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FIC: Cloudy Day, Jensen/Misha, PG-13
Title: Cloudy Day
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairings: Jensen/Misha
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 842
Story Number: This is Fic #4.
Disclaimer: These people do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: Real Person Slash and unapologetic fluff, mentions of drug use
Summary: Jensen and Misha investigate clouds at recess.
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, "cloud watching."
Jensen is keeping a very close eye on the group of students gathered in a gang by the monkey bars when Misha appears at his side.
"What are you doing here?" he asks in surprise.
Misha usually teaches a sixth grade class while Jensen supervises recess. And Jensen knows this because he apparently memorized Misha's schedule in the month since they started dating. With his eyes also glued on the potential mob scene, Misha answers with that lilting inflection in his tone that Jensen now recognizes means that Misha's been silently amusing himself.
"The sixth graders are learning how to say no to drugs," he says. "Which is commendable, but I know these kids. I'm certain we're harboring a couple of future members of the Cannabis Society in our midst."
Jensen snorts.
"Let me guess, you were 'open to experimentation' in college," he says as he scans the nearby area to make sure no little ears are within hearing range.
"I think it's important to keep an open mind," Misha says with apparent sincerity. He shoots Jensen a sidelong glance and smiles so fondly that Jensen blushes without knowing why. "But not you. You were a very good boy in college, weren't you?"
"In this matter, yes," Jensen admits. "But mostly because the smell of pot gives me a terrible stomachache. There was alcohol though." He pauses and then adds, "There was Jared and a lot of alcohol."
Misha laughs, but it's slightly strained. Jensen elects to ignore it for now. Sooner or later, they're going to have to have the 'what Jared means to me' talk, but Jensen refuses to have it before the 'what Misha means to me' discussion. Actually, Jensen's rather proud of Misha. Most of his former boyfriends had already thrown shit fits over his friendship with Jared by now.
A silence that's mostly comfortable grows between them as they watch the cluster of students around the monkey bars finally disperse into more natural playing patterns. Hopefully they hadn't all been attending a meeting to discuss mutiny or share illicit materials like those damn stupid animal shaped rubber bands the school had to finally outlaw when a third grader got shot in the eye with one. Jensen can do the discipline part of his job, but he never enjoys it.
"That cloud looks like a beaver," Misha suddenly says.
"Huh?"
Misha draws up behind Jensen, close enough for Jensen to feel his body heat if not his actual body and points at the sky over the swing sets. They can't, for so many reasons, but all Jensen wants in that moment is for Misha to complete the step forward and press himself full against Jensen's back. The aching desire for it is so strong that Jensen misses the first part of what Misha says.
"....but I think that's definitely a beaver tail though," he says.
Focus, Jensen scolds himself. He'd promised himself that he'd only date Misha if his attraction didn't overwhelm him while at work. The relationship is already too important to Jensen for him to let this unexpected intimacy break his rules.
"I see a possum," he says, even though it's not strictly true. But it makes Misha pull away so he can look into Jensen's face and that's what Jensen had hoped would happen.
"A possum? Surely, you jest."
Jensen peers at it again.
"Okay, you're right. I don't see a possum. I see...Martin Luther posting his 95 Theses at the church in Wittenburg."
The surprised bark of laughter Misha releases is worth the near lapse in Jensen's concentration. There are so many things that Jensen likes about Misha, but making him laugh is near the very top of the list.
"It's so clear now," Misha says, his mirth turning his eyes an even brighter shade of blue. "How could I have missed that?"
"You fried your brain in college," Jensen offers.
Misha just winks at that, which sends a silly thrill through Jensen's chest. Another thing he likes so well about Misha is how even the slightest motion can squeeze Jensen's heart in his chest and make him feel a bit giddy.
Their pleasant silence returns. Both with upturned faces, they consider the large fluffy clouds passing lazily overhead, throwing shadows over the students running and shouting on the playground. Jensen feels himself begin to zone out. It's the other side of the coin. Being with Misha can relax Jensen as much as it excites him. His mind starts to wander just as Misha turns to him again and speaks.
"I'm available for further cloud-watching later," he says. "Or star-gazing, as the case may be."
Jensen immediately imagines them lying on a blanket next to the lake out at the park. That fierce longing he felt earlier returns with astonishing strength and Jensen can only nod wordlessly. Without moving his body an inch, Misha surreptitiously reaches over the four inches to Jensen's hand and squeezes it gently.
And it's yet another thing Jensen loves so well about Misha.
Sometimes words aren't necessary at all.
Next Story
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairings: Jensen/Misha
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 842
Story Number: This is Fic #4.
Disclaimer: These people do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: Real Person Slash and unapologetic fluff, mentions of drug use
Summary: Jensen and Misha investigate clouds at recess.
