FIC: Just This, Jensen/Misha, PG-13
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cloudy_ficTitle: Just This
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairings: Jensen/Misha
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,025
Story Number: This is Fic #2.
Disclaimer: These people do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: Real Person Slash and unapologetic fluff
Summary: Things go fast and then they slow down.
Author's Notes: This story was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
schmoop_bingo for the prompt, "making out."
Somehow, without Jensen really understanding how it happens, he's making out with Misha.
Not that Jensen is exactly opposed to the idea of kissing Misha. In fact, being slowly pressed ever further down against the couch by Misha as he is enthusiastically kissed by the mouth that's been distracting him all night long is pretty much Jensen's favorite thing right now.
It's just that he didn't intend for things to go this far.
In the middle of very nearly fighting about a political point Jensen's long since forgotten, Misha suddenly grins and says, "I can't believe how wrong you are."
Jensen begins to protest, but the words are muffled by Misha's lips. It doesn't stop him from continuing to talk into Misha's mouth for a few seconds. But then Misha shifts, pressing those slender graceful fingers Jensen so admired earlier in the day under his jaw and tilting his head to a better angle. He leans into Jensen, pushing him into half lying on his own couch and begins kissing him in earnest.
It's not so much the more intimate position or the way Misha deepens the kiss, the incredible sensation of Misha's tongue caressing his or feeling Misha's warm and surprisingly heavy body covering him that makes Jensen's mind blank and his blood surge strongly through his veins to pool in his groin.
It's the way Misha handles him.
He pushes and tugs Jensen, hooking his arms around Jensen's waist and hoisting him further up the couch, so they can stretch out comfortably. One hand slides over Jensen's hip and down under his thigh, so he can pull at Jensen's knee and insert himself between Jensen's legs. The other hand sneaks under Jensen's shirt and smoothes across his belly, up over his chest.
All of this happens without Misha pausing to break the kiss.
Jensen rather feels like a castle that's being stormed and he's not unhappy with the situation. It doesn't take him long to join the program, wrapping arms and legs firmly around Misha and matching his eagerness. He's mindless with it, with this feeling of heat and the taste of Misha's lips and the feel of soft skin under his hands.
That is, until Misha fingers skitter across his belly in an odd tickling motion. Jensen smiles into the kiss and thinks of those same fingers skipping along his autoharp earlier, drawing out music Jensen could have never imagined would come from such a simple instrument. He pulls Misha closer and remembers how awed he and his students felt.
His students.
Jensen jerks out of a kiss.
"This is a bad idea," he immediately splutters.
It's clear by the dazed confusion in Misha's eyes that he doesn't even process Jensen's words. He cocks his head and swallows.
"Ah...what?"
"This," Jensen says, nodding vaguely downwards. "Because...you know, work and um. You know if we..."
Misha pushes himself up on his hands so he can better see Jensen. Unfortunately, the motion forces their hips harder together and Jensen's mind flies away again. Protesting is stupid because they could be moving upstairs to his bedroom. They could be taking off clothes, which could only improve things. It's an amazing idea and Jensen opens his mouth to voice it when Misha frowns and says, "How can kissing hurt us at work? You aren't planning on jumping me in front of the kids, are you?"
"No, of course not," Jensen says, his thoughts coming back to some order with talk of his students. "But we don't really know each other and if we...well, I mean, and it didn't go well. Not that I think, I mean, I'm not expecting it to be bad..."
Amusement gathers at the corners of Misha's mouth.
"What kind of wanton woman do you take me for?"
"I...what?"
Heat flushes Jensen's cheeks as Misha's meaning snaps into place. Jensen's no prude, but he's never been one to jump into physical relationships. Something about Misha erodes his sense and control. He really shouldn't have even invited Misha back to his place. And now he's jumped from a simple kiss to the consequences of sleeping together.
"You don't want...?" he asks helplessly, embarrassment tightening along every nerve ending.
Misha snorts.
"You weren't stupid before," he says and then leans down to kiss Jensen's annoyed frown. "Of course I do, but if that were my only goal, I wouldn't have wasted all that time listening to you make invalid points about healthcare."
"Hey-"
His argument is kiss-interrupted yet again. Jensen will really have to work on learning how to avoid that.
"I know your type," Misha murmurs against his lips. "So worried about the end of the road that you don't look at your surroundings at all."
"Huh?"
Jensen tilts his head and sighs in appreciation when Misha understands his silent demand for kisses along his neck and jaw.
"Sometimes kissing is just kissing," Misha says, his voice vibrating pleasantly across Jensen's sensitized skin. "Don't you like kissing?"
"Uh huh," Jensen manages to grunt. Oh yes, he likes kissing very much. And he likes the way his twisted up insides relax at Misha's implication that this right here, this pleasant intimacy is all they have to do tonight.
"Besides," Misha says as he lifts his head to meet Jensen's eyes again. For the first time the entire night, some uncertainly appears in Misha's expression. It makes Jensen press his palm flat against Misha's cheek. "I was hoping we'd have time to work up to that."
Dating a fellow teacher is a very bad idea. If anything went wrong, it would be incredibly strained at work and Jensen thinks it might actually be technically against the rules.
But Misha looks shy. Misha, who charged into his life and home, whose confidence spills into his every word and action, that Misha is staring down at Jensen, leaning into Jensen's hand and biting his bottom lip.
How can he say no to that?
"Yeah," Jensen says softly. "Me too."
Misha's resulting grin lights in his blue eyes and he starts to say something, but Jensen decides it's Misha's turn to shut up.
