away from his face. His hands slip around to grip the back of his neck and he leans down to give Jared a soft kiss.
“Up.” Misha tugs on his shoulders and drags Jared back under the spray, reaching up to run his fingers through Jared’s hair to rinse it clean. Jared returns the favor, though shampooing Misha’s hair is a much shorter process, and they rinse and turn off the water before they get too distracted by each other’s bodies.
They dry off and that’s when Jared realizes that he doesn’t have anything to wear, and that whatever Misha has probably won’t fit him comfortably. But Misha’s pulling on his ubiquitous black boxer briefs so Jared figures he’s allowed to do the same and steps into his own underwear.
They head downstairs, led by their noses and the smell of bacon frying. When they get to the kitchen, Danny’s at the stove in a pink terrycloth robe and Jensen’s sitting at the counter with his iPad and a cup of coffee, clothed only in a pair of plaid pajama bottoms.
“Morning!” Jared calls out, ducking into the kitchen to kiss Danneel on the cheek. He spins around and decides to kiss Jensen on the temple, just because he can, and Jensen chuckles as he wipes at the spot with his palm.
“Now what could have possibly put you in such a good mood, I wonder?” Jensen smirks knowingly and Misha flicks his ear as he slides onto the stool next to him. “And what, now I have to deal with two dudes wandering around my house in their underwear? This is ridiculous.”
“I don’t mind!” Danny calls over her shoulder, blatantly looking Jared up and down and winking before turning back to the bacon.
“Hey, I saw that, you harlot.” Jensen picks up his cup of coffee and shakes his head at Jared’s bare torso before taking a sip.
“You know, Jensen, you could take your pants off too,” Misha tells him, leaning in to bump his shoulder against Jensen’s. “Even up the playing field.”
“’m not wearing any underwear,” Jensen mumbles in reply, obviously distracted by whatever he’s reading on his iPad. Misha and Jared share a look over Jensen’s head, all devious and smirking.
“Oh, then you can definitely feel free to take off your pants.” Jared goes so far as to reach out and snap the waistband of Jensen’s sweats, and he lets out a little yelp as he straightens abruptly.
“Danny, help me,” Jensen whines, and Danneel laughs as she places the bacon on a paper towel. “I’m being sexually harassed.”
“Getting a girl to pick your battles for you?” Jared taunts, and Misha scoffs as he steals Jensen’s coffee and knocks back a greedy swallow.
“Weak, Jen,” Misha says, clicking his tongue and shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Weak.”
“C’mon, there has to be something you two could be doing other than bugging the shit out of me.” Jensen snatches his coffee mug back from Misha and glares at him. “We thought it’d be a good while before the two of you even came up for air.”
“Aw, come now, Jensen.” Jared grins at him, and then winks at Danny when she turns around to set a plate of pancakes and bacon down in front of Jensen. “We’re not animals. We’re perfectly capable of keeping our hands off of each other.”
“C’mere baby,” Misha says teasingly, and Jared prances over to crowd in behind Misha. He straddles the stool and fits in behind him, resting his shoulder on Misha’s chin and chuckling when Misha slips off the stool, feet falling to the floor. He just leans back against Jared’s sturdy chest and holds a piece of bacon over his shoulder, laughing when Jared takes it between his teeth.
Jensen makes a retching noise and Danny smacks the back of his hand with her spatula. “Ow,” Jensen whines, and Danny points the spatula menacingly at him. “Okay yeah, you two lovey dovey assholes just wait. I liked the honeymoon period too, and then it ended and I started waking up to this she-devil every morning.”
“Love you, darling.” Danny leans over the counter and Jensen smiles adoringly at her, leaning in for a kiss. Jared watches them fondly, cheek pressed against Misha’s bare shoulder. They’re such a happy couple, so at ease with each other and able to joke around. Jared’s always wondered what that’s like, to be that happy with another person.
And then Misha makes a happy little noise around a piece of bacon, and Jared presses his smile into the curve of his neck.
[onto part three.]
Jared wakes up to find that he’s contorted himself into some sort of pretzel-like position in his sleep and his back screams in protest from sleeping on a shitty futon night after night. It’s only when he tries to untangle his limbs that he realizes what woke him up so suddenly: his obnoxious ass cell phone.
He grabs it and glares at Jensen’s name on the display as he brings it to his ear and arches his back, wincing when it pops. “Who dares disturb my slumber?”
“Nice to talk to you too, jackass.” Jared grumbles and rolls over onto his stomach, pulling the blanket over his head to shut out the world. “Let me buy your broke ass lunch. Meet me by that Tapas place by my office at one.”
Jared looks at the clock. It’s noon now, and he’ll barely be able to make it over there on public transit even if he leaves in the next five minutes. “You’re demanding. What if I have shit to do?”
“Jared, you don’t even have a job. You have exactly no shit to do. Tapas. One o’clock.”
Jensen hangs up and Jared pulls the phone away from his face to scoff at it, like that’ll somehow get his bewilderment across the disconnected line to Jensen. He considers just ignoring Jensen and going back to sleep, but his sadly empty stomach chooses that moment to rumble and remind Jared just how broke his ass actually is. He rolls off of the futon and mutters under his breath about how Jensen is a dick, but a dick that buys him lunch, so whatever.
The humble nest egg Jared started collecting when the itch between his shoulder blades telling him to pack it all up and flee started getting stronger is enough for his tiny apartment and meager rations, but not much else. So yeah, free lunch is a very good thing.
“Tapas,” Jared says as he shoves his feet into his flip-flops, assuring himself that the promise of foreign cuisine is worth him leaving his hot apartment for the even hotter outside world. He has a somewhat terrifying run in with creepy Mark down in the lobby, and Jared keeps his eyes on him, back pressed flat against the wall until he can shuffle his way out the door. The air smacks him in the face as he steps outside and he glares up at the sky as he slips on his sunglasses like summer is a personal vendetta against Jared himself and he just doesn’t deserve this shit.
The bus ride sucks as usual, and when Jared gives up his seat to a sweet old lady, this dirty hipster of a girl keeps trying to rub up against him and tell him how sweet he is. “I’m gay, sweetheart,” he tells her, and turns the volume up on his iPod, like the Katy Perry blasting from his earbuds will only help cement that fact. “Nice try, though. Very subtle.”
He’s off the bus before it really even stops moving, nearly running into an agitated fellow on his cell phone. He’s on the edge of the financial district, only a few blocks away from Jensen’s office. He’s working his way up at some fancypants physical therapy center that caters to executives too busy to leave their corporate bubble to get their backs adjusted. So you’re a glorified chiropractor, is what Jared had said when Jensen told him about his job, and Jensen answered by punching Jared in the arm, which he didn’t think was at all called for.