Author's Notes: This story was written for
schmoop_bingo for the prompt, "cloud watching."Jensen is keeping a very close eye on the group of students gathered in a gang by the monkey bars when Misha appears at his side.
"What are you doing here?" he asks in surprise.
Misha usually teaches a sixth grade class while Jensen supervises recess. And Jensen knows this because he apparently memorized Misha's schedule in the month since they started dating. With his eyes also glued on the potential mob scene, Misha answers with that lilting inflection in his tone that Jensen now recognizes means that Misha's been silently amusing himself.
"The sixth graders are learning how to say no to drugs," he says. "Which is commendable, but I know these kids. I'm certain we're harboring a couple of future members of the Cannabis Society in our midst."
Jensen snorts.
"Let me guess, you were 'open to experimentation' in college," he says as he scans the nearby area to make sure no little ears are within hearing range.
"I think it's important to keep an open mind," Misha says with apparent sincerity. He shoots Jensen a sidelong glance and smiles so fondly that Jensen blushes without knowing why. "But not you. You were a very good boy in college, weren't you?"
"In this matter, yes," Jensen admits. "But mostly because the smell of pot gives me a terrible stomachache. There was alcohol though." He pauses and then adds, "There was Jared and a lot of alcohol."
Misha laughs, but it's slightly strained. Jensen elects to ignore it for now. Sooner or later, they're going to have to have the 'what Jared means to me' talk, but Jensen refuses to have it before the 'what Misha means to me' discussion. Actually, Jensen's rather proud of Misha. Most of his former boyfriends had already thrown shit fits over his friendship with Jared by now.
A silence that's mostly comfortable grows between them as they watch the cluster of students around the monkey bars finally disperse into more natural playing patterns. Hopefully they hadn't all been attending a meeting to discuss mutiny or share illicit materials like those damn stupid animal shaped rubber bands the school had to finally outlaw when a third grader got shot in the eye with one. Jensen can do the discipline part of his job, but he never enjoys it.
"That cloud looks like a beaver," Misha suddenly says.
"Huh?"
Misha draws up behind Jensen, close enough for Jensen to feel his body heat if not his actual body and points at the sky over the swing sets. They can't, for so many reasons, but all Jensen wants in that moment is for Misha to complete the step forward and press himself full against Jensen's back. The aching desire for it is so strong that Jensen misses the first part of what Misha says.
"....but I think that's definitely a beaver tail though," he says.
Focus, Jensen scolds himself. He'd promised himself that he'd only date Misha if his attraction didn't overwhelm him while at work. The relationship is already too important to Jensen for him to let this unexpected intimacy break his rules.
"I see a possum," he says, even though it's not strictly true. But it makes Misha pull away so he can look into Jensen's face and that's what Jensen had hoped would happen.
"A possum? Surely, you jest."
Jensen peers at it again.
"Okay, you're right. I don't see a possum. I see...Martin Luther posting his 95 Theses at the church in Wittenburg."
The surprised bark of laughter Misha releases is worth the near lapse in Jensen's concentration. There are so many things that Jensen likes about Misha, but making him laugh is near the very top of the list.
"It's so clear now," Misha says, his mirth turning his eyes an even brighter shade of blue. "How could I have missed that?"
"You fried your brain in college," Jensen offers.
Misha just winks at that, which sends a silly thrill through Jensen's chest. Another thing he likes so well about Misha is how even the slightest motion can squeeze Jensen's heart in his chest and make him feel a bit giddy.
Their pleasant silence returns. Both with upturned faces, they consider the large fluffy clouds passing lazily overhead, throwing shadows over the students running and shouting on the playground. Jensen feels himself begin to zone out. It's the other side of the coin. Being with Misha can relax Jensen as much as it excites him. His mind starts to wander just as Misha turns to him again and speaks.
"I'm available for further cloud-watching later," he says. "Or star-gazing, as the case may be."
Jensen immediately imagines them lying on a blanket next to the lake out at the park. That fierce longing he felt earlier returns with astonishing strength and Jensen can only nod wordlessly. Without moving his body an inch, Misha surreptitiously reaches over the four inches to Jensen's hand and squeezes it gently.
And it's yet another thing Jensen loves so well about Misha.
Sometimes words aren't necessary at all.
Next Story
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I love this line~
But then again, I love everything about this~ Oh the teasing and the fluff, love it! x3
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Please tell me there are 195 more bingo prompts!?!?!
I love Teacher J/M and am now completely hooked!
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Jared already knows wtf's going on...I want to hear the actual meeting of boy and best friend. Preeeeeeety sure Misha's going to tease the giant about the exclusivity of Jen and Jared relationship!
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smitten!jensen is so so cute. And I love the things that Jensen loves about Misha.