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annundrielJust Want Your Kiss
Jensen/Misha
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1200
After being kissed by Jensen on the carpet outside, Misha finds himself cornered at the party.
This fic is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spacefragments and aldehyde. Sadly, this is not as heavy on the kissing as it could be. I hope you ladies like it anyway. <3
Massive thanks toqthelights for lending me her beta skills.
Inspired by the ear-kissing. What ear-kissing? you may ask. Why this ear-kissing here:
Jensen finds him later at the party, leaning against a wall, half in shadow. It’s not that Misha’s being antisocial; he’s just people-watching, taking in the noise of conversation and laughter, the antics of people in high spirits where an open bar is involved.
He blames all of this for the way Jensen is able to sneak up on him, surprising him with a huff of warm breath against his bare neck, a proprietary arm slipping between the small of Misha’s back and the wall.
“Hey,” Jensen says, close enough that his lips brush Misha’s ear. They’re soft and a little wet, and a shiver works its way down Misha’s spine, raising goose bumps along his skin.
Misha knows what he likes, and he knows that he likes Jensen, but Jensen does things to him he never expected. Surprises him in ways he didn’t think possible.
Like pressing up between Misha and Jim on the carpet, pulling them both close, dropping friendly kisses against them. Well. A friendly kiss for Jim, a kiss of affection, of hey, buddy, it’s great to see you. But Misha’s…
Misha’s is a reminder, a placeholder. A kiss that says missed you this morning and won’t miss you tonight. A kiss they’ll both make good on.
Jensen’s lips brush his ear again, fingers slipping beneath the hems of Misha’s shirts to glide against his hip, tease at the top of his jeans. There’s a bottle of beer in Jensen’s other hand, and Jensen says, voice low, “Here, take this.”
“Jensen,” Misha starts, voice wary; he takes the bottle anyway, both hands occupied with their drinks.
“Come on,” Jensen says, crowding him along the wall. There’s a corner nearby, curtains draped from the ceiling providing a small bit of privacy for anyone that wants it.
Jensen apparently wants it. He presses against Misha, warm all along his back, hands on Misha’s hips guiding him.
Misha doesn’t mind being manhandled, especially by Jensen. He does, however, like to know what’s going on. “What are you doing?”
Their backs to the room, hidden by loose folds of fabric, Jensen’s mouth dips down to the spot just below Misha’s ear, sucks a soft kiss there before he slides downward to nip at the curve of Misha’s neck. “You’re a smart guy, Misha,” he says, hands firm on Misha’s hips, pulling Misha back into him. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
Misha feels Jensen half-hard against his ass, realizes he is too; realizes he has been since Jensen found him, since Jensen’s lips touched his ear for the second time in only a few hours. He goes with it because, yes, he is a smart guy and, fuck, he wants it.
“It’s good you recognize my superior intelligence,” Misha says, pushing back against Jensen.
Jensen chuckles, and Misha feels it reverberating in his chest. “I never said superior.”
“Ah,” Misha says, “one of these days you’re going to accept—”
One of Jensen’s hands is suddenly on his dick, fingers wrapping around him as much as possible with denim in the way, and whatever Misha was going to say is lost in the far corners of his mind.
“Misha. There are so many better things you could be doing with your mouth right now.”
Who is Misha to argue with that?
He turns his face toward Jensen, their cheeks rubbing, tips his head and finds Jensen’s mouth with his own. It’s awkward—boy, is it awkward—but it’s also Jensen’s mouth against his own, Jensen’s lips sliding open to him, the tip of Jensen’s tongue playing against his, and Misha doesn’t care how awkward it is because, yes, he’ll take it.
Jensen’s teeth are hard against his lips as Jensen squeezes him through his jeans, rubs the ball of his hand against Misha’s cock until Misha can’t help but thrust into it. He shifts his hips forward, then back, and Jensen groans, mouth sliding away so he can press his forehead into the curve of Misha’s neck, his breath hot and damp against Misha’s skin.
“Fuck, Misha. I keep thinking about this,” Jensen breathes. “I keep seeing you across the room, laughing and joking.” Jensen’s teeth scrap against his stubble. “Smiling at everyone, and all I want to do is wrap my arm around you, get you alone.”