Jared finds Jensen’s office, which is sort of amazing considering he’s only been there once before, and that’s when he realizes that he has no idea where the hell this Tapas place actually is. “Jensen, you scatterbrained dick,” Jared mumbles, and pulls his phone out to type Tapas into Google maps. He finally finds the place about two and a half blocks away down some shady alley, and he makes a mental note to adjust Jensen’s definition of ‘right by his office’.
“You’re late,” is what Jensen says when the hostess leads Jared to their table, and Jared’s pissed that Jensen didn’t tell him it was that kind of place for about two seconds until he realized it wouldn’t have stopped him from wearing jeans and flip-flops anyway.
“You’re an asshole,” Jared replies, dropping into the booth and pointing at Jensen’s tie with the sole purpose of laughing at it. “Now feed me.”
Jared lets Jensen order for them because he’s not even entirely sure what tapas is, but it sounds complicated. Jared orders a beer, something expensive and imported because Jensen’s paying, and pushes his sunglasses up into his hair when Jensen finally scolds him for wearing them inside.
“So you and Misha, huh?” Jensen’s words take him completely by surprise and some of his precious beer goes down the wrong pipe. Leave it to Jensen to make him choke in public like some sort of asshole. Jared wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and glares at Jensen until his throat stops burning.
“I don’t know, maybe,” Jared finally replies, because he really doesn’t know what’s going on with them. It’s been a few days since their kiss and subsequent snuggle session, after which Misha walked him to the door and said goodbye with a kiss on the lips and a smack on the ass. But it’s been radio silence on both ends, partly because Jared’s super awkward and partly because he doesn’t really know what to make of Misha, but mainly the awkwardness thing. He figured he’d leave the ball in Misha’s court and then holed up in his crappy apartment and pretended that he wasn’t a pathetic thirteen year old girl waiting for that special boy to call.
“Wait,” Jared says suspiciously, eyes narrowing at Jensen. “Did you lure me all the way out here with the promise of free food just to give me the ‘hurt my best friend and I’ll kill you’ speech? How dare you, Jensen. I’m harmless and the bus ain’t free, douche!”
“Hell no,” Jensen replies, and he’s smirking, the dick. He takes a drink from his tea and then settles back in his seat. Jared stares at him with narrowed eyes, perched on the edge of his chair. “Misha can take care of himself better than I ever could. I was just curious, is all.”
“You’ve got a gleam in your eye,” Jared says, reaching out for his beer again. “I don’t like it.”
“I have no gleam.” The waitress brings over their food, a bunch of weird little dishes that make Jared’s nose wrinkle and mouth water at the same time. Jensen thanks her and Jared salutes her with his beer. “But we are having a party on Friday night,” Jensen says as he dishes out some food onto Jared’s plate, “and Misha specifically told me to make sure that you’re there.”
“He did?” Jared’s voice is stupidly eager and pitchy, and he shakes himself and slumps back into his seat, all casual and calm. “I mean, that’s cool, I guess. I’ll have to check my schedule.”
“Oh, shut the hell up,” Jensen laughs. Jared smiles to himself as he grabs his fork, biting on his bottom lip to stifle his happy grin. “But seriously, do you know how hard it is to make Misha give a fuck? I mean, about anything? We can barely get him to put on pants half the time, so we’re just wondering what you did to him.”
“Charmed the non-existent pants off of him, obviously,” Jared says with a proud, cocky grin, and Jensen raises an eyebrow. “I let him play with my hair.” The other brow raises the first in an impressive and also insulting show of disbelief. “What, fuck you. I’m a catch.”
“You are,” Jensen chuckles, reaching forward to clink the rim of his glass against Jared’s bottle. “And I give you my blessing to fuck my friend. You’ll be good for him.”
“I’m glad you approve, because you know I strive to live my life by the high standards you set for me.”
“Since we were kids,” Jensen says, and gives him a wink that would have made the Jared of five years ago quiver and look around for a bathroom to jerk off in, but all it does to the Jared of today is make him pick up some sort of bean and flick it at Jensen’s smarmy face. “So, Friday night, you’ll be there?”
“Duh.” Jared shoves a bunch of food in his mouth and pauses mid-chew as a sudden thought occurs to him. “Okay, not to sound like a total chick, but he like, actually likes me and doesn’t just want to fuck me, right?”
“Ignoring the fact that you do sound like a total chick,” Jensen replies, ignoring Jared when he flips him off, “why would you ask that?”
Jared fidgets a little, suddenly fascinated with the rim of his beer bottle. “I don’t know.” He shrugs and hesitantly meets Jensen’s eyes. “You and Danny kind of made it seem like he has a, uh, healthy sexual appetite?”
“Oh.” Jensen’s lips thin out for a moment, brows dipping as he comes up with a response. Finally he sets his hands on the table and leans in a bit. “Look, Jared. Misha’s shameless, no doubt, but if all he wanted was to fuck you, he would have done it already. He has some issues, but don’t we all? He’s a really good guy, Jared. He likes you.”
“Thanks,” Jared says, suddenly beaming. Jensen chuckles a bit and steals a swig of his beer. Jared doesn’t waste too much time dwelling on these mysterious issues because he knows that Jensen is a really good judge of character and he wouldn’t allow Misha to be such a big part of his life if he wasn’t worth the trouble. There’s plenty of time to learn all there is to know about Misha.
“You’re welcome. Can we be done having this conversation now?”
“Totally.” Jared takes another huge bite of food, chewing thoughtfully for a moment. “Wait. Does this mean that I’m potentially dating a gorgeous yoga instructor?”
“If you play your cards right,” Jensen says, but the fond smile on his face totally gives him away. Jared’s stomach flips happily and his cheeks flush as he bounces a little in his seat.
“Now that’s Facebook worthy.”
On Friday afternoon, Jared does something that he’s not exactly proud of. He panics and goes shopping, armed with the credit card he had hidden in the bottom of his dresser under some old textbooks. It has a shitty interest rate, but Jared also has nothing to wear.
He finds himself at Urban Outfitters despite his disdain for hipsters, because he’s kind of a hypocrite and he likes their jeans. He’s scoffing at price tags when a sales girl walks up to him. She’s tiny and pretty with dark, wavy hair and a wide smile. She’s wearing chunky red glasses and black Converse, and she looks friendly enough that Jared figures he has nothing to lose.
“Hi, my name’s Genevieve. Can I help you find something?”
“Hey, that’s a pretty name. I’m Jared,” he says sweetly, turning on the puppy eyes as he faces her. “So, here’s the thing. I’m new in town and I have what’s potentially a date with this super hot, awesome guy tonight. I also have nothing to wear and very little money.” Genevieve tilts her head, confused but amused at the same time, and Jared plows on. “And I promise to be your new adorable gay friend if you let me use your employee discount.”