Kissing is better than words anyway.
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Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairings: Jensen/Misha
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,025
Story Number: This is Fic #2.
Disclaimer: These people do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: Real Person Slash and unapologetic fluff
Summary: Things go fast and then they slow down.
Author's Notes: This story was written for
schmoop_bingo for the prompt, "making out."Somehow, without Jensen really understanding how it happens, he's making out with Misha.
Not that Jensen is exactly opposed to the idea of kissing Misha. In fact, being slowly pressed ever further down against the couch by Misha as he is enthusiastically kissed by the mouth that's been distracting him all night long is pretty much Jensen's favorite thing right now.
It's just that he didn't intend for things to go this far.
In the middle of very nearly fighting about a political point Jensen's long since forgotten, Misha suddenly grins and says, "I can't believe how wrong you are."
Jensen begins to protest, but the words are muffled by Misha's lips. It doesn't stop him from continuing to talk into Misha's mouth for a few seconds. But then Misha shifts, pressing those slender graceful fingers Jensen so admired earlier in the day under his jaw and tilting his head to a better angle. He leans into Jensen, pushing him into half lying on his own couch and begins kissing him in earnest.
It's not so much the more intimate position or the way Misha deepens the kiss, the incredible sensation of Misha's tongue caressing his or feeling Misha's warm and surprisingly heavy body covering him that makes Jensen's mind blank and his blood surge strongly through his veins to pool in his groin.
It's the way Misha handles him.
He pushes and tugs Jensen, hooking his arms around Jensen's waist and hoisting him further up the couch, so they can stretch out comfortably. One hand slides over Jensen's hip and down under his thigh, so he can pull at Jensen's knee and insert himself between Jensen's legs. The other hand sneaks under Jensen's shirt and smoothes across his belly, up over his chest.
All of this happens without Misha pausing to break the kiss.
Jensen rather feels like a castle that's being stormed and he's not unhappy with the situation. It doesn't take him long to join the program, wrapping arms and legs firmly around Misha and matching his eagerness. He's mindless with it, with this feeling of heat and the taste of Misha's lips and the feel of soft skin under his hands.
That is, until Misha fingers skitter across his belly in an odd tickling motion. Jensen smiles into the kiss and thinks of those same fingers skipping along his autoharp earlier, drawing out music Jensen could have never imagined would come from such a simple instrument. He pulls Misha closer and remembers how awed he and his students felt.
His students.
Jensen jerks out of a kiss.
"This is a bad idea," he immediately splutters.
It's clear by the dazed confusion in Misha's eyes that he doesn't even process Jensen's words. He cocks his head and swallows.
"Ah...what?"
"This," Jensen says, nodding vaguely downwards. "Because...you know, work and um. You know if we..."
Misha pushes himself up on his hands so he can better see Jensen. Unfortunately, the motion forces their hips harder together and Jensen's mind flies away again. Protesting is stupid because they could be moving upstairs to his bedroom. They could be taking off clothes, which could only improve things. It's an amazing idea and Jensen opens his mouth to voice it when Misha frowns and says, "How can kissing hurt us at work? You aren't planning on jumping me in front of the kids, are you?"
"No, of course not," Jensen says, his thoughts coming back to some order with talk of his students. "But we don't really know each other and if we...well, I mean, and it didn't go well. Not that I think, I mean, I'm not expecting it to be bad..."
Amusement gathers at the corners of Misha's mouth.
"What kind of wanton woman do you take me for?"
"I...what?"
Heat flushes Jensen's cheeks as Misha's meaning snaps into place. Jensen's no prude, but he's never been one to jump into physical relationships. Something about Misha erodes his sense and control. He really shouldn't have even invited Misha back to his place. And now he's jumped from a simple kiss to the consequences of sleeping together.
"You don't want...?" he asks helplessly, embarrassment tightening along every nerve ending.
Misha snorts.
"You weren't stupid before," he says and then leans down to kiss Jensen's annoyed frown. "Of course I do, but if that were my only goal, I wouldn't have wasted all that time listening to you make invalid points about healthcare."
"Hey-"
His argument is kiss-interrupted yet again. Jensen will really have to work on learning how to avoid that.
"I know your type," Misha murmurs against his lips. "So worried about the end of the road that you don't look at your surroundings at all."
"Huh?"
Jensen tilts his head and sighs in appreciation when Misha understands his silent demand for kisses along his neck and jaw.
"Sometimes kissing is just kissing," Misha says, his voice vibrating pleasantly across Jensen's sensitized skin. "Don't you like kissing?"
"Uh huh," Jensen manages to grunt. Oh yes, he likes kissing very much. And he likes the way his twisted up insides relax at Misha's implication that this right here, this pleasant intimacy is all they have to do tonight.
"Besides," Misha says as he lifts his head to meet Jensen's eyes again. For the first time the entire night, some uncertainly appears in Misha's expression. It makes Jensen press his palm flat against Misha's cheek. "I was hoping we'd have time to work up to that."
Dating a fellow teacher is a very bad idea. If anything went wrong, it would be incredibly strained at work and Jensen thinks it might actually be technically against the rules.
But Misha looks shy. Misha, who charged into his life and home, whose confidence spills into his every word and action, that Misha is staring down at Jensen, leaning into Jensen's hand and biting his bottom lip.
How can he say no to that?
"Yeah," Jensen says softly. "Me too."
Misha's resulting grin lights in his blue eyes and he starts to say something, but Jensen decides it's Misha's turn to shut up.
Kissing is better than words anyway.
Next Story
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