Misha drops his head back on Jensen’s shoulder, gives him better access to his neck. “Well, you’ve got me.”
It’s true; Jensen does. They both know it. And Misha? Misha’s okay with being had, especially if it means he gets Jensen plastered to his back, handsy and horny, mouth slick against Misha’s skin, cock hard against Misha’s ass.
“I do now,” Jensen says, and then he’s grinding forward, palms greedy, hips and mouth insistent, and Misha wishes—god does he wish—that his hands were free, that they were any place other than here, half-obscured in a corner at a party. He wishes that they were back at their hotel, in his room or Jensen’s, wishes he could fast-forward to later, when they’ll have the time and the privacy to do this naked, to do this right.
For now, though, for now…
Misha squirms caught between Jensen’s hands and Jensen’s hips, clutches the bottles of beer in his hands and tries not to make any noise though he isn’t too worried anyone will catch them. It’s a big enough party, and no one is looking at them, not hidden away like they are; no one is looking for them. They’ll get to have this moment.
They’ll get to have another, more, as many as they want, later.
The hand that Jensen’s kept on his hip moves, joins his other on Misha’s cock, dips down between his legs to press against his balls, and Misha groans, feels Jensen’s mouth vibrate against his neck as Jensen answers with one of his own, Jensen’s hands squeeze and stroke him, drag him to the edge and then push him over, leaving Misha gasping, leaning into Jensen as he comes, eyes squeezed shut, fingers hard around glass.
“Misha.” Jensen breath is hot and fast against his ear, lips brushing his earlobe, tongue flickering out against it as Jensen’s hips move behind him, rubbing his cock against him. “Fuck, Misha, yes,” he says, pressing forward hard, hips stilling, and Misha knows he’s coming by the sound Jensen makes deep in his throat.
They lean against each other, hold each other up as their breathing slows, as the sweat gathered at their temples cools.
Ignoring Jensen’s protests, Misha shuffles away, pulling out of the hold Jensen’s got on him to turn around. Jensen is watching him, hands empty and loose at his sides; his eyes are dark and his cheeks are flushed and his mouth is so fucking tempting, lips pink and parted.
There are things Misha would like to do with that mouth.
Misha tips his head back and downs the rest of his beer—at least he thinks it’s his beer; it might be Jensen’s—before grinning, stepping back into Jensen’s space.
“Come on, handsome,” Misha says, brushing Jensen’s bare forearm forearm with the back of his hand. “I think it’s time we took this party elsewhere.”
Jensen/Misha
R
1200
After being kissed by Jensen on the carpet outside, Misha finds himself cornered at the party.
This fic is for
spacefragments and aldehyde. Sadly, this is not as heavy on the kissing as it could be. I hope you ladies like it anyway. <3Massive thanks to
qthelights for lending me her beta skills.Inspired by the ear-kissing. What ear-kissing? you may ask. Why this ear-kissing here:
Jensen finds him later at the party, leaning against a wall, half in shadow. It’s not that Misha’s being antisocial; he’s just people-watching, taking in the noise of conversation and laughter, the antics of people in high spirits where an open bar is involved.
He blames all of this for the way Jensen is able to sneak up on him, surprising him with a huff of warm breath against his bare neck, a proprietary arm slipping between the small of Misha’s back and the wall.
“Hey,” Jensen says, close enough that his lips brush Misha’s ear. They’re soft and a little wet, and a shiver works its way down Misha’s spine, raising goose bumps along his skin.
Misha knows what he likes, and he knows that he likes Jensen, but Jensen does things to him he never expected. Surprises him in ways he didn’t think possible.
Like pressing up between Misha and Jim on the carpet, pulling them both close, dropping friendly kisses against them. Well. A friendly kiss for Jim, a kiss of affection, of hey, buddy, it’s great to see you. But Misha’s…
Misha’s is a reminder, a placeholder. A kiss that says missed you this morning and won’t miss you tonight. A kiss they’ll both make good on.