He goes so far as to bat his eyelashes and she laughs at him, tossing her head back and reaching out to put her hand on his chest to steady herself.
“You know what, Jared?” She grins up at him and Jared’s pretty sure he just made a new friend. “You can totally use my discount.”
“You are my favorite.” He bends down to peck her on the cheek and she giggles as she leads him through the racks of clothes. Their choices are a bit limited due to Jared being a giant, but she manages to find him a nice pair of jeans from the clearance stack that make his ass look fantastic, and a tight black v-neck tee to wear under a purple plaid button down.
“Amazing,” Genevieve says as he comes out of the dressing room in the outfit and spins around once, posing with a flourish. “That’s totally a winner. Damn, I’m awesome.”
“I have amazing taste in friends,” he assures her with a wink, and ducks back into the dressing room to change. He carries his purchases up front and she works some sort of register magic that brings his total to hardly anything at all, and she winks at his open-mouthed and grateful expression as she takes his credit card.
“I’m totally taking you up on that friendship offer,” she says as she bags his purchases, and Jared nods enthusiastically as she writes her name and number down on the back of his receipt. “Text me tomorrow and let me know how it goes with - what’s his name?”
“Misha.”
“Misha,” she repeats with a smile. “Lucky boy. Have fun tonight.”
“I will, Gen, you’re a lifesaver.” Jared reaches over the counter to pull her into a hug and then curses when he checks his watch. “Okay, I gotta go make myself look decent.” He grabs his bag and calls out over his shoulder on his way out the door. “I’ll call you tomorrow!”
Jared hops on the bus with a wide grin, and he spends the ride back to his apartment calling the manager of Urban Outfitters to tell him how wonderful and helpful Genevieve was, leaving out the part about her practically giving away the clothes.
It’s blissfully cooler outside, meaning no, or okay, less sweat, and not even creepy Mark lingering in front of their building can wipe the smile off of Jared’s face.
He’s got a good feeling about tonight.
Jared isn’t really sure what exactly he was expecting when he showed up at the Ackles-Harris-Collins residence that night, but he’s still surprised when he turns the corner to see the street lined with nice cars, gleaming expensively in the moonlight and taking up every inch of available curb space.
He’s too intrigued by the bass beat thumping out into the lawn to be nervous, and he bounces on his toes a little as he rings the doorbell. “Jared!” Jensen is flushed and grinning when he pulls the door open, and he reaches out to grab Jared by the arm and tug him inside. He’s wearing charcoal slacks and a white button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and collar open to expose his tan throat. He looks gorgeous, of course, but that’s not what Jared’s here for.
“Jesus, you weren’t kidding when you said party,” Jared says as they weave through the press of bodies filling up the living room. All the furniture’s been pushed up against the walls and Jared accidentally bumps into a pretty girl that looks insanely familiar. He excuses himself and follows Jensen into the kitchen, where thankfully it’s a bit quieter. “I didn’t even know you were capable of making this many friends.”
“They’re all Danny’s,” Jensen replies as he shoves a beer into Jared’s hand. Jared takes a swig and looks out into the crowd, trying to spot Misha. Instead he catches sight of a tiny blonde in a green dress, and he gestures towards her with the tip of his beer.
“That chick looks like Veronica Mars,” Jared notes, because she really does, and Jensen looks over to where he’s pointing and nods.
“That’s because it is.” Jensen says this like it’s no big deal that there’s a celebrity in his living room, like it’s something that happens all the time. And then Jared splutters, thinking about how that girl he bumped into looked so much like Sophia Bush because maybe it was. “Bell’s a good friend. Funny as hell. You’ll love her.”
“Why are there famous people in your house?”
“Dude, Danny’s an actress.” Jared gapes and turns to look at Jensen, mouth opening and closing rapidly as he tries to figure out what to say. How was he unaware of this information? “She was on One Tree Hill for awhile, which is why Chad Michael Murdouche just walked through my door, shit.”
“What?”
“Oh, while we’re on the subject, Misha’s running late.” Jensen salutes someone with his beer when they call his name, and then turns his attention back to Jared. “Katy Perry apparently had a really stressful week and demanded a session with him and his boss wouldn’t let him turn it down. He should be here soon, though. He told me not to let you leave.”
“Okay, now you’re just fucking with me,” Jared replies, and Jensen looks honestly confused for a moment before he laughs and shakes his head. “Wait, you’re telling me that Misha, the guy I made out with the other night, is currently all bendy and sweaty with Katy Perry?”
“Yeah,” Jensen laughs, taking a sip of his beer all casual like Jared’s entire world wasn’t just tilted on its axis. “Misha works at one of the most exclusive spas in town. He has a bunch of celebrity clients, including my hot girlfriend. Catch up, dude.”
“I need a moment.” Jared holds out his hand and finishes the beer in the other, shaking his head a bit. “I just - what? How is this my life right now?”
Jensen just laughs and then Danny’s at his elbow with Veronica freaking Mars at her side, and then Jared is being introduced to her and a bunch of other people that look vaguely familiar, and he needs like, a lot more alcohol to deal with the insane turn his life’s just taken.
Jared spots Misha walk through the door about three beers later, and he’s wearing clothes, a dark blue v-neck tee over black pants, and Jared’s mouth goes a little dry at the sight of him. Misha doesn’t see him and Jared wants to go over there but he’s literally trapped in a corner while Chad Michael Murray talks to him about inner peace and the power of positive thinking and what the fuck is happening?
He watches Misha disappear into the kitchen, presumably for a drink, and Jared wants to touch him so badly it’s like a physical ache. So he puts his hand on Chad’s shoulder and pastes on a smile that he hopes might pass for genuine. “Look, Chad, it’s been great talking to you, but my plans for the evening just walked through the door.”
“Oh, sure man. Have the best night.”
“Uh, you too. And I’ll totally check out your graphic novel. See ya ‘round, man.” Jared dislodges himself from the corner and works his way through the crowd. “Fuck that graphic novel, jesus.”
He’s halfway through the crowded living room when the song changes and he suddenly has his arms full of tipsy actress. “Dance with me!” Danny bounces on her heels and Jared shoots a longing look at the kitchen, but then Danny’s arms are around his neck and well, dancing is fun, so he gets into it. She practically climbs him like a tree and he half expects Jensen to pop up and kick his ass, but then the song’s ending and she’s jumping up to kiss his cheek before twirling over to someone else, and Jared makes a break for it.
He finds Misha in the kitchen doing shots with some dude that may or may not be on Gossip Girl, and his whole face lights up when Jared walks up to him. He nods the guy off and steps up to Jared, looping his arms around Jared’s neck and pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. Jared grabs his hips and really wants to kiss him good and hard, but he just can’t focus.
“Hey!” Misha says at the same moment that Jared blurts out “Were you really just with Katy Perry?”
“Ugh, yeah.” Misha rolls his eyes and lets go of Jared only after tucking the loose strands of his hair behind his ear. “Sorry I’m late.”
“Misha, I have no shame in telling you that I am that stereotypical gay dude that loves Katy Perry, and I’m super jealous of you right now.”
Misha laughs and licks his lips as he looks up at Jared’s face, cheeks flushed pink. “Do you want to meet Katy Perry, Jared?”
“...Yes.”
“I’ll let you know next time she comes in for a session and you can drop by,” Misha tells him, and Jared’s mouth drops open. “I’ll introduce you.”
After that Jared just can’t help himself. He pushes Misha up against the refrigerator and kisses him like he deserves, all deep and grateful. Misha hums appreciatively and fists his hands in the hair at Jared’s nape. “You’re awesome,” Jared mumbles against Misha’s lips. “And I thought about you all week and I couldn’t wait to see you and that’s totally not the beer talking.”
“I missed you too, California girl,” Misha says, and Jared gets all warm and gooey inside. Someone calls Misha’s name and he sighs, dropping his head back against the fridge for a moment before smiling apologetically up at Jared and rubbing his knuckles tantalizingly over his stomach. “Let me make the rounds and say hi to everyone and then it’s just me and you, okay?”
Jared nods helplessly and Misha smiles, pushing up on his toes to press a kiss to Jared’s mouth. He’s gone, so fucking totally and completely gone for this guy that hangs out on roofs and likes to sweat and hates clothes and teaches Katy Perry how to do yoga, for fuck’s sake. It’s completely ridiculous, but he can’t help how fast his heart’s beating.
“Meet me out back in half an hour, okay?” Jared nods and Misha kisses him once more, tugging playfully at his hair before slipping out from under his arm and disappearing into the crowd. Jared watches his perky ass with not an ounce of shame, head tilting to the side and brows creasing with a frown when he loses sight of him.
“Shit, you’ve got it bad.” Jared snaps his gaze up to see Jensen holding out a shot glass full of tequila. Jared takes it and they clink glasses, sticky liquid slopping over their fingers before they knock the shots back. Jensen’s suddenly in his face and Jared has to blink a few times before he comes into focus. He’s had enough alcohol that he’s warm, skin tingling pleasantly, and he reaches out to grab Jensen by the shoulders. “I’m glad you’re here, man, because shit, I missed you. And if you repeat that I will punch you in the jewels, dude, I swear to fuck. But it’s true. You’re my best friend.”
“You’re mine too, dude!” Jared wraps his arms around Jensen and pulls him into a hug, cheek pressed hotly against Jensen’s ear. “And I’m sorry I was such a dick but like, you’ve seen you, right? You wandered right through my fuckin’ gay crisis and I caught feelings, man. But I’m totally over it, because I want to bang your friend. Really bad.”
“Good, man,” Jensen says into Jared’s neck, still clutching to him drunkenly. “You’re like, ridiculously good looking too, you know that, right? If I had like, an inkling of gay in me, I would have been all over that.”
“That means a lot, man. Thanks.” Jared squeezes Jensen even tighter, and he blinks his eyes open when someone clears their throat. Danny’s staring at them looking way too amused, and Jensen twists around to look at her without letting go of Jared.
“Heeey, baby,” Jensen says awkwardly, and Danny giggles at them.
“So now I have to deal with Misha and you trying to convert Jensen over to the darkside?” She asks, smirking as she pours herself a shot of tequila. “Tell you what. The two of you can borrow him for one night if you promise to videotape it.”
“Ooh, what do you say?” Jared teases, reaching down to pinch Jensen’s ass. He jumps back out of Jared’s arms and thumps him in the chest. But Jensen’s smiling at him, warm and fond, and Jared realizes that they sort of just drunkenly stumbled through a conversation that they probably needed to have anyway, and Jared’s glad to have it over and done with.
“Let us never speak of this again,” Jensen says, and Jared pastes on a stern look and nods. They both crack up and Jensen turns around to swoop Danny up into his arms and kiss her. She loops her arms around his shoulders and grins against his lips, toes gliding along the floor as Jensen drags her out into the living room to dance.
Jared ends up killing the half an hour hiding in the breakfast nook with Kristen Bell, playing a half-assed game of quarters and talking about dogs. She’s actually a seriously cool, hilarious chick and they end up exchanging numbers after Jared offers to dogsit for her whenever she needs.
This has been the most surreal night of his entire life, and when he looks at his phone to see that it’s been forty minutes since he saw Misha, he knows it’s about to get even better.
“It was seriously awesome to meet you, Bells.” He leans down to kiss her cheek and she giggles. He just made a movie star giggle. He is the man. “Text me, okay?”
“Sure thing, Jared.” He grins at her and then makes his way to the back door, slipping through it stealthily as he can, being as drunk as he is. There are a few people gathered in front of the door, smoking and chatting, and Jared passes them to stroll further out onto the patio.
He’s suddenly grabbed around the waist and pulled sideways, toppling down onto a very comfortable and surprisingly sturdy porch swing. It’s huge, swaying gently back and forth, padded with fluffy pillows and blankets, and best of all, it comes with a Misha.
“There you are,” Misha says, rolling them until his back’s pressed up against the back of the swing and Jared’s on his side, facing him and tangling their legs together. “You left me out here and I got cold.”
“Mm, I can fix that.” Jared pushes in closer and slides his hands under the back of Misha’s shirt, holding him close and leaning in to press a kiss to the tempting curve of his neck. “Two questions. Can this thing hold us, and are you as drunk as me?”
“Yes to all counts,” Misha breathes, gripping the back of Jared’s neck and sliding his fingers up into his hair as he pulls him in for a kiss. Jared can taste the tequila on Misha’s tongue and he sucks on it, groaning when Misha tugs on his hair. “Shit, been wanting to kiss you for days.”
“Then shut up and do it,” Jared growls, and Misha chuckles before he bites down on Jared’s chin hard enough to make him hiss, clever tongue licking away the sting before they’re kissing again. Misha lifts his leg to wrap it around Jared’s hips, pulling him in even closer as they kiss. He shoves the arm pinned under their bodies under Jared’s neck instead, curling it around his shoulders. He’s grabbing his hair again, and that’s a kink Jared can totally get down with, and then moving his other hand down between their bodies. He presses the palm to the bulge of Jared’s crotch, cupping his rapidly swelling cock through the denim. Jared breaks their kiss to hiss, shifting his hips so he can spread his legs a little, instantly accommodating of Misha’s new plan.