Jensen’s lips brush his ear again, fingers slipping beneath the hems of Misha’s shirts to glide against his hip, tease at the top of his jeans. There’s a bottle of beer in Jensen’s other hand, and Jensen says, voice low, “Here, take this.”
“Jensen,” Misha starts, voice wary; he takes the bottle anyway, both hands occupied with their drinks.
“Come on,” Jensen says, crowding him along the wall. There’s a corner nearby, curtains draped from the ceiling providing a small bit of privacy for anyone that wants it.
Jensen apparently wants it. He presses against Misha, warm all along his back, hands on Misha’s hips guiding him.
Misha doesn’t mind being manhandled, especially by Jensen. He does, however, like to know what’s going on. “What are you doing?”
Their backs to the room, hidden by loose folds of fabric, Jensen’s mouth dips down to the spot just below Misha’s ear, sucks a soft kiss there before he slides downward to nip at the curve of Misha’s neck. “You’re a smart guy, Misha,” he says, hands firm on Misha’s hips, pulling Misha back into him. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
Misha feels Jensen half-hard against his ass, realizes he is too; realizes he has been since Jensen found him, since Jensen’s lips touched his ear for the second time in only a few hours. He goes with it because, yes, he is a smart guy and, fuck, he wants it.
“It’s good you recognize my superior intelligence,” Misha says, pushing back against Jensen.
Jensen chuckles, and Misha feels it reverberating in his chest. “I never said superior.”
“Ah,” Misha says, “one of these days you’re going to accept—”
One of Jensen’s hands is suddenly on his dick, fingers wrapping around him as much as possible with denim in the way, and whatever Misha was going to say is lost in the far corners of his mind.
“Misha. There are so many better things you could be doing with your mouth right now.”
Who is Misha to argue with that?
He turns his face toward Jensen, their cheeks rubbing, tips his head and finds Jensen’s mouth with his own. It’s awkward—boy, is it awkward—but it’s also Jensen’s mouth against his own, Jensen’s lips sliding open to him, the tip of Jensen’s tongue playing against his, and Misha doesn’t care how awkward it is because, yes, he’ll take it.
Jensen’s teeth are hard against his lips as Jensen squeezes him through his jeans, rubs the ball of his hand against Misha’s cock until Misha can’t help but thrust into it. He shifts his hips forward, then back, and Jensen groans, mouth sliding away so he can press his forehead into the curve of Misha’s neck, his breath hot and damp against Misha’s skin.
“Fuck, Misha. I keep thinking about this,” Jensen breathes. “I keep seeing you across the room, laughing and joking.” Jensen’s teeth scrap against his stubble. “Smiling at everyone, and all I want to do is wrap my arm around you, get you alone.”
Misha drops his head back on Jensen’s shoulder, gives him better access to his neck. “Well, you’ve got me.”
It’s true; Jensen does. They both know it. And Misha? Misha’s okay with being had, especially if it means he gets Jensen plastered to his back, handsy and horny, mouth slick against Misha’s skin, cock hard against Misha’s ass.
“I do now,” Jensen says, and then he’s grinding forward, palms greedy, hips and mouth insistent, and Misha wishes—god does he wish—that his hands were free, that they were any place other than here, half-obscured in a corner at a party. He wishes that they were back at their hotel, in his room or Jensen’s, wishes he could fast-forward to later, when they’ll have the time and the privacy to do this naked, to do this right.
For now, though, for now…
Misha squirms caught between Jensen’s hands and Jensen’s hips, clutches the bottles of beer in his hands and tries not to make any noise though he isn’t too worried anyone will catch them. It’s a big enough party, and no one is looking at them, not hidden away like they are; no one is looking for them. They’ll get to have this moment.
They’ll get to have another, more, as many as they want, later.
The hand that Jensen’s kept on his hip moves, joins his other on Misha’s cock, dips down between his legs to press against his balls, and Misha groans, feels Jensen’s mouth vibrate against his neck as Jensen answers with one of his own, Jensen’s hands squeeze and stroke him, drag him to the edge and then push him over, leaving Misha gasping, leaning into Jensen as he comes, eyes squeezed shut, fingers hard around glass.