“Shit, I knew you’d be huge.” Misha’s kissing Jared’s chin, licking at the bolt of his jaw while he massages his cock teasingly through his jeans. Jared whimpers and hardens even further, pushing Misha’s leg off of his hip so he can rest his knee up on Misha’s thigh, making enough room for Misha’s hand to work between them. “Bet you have such a pretty cock, Jared, fuck.”
“Misha, jesus.” Jared grabs him by the cheek and kisses him again, hips rocking incrementally into his hand. “There’s people around,” Jared says, some deep-seated show of propriety. Misha just chuckles and unbuttons Jared’s jeans with one hand, looking challengingly into his eyes as he fucking licks his palm, flat of his tongue wetting it before he shoves it right into Jared’s underwear, curling skillfully around his cock. “Okay, yeah, fuck them. They can watch for all I give a shit, just don’t - don’t stop, okay?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” And then Misha’s kissing him again, licking the desperate little noises out of his mouth as he jerks him off. It’s fucking heavenly, even with the weird angle, and Misha thumbs at his slit, nail scraping across the head just so, and Jared bites down on Misha’s jaw just to keep from crying out. “God, Jared, look at you. You’re so beautiful. Can’t wait to see what your face looks like when you come.”
“Oh shit, ah. Keep that up and you won’t have long to wait. Fuck, that feels so good and it’s just your hand.” Jared can feel the spit-slick stretch of Misha’s grin against his jaw and Jared scrabbles at the front of Misha’s slacks, shaky fingers tugging at the fastenings as he rocks his hips forward into Misha’s fist. “C’mon, baby,” Jared whispers, biting down on his lip to keep from laughing. “Let me see what you’re hidin’ underneath.”
“Jared, shit, you - wait.” Misha snaps his head back to glare at him. Jared blinks innocently and pops the button on Misha’s slacks, dragging the zipper down slowly.
“Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?”
“Okay, we need to set up some ground rules, obviously,” Misha rasps out, gripping Jared’s dick at the base and tugging on his hair with his other hand to make Jared look at him. “No quoting my clients’ shitty songs when we’re in bed together.”
“Oh god, you’re gonna give me rules? I love it.” Jared kisses Misha’s scowling mouth and thrusts into his hand again. “And we’re not in bed, we’re on a swinging couch that I’m pretty sure might break at any moment, and shit, this is the best night ever.”
“Why?” Misha asks, voice gone all sexy again. “Because my hand’s on your dick?”
“No, because I beat Veronica Mars at quarters.” Misha scoffs and pulls his hands away from Jared, putting them on his chest instead and pushing. Jared has to reach behind Misha to grab the back of the swing to keep from sliding off, and he’s laughing against Misha’s nose, dick wet and cold where it’s sticking out of his pants. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Put your hands on me-” Misha hums, mumbles a that’s better, and places his palm against Jared’s stomach. “-in my skin tight jeans, I’ll be your teenage dream tonight.”
Misha scoffs disbelievingly and Jared laughs and laughs, until Misha grabs his dick again, stroking him in earnest. “What am I gonna do with you?”
“That’s - that’s a good start,” Jared groans, too blissed out now to keep joking around. He grips Misha’s shoulder and whimpers into his mouth, kissing him messily as Misha strokes him mercilessly, thumbing at the head before spreading his fingers and tightening his grip. Jared’s head feels fuzzy, brain gone all to hell and completely empty of jokes and teases, and he finally gets his hand inside Misha’s pants. He’s not wearing any underwear, of course not, and the breathy little grunt he gets out when Jared’s fingers wrap around his dick, all messy-wet with precome, is better than anything he’s ever heard.
Jared needs to see it, Misha’s cock slipping through his fingers, so he slides his hand down to cup Misha’s balls, pushing the sharp zipper down and out of the way with his wrist and pressing the top of his head against Misha’s chin so he can get a good look. Misha’s dick is hard and thick, the shaft a pretty shade of pale pink that darkens to a deep red at the head. Jared rubs his thumb into Misha’s slit, smearing the pearly fluid around the sensitive glans before bringing his thumb up to his lips for a taste. Misha groans and Jared’s close, so close that he can’t even bear to look and see what Misha’s fucking gorgeous fingers look like wrapped around his dick. Jared shushes Misha softly, curling his leg tighter around Misha’s hips to bring them closer together.
Jared tugs Misha’s hand away by the wrist and takes them both in his own hand, squeezing their shafts together and smashing his mouth against Misha’s to stifle his cry of pleasure. Misha’s wet fingers wrap around Jared’s wrist as he strokes them, balls drawing up tight against his body.
“Fuck, Jared, can’t wait to get you in my bed.” Misha’s mumbling against Jared’s slack mouth, fingers of his free hand tangled in Jared’s hair tight enough to sting. Jared’s tongue flicks out to tease at the wet inside of Misha’s bottom lip as he strokes, rocking his hips forward to increase the friction. “Gonna get that pretty dick of yours in my mouth, so big, gonna choke on it.”
And that’s fucking it. Jared grabs the back of Misha’s neck and presses their mouths together just to keep from shouting. He whimpers instead, needy and desperate, hips jerking as he comes all over Misha’s stomach. He lets go of their dicks to grab Misha’s, jerking him with tight, uncoordinated little strokes, too wrapped up in his orgasm to give him the attention he deserves. But it seems to do the trick, because Misha tugs on Jared’s hair and bites down on his jaw, spurting thickly all over Jared’s fingers.
They fall together panting, wet cocks brushing, spreading the mess between them. Jared wraps Misha up in his arms because sometimes he can be a giant girl after he comes, especially with someone he really likes, and he’s drunk on top of it. But Misha just relaxes into his embrace, humming softly and combing his fingers through Jared’s sweaty hair.
“Baby, you’re a firework,” Jared finally pants, and Misha bursts into laughter against his neck. It tickles and Jared kisses his temple, tracing random patterns over the smooth skin at the small of Misha’s back.
“You’re ridiculous, but you’ve got a nice cock so I think I’ll keep you.” He bites at Jared’s earlobe to punctuate the comment, and Jared slides his hand down into Misha’s open slacks to squeeze his ass.
“Mm, I do. Gonna let me put it in you?” Misha shivers a bit and reaches back to grab Jared’s wrist and pull his hand away. He brings it up to his lips and kisses the back of it before threading their fingers together.
“Yes, but not tonight.” Jared must let out some sort of disappointed noise, because Misha kisses his chin. “You’re drunk.”
“Aw, you’re such a gentleman,” Jared replies with a grin. “Protecting my virtue, Misha?”
“More like I don’t want our first fuck to be some drunken, fumbling thing in my backyard,” Misha mumbles, and Jared focuses on the way Misha said first, like there’ll be so many more after that. “I want to spread you out in my bed, make it last.”
“I can work with that.” Misha curls his shoulders in and presses himself closer to Jared, tucking his head under Jared’s chin. “Aww,” Jared coos, wrapping his arms around Misha’s shoulders. “You want snuggles?”
“Shut up, it’s cold as shit out here.” Misha nips at the thin skin of Jared’s neck and lets out a breath. “Mm, fuck this. Let’s go up to my room.”
“But I’m comfortable.”
“We can be naked in my room.”
“You’re the boss.” Jared rolls off the swing, fastening up his jeans haphazardly as Misha chuckles and runs his hand through his hair. He buttons his pants and hops delicately off of the swing, grabbing Jared’s hand and dragging him towards the back door.
“Ah, goddamnit.” Misha peers through the glass and tosses his head back with a long sigh. “Jensen’s officially drunk enough to be that douche that busts out his guitar at the party.”
“Shit, he still does that?” Jared laughs and fits himself up against Misha’s back, pressing a kiss to his nape before looking into the room and laughing at everyone gathered around Jensen. “He did that in high school, too. What an ass.”
“I’m not going through there. People will try to talk to me.” Jared lets out a mocking gasp and turns around when Misha pulls away from him and heads over towards the hot tub. There’s a cover on it, and Jared’s mind is wandering to all the fun they could possibly have in it when Misha hops up onto it. Jared’s brows draw together curiously as Misha stands up tall and reaches up to grab the edge of the overhang covering the patio.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jared asks, and Misha grins down at him before pulling himself up onto the roof in a move so quick and graceful that it leaves Jared gaping dumbly up at the sky where Misha used to be. “Misha?”
“What, you pussy?” Misha’s head pops into view, hovering dangerously over the edge of the roof, and holy shit, Jared’s maybe-dating a crazy person. “My window’s right here. You’re big and strong. Are you telling me that you can’t get up here?”
“Don’t challenge my manliness, you ass. I could bench press your entire body,” Jared says, and Misha’s grin grows wider. He’s still this creepy upside-down floating head and Jared blinks up at him. “But I’m also drunk and just had my brain jerked out through my dick, so I don’t really trust my coordination right now.”
“You can do it.” Misha winks at him and then disappears over the edge of the roof, and Jared grumbles to himself as he climbs up onto the hot tub. He looks up at the overhang and then down at the cement patio, and then over to the small group of drunk smokers looking at him like they’re waiting for him to fall and crack his skull just so they’ll have something to laugh at.
“Fine, but if I fall and break my neck, I’m totally haunting your ass.” Jared finds that when he stands up straight on the cover, he’s about eye level with the roof. “Oh, well this isn’t so bad. It’s kinda badass, actually. Feels like high school.” He plants his palms into the rough shingles of the roof and hauls himself up, stomach doing a tight little flip when his feet leave the relatively solid surface of the hot tub cover. He rolls over to lay flat on his back, gaping up at the moon, head spinning pleasantly, and he lets out a sharp groan of surprise and approval when Misha leans over him to kiss his mouth.
“I bet you bring all the boys up here,” Jared mumbles, and Misha chuckles against his lips. His palm is warm on Jared’s cheek and he nuzzles into it a bit, lips pursing against the curl of his fingers.
“The roof’s my fortress of solitude,” Misha tells him, kissing him again before rolling away to crawl over to his bedroom window on his knees. “You should feel special,” he says, tossing a wink at Jared over his shoulder before slipping gracefully through the window.
And you know what? Jared kind of does.
Jared pulls himself through the window headfirst and ends up in a crumpled heap on Misha’s bedroom floor, which sucks, because it’s hardwood. But Misha’s laughing at him, this low, pleased rumble from deep in his chest, so Jared grins stupidly up at him. And then Misha’s toeing off his shoes and pulling his shirt over his head, baring skin that Jared’s already familiar with seeing but all feels so new somehow, now that he’s allowed to touch.
“I bet you’d be more comfortable naked in my bed,” Misha says, all lazy and matter-of-fact, and then he kicks off his pants. And well, Jared can’t argue that.
Pulling himself to his feet seems to be a bit of a challenge, because he’s still a bit drunk but mainly it’s because Misha is naked, so unashamedly bare, arms held loosely at his sides as he raises a brow at Jared. He’s not sure if it’s a like what you see? brow or a what the hell are you waiting for? brow, probably both, and Jared kicks off his shoes as he attacks the buttons of his shirt. Misha doesn’t appear to be particularly inclined to help, and if he wants a show, he’s shit out of luck because Jared’s barely coordinated when he’s stone-cold sober. As it is, he nearly trips while pulling off his socks, and his arms get tangled in his shirts when he tries to pull them both over his head at the same time. But then finally, finally, he’s kicking his jeans off.
He hooks his thumbs in his underwear, a pair of dark red boxer-briefs that he’s always thought looked rather good with his skin tone, and looks up at Misha. A faint blush stains his cheeks, warm and telling, and he swallows hard. Jared’s proud of his body, knows the effect it can have on people, but he’s still slightly nervous. It’s because he craves Misha’s approval more than he craves sugar, or maybe even air, but Misha’s looking at him hungrily. His eyes are dark, lips damp and parted. This bolsters Jared on, makes him pull his underwear down over his hips and kick them out of the way.
“Christ, Jared.” Misha steps up to him and takes the spurs of Jared’s hips in his hands, thumbing at the cuts of muscle there. “You’re a goddamn work of art.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Jared says flippantly, but he knows that he’s still blushing.
“I’m serious,” Misha says, tipping Jared’s head up with a finger under his chin. “You’re beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Jared whispers, leaning in to wrap an arm around Misha’s waist and pull him in close. The first touch of their naked bodies makes them both gasp, and Misha tugs them back towards his bed. Misha falls back onto it, this huge bed with crisp white sheets, and Jared wastes no time in blanketing him.
Jared kisses him, propping himself up on his elbows and pressing his stomach into the cradle of Misha’s hips, legs splayed wide and curled around him.
“I could get used to this,” Jared says, and it sounds like some sort of confession and plea all wrapped up together, whispered and secretive. Misha just smiles, this big toothy grin that Jared’s quickly growing addicted to, and curls his fingers into Jared’s hair before raising his head to kiss him again.
They kiss for a long time, lazy and unhurried, and Misha’s fingers never leave Jared’s hair. Soon Jared can barely keep his eyes open and he pulls the blankets up over their bodies, tucking Misha underneath him because all he wants to do is keep him warm, keep him happy.