“Misha.” Jensen breath is hot and fast against his ear, lips brushing his earlobe, tongue flickering out against it as Jensen’s hips move behind him, rubbing his cock against him. “Fuck, Misha, yes,” he says, pressing forward hard, hips stilling, and Misha knows he’s coming by the sound Jensen makes deep in his throat.
They lean against each other, hold each other up as their breathing slows, as the sweat gathered at their temples cools.
Ignoring Jensen’s protests, Misha shuffles away, pulling out of the hold Jensen’s got on him to turn around. Jensen is watching him, hands empty and loose at his sides; his eyes are dark and his cheeks are flushed and his mouth is so fucking tempting, lips pink and parted.
There are things Misha would like to do with that mouth.
Misha tips his head back and downs the rest of his beer—at least he thinks it’s his beer; it might be Jensen’s—before grinning, stepping back into Jensen’s space.
“Come on, handsome,” Misha says, brushing Jensen’s bare forearm forearm with the back of his hand. “I think it’s time we took this party elsewhere.”
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Date: 2010-08-01 07:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-01 09:34 am (UTC)(are they gonna take the party elsewhere? I think they shoooould *wink*)
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Date: 2010-08-01 10:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-01 11:00 am (UTC)UNF.
As you know, bb, I LOVE THIS.
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Date: 2010-08-01 11:34 am (UTC)I didn't know that kiss! Whee!
Dude, Jensen's actually pretty hot like that. Hm.
I'm saying that because sometimes, when he dresses himself himself (if that phrase makes any sense) he kid of looks.... I dunno, ridiculous?
But since it's always when he's out with Danneel, I'm thinking it's either he lets her pick his clothes and he looks fashon-vitcim-y gay because of that, OR he does it himself just to show how much better he looks when he's next to Jay Jay... ^^
Anyway... It's the haircut.
I was so waiting for you to write something new. Just today i was like... 'You know, that journal hasn't been updated in a while, you might expect something soon. Mhm... *waggles eyebrows*'
And then BOOM! Awesome.
Again, hot and sexy. Made me think of something so I've got that piece about them coming out to Jared -by getting caught. (Awkward!)
I think, for all that good work you're doing, I'm gonna give some of the 'motivation credit' to you for my Dean/Cas big bang. I finally found a good story (I think). I'm being a bitch to Dean though. Poor dude's miserable. ^^
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Date: 2010-08-01 12:06 pm (UTC)BRB WATCHING IT A LOT.
Jeez, what was I saying? I can't remember.
Sadly, this is not as heavy on the kissing as it could be.
You know, I'm really okay with that.
There are things Misha would like to do with that mouth.
Ain't that the truth. :3
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Date: 2010-08-01 12:25 pm (UTC)OMG, I love those guys. >;)
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Date: 2010-08-01 02:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-01 03:28 pm (UTC)I love MC being all flustered with bottles in his hands and not being able to do anything except be had by JA. Nnngggh. Very hot.
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Date: 2010-08-01 03:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-01 06:06 pm (UTC)And that gif is mesmerizing... O_O
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Date: 2010-08-01 07:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-01 08:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-01 09:20 pm (UTC)BUT I'M SO GLAD I DID! OMG BOYS! KISSING AND THE RUBBING AND NNNNGH
(You're awesome)
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Date: 2010-08-01 09:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-02 12:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-02 04:08 am (UTC)LOVE this fic
“Well, you’ve got me."
Amazing.
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Date: 2010-08-02 04:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-02 10:36 am (UTC)I love the fic, it is hot and wonderful!
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Date: 2010-08-02 02:15 pm (UTC)This was great. I am so looking forward to all the fic that's going to come out of that moment.
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Date: 2010-08-02 03:51 pm (UTC)thank you Jensen for kissing Misha in public btw!! :D
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Date: 2010-08-02 04:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-02 06:27 pm (UTC)So much UNFFFFFFFFFFFFF it's kind of ridiculous.
Loved it. LOVED IT. But there's not enough and I demand that you give us more. I am not above groveling. ;)
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Date: 2010-08-02 11:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-03 12:39 am (UTC)This was HOT. So effing HOT! Have I mentioned that I love your fics? Your porn is a work of art.