Judging by the way Misha hums contentedly and falls right to sleep, Jared’s pretty sure he’s doing a good job.
When Jared wakes up the next morning, he has that disconcerting moment of not knowing where the hell he is; only that the bed he’s in is way too comfortable and he’s vaguely hungover.
It’s when he sits up, pulling himself up to lean back against the headboard, that he wonders if he’s dreaming.
Because Misha is over in the patch of sunlight spilling in through the open window, blue yoga mat rolled out onto the floor. He’s also naked, bent in half with his face tucked in against his calves. Jared watches, mouth agape, as Misha goes through a complicated series of yoga moves, skin bare and tan, glistening beautifully in the sunshine. Misha moves so gracefully, muscles bunching and extending, stretching into place with such amazing control that Jared’s transfixed, unable to even blink.
Then Misha lowers himself into a split, holding his arms out to the side in a straight, steady line. He turns his head to the side and his calm, focused expression morphs into a pleased smile. “You’re up,” he says, and rotates his torso forward so that he can press his forehead to his calf.
“Uh.” Jared glances down at his crotch, sheet tenting obviously, and swallows hard. “You could say that.”
Misha snorts and continues on with his routine, twisting around elegantly to lie on his stomach, pushing up on his arms to look up at the ceiling. “I’m doing sun salutations,” Misha explains, voice easy like he isn’t exerting himself at all. “I do them every morning.”
“I’ve got something you could salute,” Jared says distractedly, and Misha suddenly laughs so hard that he nearly slips out of his pose. He rises to his feet and spins to face Jared and the bed, slinking over and crawling onto it on all fours in a move so sexy that Jared’s mouth goes dry. He curls his fingers in the sheet and pulls it down, revealing Jared’s naked hips and cock, straining hopefully towards his belly.
“Morning,” Misha says as he straddles Jared’s lap and sinks down easily, resting his ass against the tops of Jared’s thighs. He swallows hard and puts his hands on Misha’s slim hips, thumbing the tantalizing line of bone. “I was starting to think you’d sleep all day.”
“You officially have my permission to wake me up whenever you want,” Jared replies breathlessly. Misha just smiles and slides his fingers into Jared’s hair, curling the undoubtedly messy strands around his fingers as he leans in to press their mouths together. Misha tastes like spearmint, nice and clean, and he doesn’t seem to mind that Jared must taste sleep-sour in comparison. He just hums against Jared’s mouth and sucks lazily on his tongue, hips rocking forward easily.
“You wanna fuck me, Jared?” Misha’s voice is hot and damp, rough against his ear, and Jared’s dick twitches. Misha is so goddamn sexy that Jared can barely keep up, and he squeezes Misha’s hips as he mouths at the bolt of his jaw.
“I really do,” Jared replies thickly, one hand traveling from Misha’s hip to the curve of his ass, fingers dipping into the cleft of it. Misha lifts up a bit, giving Jared room to work, and he can’t help the gasp he lets out when he finds that Misha’s already wet, one finger sliding easily into his slick opening. “Oh god.”
“Told you I got tired of waiting,” Misha tells him, sighing as he rocks back against Jared’s finger. “Wanted to be ready for you.”
Misha leans over to grab the condom resting on the corner of the nightstand as if to prove his point, eyes on Jared’s face as he tears it open with his teeth. Jared can barely do anything but watch helplessly as Misha shifts back, letting Jared’s finger slip from his ass as he curls his hand around Jared’s cock and rolls the condom down slowly, carefully, stroking him through the latex.
Jared’s panting, shoulders pressed back against the headboard, and he knows he looks awed. Misha leans in to kiss him again and Jared slides two fingers back into Misha’s ass, groaning as he pictures him fingering himself open for Jared, so eager for him.
“Holy steady, baby,” and then Misha’s lifting up on his knees and Jared pulls his fingers out to grip the base of his cock instead. Misha has one hand braced on Jared’s shoulder and the other in his hair, eyes locked firmly on Jared’s as he sinks down. They both groan as the flared head of Jared’s dick breaches the tight ring of muscle, and Misha screws his hips down determinedly, sinking down slowly until his ass is flush with Jared’s hips. “Oh god, you feel so good. So good filling me up, so big, baby.”
“C’mere,” Jared manages, one arm wrapping around Misha’s shoulders to pull him in for a kiss while he waits for him to adjust. Misha’s tongue flicks into his mouth and his ass clenches down on Jared’s cock, hips swiveling a bit as he lifts up without using his arms at all. His thigh doesn’t even tremble under Jared’s hand, and he remembers the complete control Misha had over his muscles, the marveling strength in his lean body, and he knows he’s in for a wild ride.
Misha locks his knees around Jared’s hips, setting the pace and riding Jared slowly, pulling almost all the way up before sinking back down easily, ass clenching down around Jared and hips swiveling before he pulls back up. Jared rocks up into it once they get a rhythm established, sweat breaking out at his temples and on his chest, unable to look away from Misha’s face. He’s gorgeous like this, almost ethereal, the sunlight spilling in through the window casting a golden halo around his head, and Jared’s just...gone.
He clutches Misha to him like he’s afraid he’ll disappear, moaning and whimpering desperately against the sweaty curve of Misha’s throat. “I know, I know,” Misha’s mumbling, and Jared doesn’t think anything has ever felt as good as Misha does around him, taking Jared so deep. “So good, Jared, so beautiful.”
Misha tugs Jared’s head back by his hair so he can get back at his mouth, biting messily at his lips before licking his way inside with a needy whine. Jared kisses him back, fingers searching out Misha’s dick and wrapping around the shaft, so hard, like velvet over steel. Misha moans, hips swiveling and thighs giving out, sinking down onto Jared so hard that the sound of it rings in Jared’s ears. He’s finally losing a bit of that steadfast control, and Jared grins against Misha’s slick lips as he strokes him, precome leaking out in hot, thick globs to slick the way.
“Gonna come for me, baby?” Jared bites at the corner of Misha’s mouth, tongue rasping across stubble as Misha lets out another broken whimper. “Come on, Misha, I’ve got you.”
“Jared,” low and needy, and then he’s stiffening, tossing his head back with a muffled cry as his dick fattens impossibly in the tight grip of Jared’s fingers. He’s unable to look away from Misha’s face, so beautiful and open as his orgasm takes him. Come slicks Jared’s fingers, the inside of his wrist, and Misha’s flat belly. “Oh god, Jared, please.”
Misha’s still riding him, hips moving in jerky little rolls, and then he clenches and relaxes, clenches and relaxes over and over again, fingers tugging at Jared’s hair and lips on his jaw. Jared can’t take it, sensation flaring at the base of his spine like white-hot fire, and he grabs Misha’s face in both hands, cry muffled against Misha’s mouth as he comes. He pulses into the condom, dick shoved deep inside of Misha, and he whimpers as Misha makes soft, soothing noises and kisses his forehead.
Jared’s shaking all over, spent and satisfied, and he looks up at Misha’s face like he really can’t believe what just happened. Misha looks just as awed, eyes wide as he pants, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.
Jared pulls him in by the cheeks for a breathless kiss, arms wrapping around Misha to hold him tight. Misha moves like he’s going to lift his hips, and Jared gently shoves him back down, not ready to leave the tight clench of Misha’s body just yet. Misha just nods, arms going around Jared’s neck as he kisses him again.
Jared takes a deep breath, hand spanning the sweaty dip between Misha’s shoulder blades as he revels in the afterglow of the best sex he’s ever had.
Misha gets them out of bed when he smells pancakes, explaining to Jared that Danny always makes him breakfast the morning after her and Jensen’s parties to apologize-slash-thank him in advance for the mess he’ll inevitably end up cleaning.
They take a shower, Jared crowded in behind Misha, pressing kisses to the nape of his neck. Misha lets his head fall forward and Jared closes his mouth over the vulnerable jut of bone at the top of his spine. Misha hums and Jared busies himself with sucking at the spot, hands curled around Misha’s hips to hold him in place until there’s a faint purple mark there. He kisses the spot when he’s done and then noses at Misha’s wet hair.
There’s a small seat built into the shower wall behind Jared, pressing into the backs of his knees, and Misha turns around and pushes him down onto it. He steps between Jared’s knees and he leans in to press his lips to the tempting flat of Misha’s belly, hands coming up to cup the backs of his thighs. Misha grabs a bottle of shampoo and gets a generous amount in his hands, eying Jared’s hair contemplatively.
“This thing you have with my hair is bordering on obsession,” Jared says, but it comes out a bit unfocused and soft because he’s too distracted by the water sluicing down Misha’s toned chest and stomach, by the freckle next to his nipple that he somehow never noticed before.
“Are you complaining?” Misha’s hands dig into Jared’s hair with gusto, massaging the shampoo into the strands and working it into a lather, strands slipping through his fingers. It feels so good that Jared lets out a low moan, tipping forward a bit to give Misha better access. “I take that as a no.”
“Nngh,” Jared replies elegantly, slinging an arm around Misha’s enticingly wet waist, resting his forearm in the dip of his lower back as he tips his head back to look up, trusting Misha not to get any soap in his eyes.
Misha wipes the lather from Jared’s forehead with his thumbs, gathering his hair in his fists and smoothing it back away from his face. His hands slip around to grip the back of his neck and he leans down to give Jared a soft kiss.
“Up.” Misha tugs on his shoulders and drags Jared back under the spray, reaching up to run his fingers through Jared’s hair to rinse it clean. Jared returns the favor, though shampooing Misha’s hair is a much shorter process, and they rinse and turn off the water before they get too distracted by each other’s bodies.
They dry off and that’s when Jared realizes that he doesn’t have anything to wear, and that whatever Misha has probably won’t fit him comfortably. But Misha’s pulling on his ubiquitous black boxer briefs so Jared figures he’s allowed to do the same and steps into his own underwear.
They head downstairs, led by their noses and the smell of bacon frying. When they get to the kitchen, Danny’s at the stove in a pink terrycloth robe and Jensen’s sitting at the counter with his iPad and a cup of coffee, clothed only in a pair of plaid pajama bottoms.
“Morning!” Jared calls out, ducking into the kitchen to kiss Danneel on the cheek. He spins around and decides to kiss Jensen on the temple, just because he can, and Jensen chuckles as he wipes at the spot with his palm.
“Now what could have possibly put you in such a good mood, I wonder?” Jensen smirks knowingly and Misha flicks his ear as he slides onto the stool next to him. “And what, now I have to deal with two dudes wandering around my house in their underwear? This is ridiculous.”
“I don’t mind!” Danny calls over her shoulder, blatantly looking Jared up and down and winking before turning back to the bacon.
“Hey, I saw that, you harlot.” Jensen picks up his cup of coffee and shakes his head at Jared’s bare torso before taking a sip.
“You know, Jensen, you could take your pants off too,” Misha tells him, leaning in to bump his shoulder against Jensen’s. “Even up the playing field.”
“’m not wearing any underwear,” Jensen mumbles in reply, obviously distracted by whatever he’s reading on his iPad. Misha and Jared share a look over Jensen’s head, all devious and smirking.
“Oh, then you can definitely feel free to take off your pants.” Jared goes so far as to reach out and snap the waistband of Jensen’s sweats, and he lets out a little yelp as he straightens abruptly.
“Danny, help me,” Jensen whines, and Danneel laughs as she places the bacon on a paper towel. “I’m being sexually harassed.”
“Getting a girl to pick your battles for you?” Jared taunts, and Misha scoffs as he steals Jensen’s coffee and knocks back a greedy swallow.
“Weak, Jen,” Misha says, clicking his tongue and shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Weak.”
“C’mon, there has to be something you two could be doing other than bugging the shit out of me.” Jensen snatches his coffee mug back from Misha and glares at him. “We thought it’d be a good while before the two of you even came up for air.”
“Aw, come now, Jensen.” Jared grins at him, and then winks at Danny when she turns around to set a plate of pancakes and bacon down in front of Jensen. “We’re not animals. We’re perfectly capable of keeping our hands off of each other.”
“C’mere baby,” Misha says teasingly, and Jared prances over to crowd in behind Misha. He straddles the stool and fits in behind him, resting his shoulder on Misha’s chin and chuckling when Misha slips off the stool, feet falling to the floor. He just leans back against Jared’s sturdy chest and holds a piece of bacon over his shoulder, laughing when Jared takes it between his teeth.
Jensen makes a retching noise and Danny smacks the back of his hand with her spatula. “Ow,” Jensen whines, and Danny points the spatula menacingly at him. “Okay yeah, you two lovey dovey assholes just wait. I liked the honeymoon period too, and then it ended and I started waking up to this she-devil every morning.”
“Love you, darling.” Danny leans over the counter and Jensen smiles adoringly at her, leaning in for a kiss. Jared watches them fondly, cheek pressed against Misha’s bare shoulder. They’re such a happy couple, so at ease with each other and able to joke around. Jared’s always wondered what that’s like, to be that happy with another person.
And then Misha makes a happy little noise around a piece of bacon, and Jared presses his smile into the curve of his neck.
