воскресенье, 05 июля 2009
Накатано за 10 минут после 36часового недосыпа @_@ сорри за англ, я не умею писать на русском фики по фандому, где смотрела канон исключительно на англе =)))) Надо бы, наверно, выкладывать в ЖЖ, но фигня настолько сырая, что того не стоит, посему пусть валяется тут.
Name: I think I love you
Author: -Timey~Wimey~Kid-Fandom: SPN RPS
Pairing: Misha/Jensen
Genre: drabble... underdeveloped fluff lol.
Rating: PG-13?
Disclaimer: if either of them belonged to me, I'd find better ways of spending free time than writing fanfic.
читать дальше- Where's that all going, Mish? - Jensen asks, staring at the half-empty bottle of beer.
They're sitting on their favourite bench, hidden from the world by a couple of giant trees. It's been a few weeks since... well, they tend to avoid the term "dated". It's rather "shagging", only... Jensen has recently felt like it was quite a bit more than just that.
- What do you mean? - Misha asks, staring at him with those big blue eyes so that Jensen actually has to avert his gaze to keep this conversation going without snogging the guy right there and then and having mindless public sex in the grass.. okay, stop thinking about it. Just STOP.
- I mean, you're married, dude.
Misha snorts, and clearly tries to make a joke out of that:
- Oh come on. I'm sure she wouldn't mind a threesome.
Jensen closes his eyes. So this is it. For Misha, it's been just sex. Dammit. How could he now say now that he'd like to have the guy only for himself? Possibly, for the rest of his life?
He doesn't say anything, and just stares into the open space, but apparently, Misha can read him like an open book.
- Oh god, you're not...
Jensen's silent, only cletching the bottle so tight it's surprising it doesn't crack in his hand.
- Oh... Jen, I...
- Nevermind. Really. - Jensen says, trying to sound calm. - You're right, it's just sex.
- Too bad. - Misha bites his lip, looking down, and damn, this shouldn't look sexy but it does.
- Ugh... why? - Jensen notices himself asking involuntarily, trying to shift his look from Misha's bitten lip somewhere safer. AS IF there was a place on Misha he could look at without his heart skipping a beat.
- Cuz... - he looks into Jensen's eyes, and the guy feels hopeless, lost, with the words he's speaking slowly reaching his brain. - Cuz dunno, it's not like I just wanna fuck you. Although, I mean, I do, always. But I love going to sleep with my head on your chest, and I love watching you when you're still asleep in the morning, and I love slowly sucking you off and listening to the sounds you make as you wake up. And I love your eyes, and your damn sexy smile, and... - he ruffles his hair, averting his eyes now - fuck, Jen, I think I love you.
When Jensen's mind finally processes the words, he's speechless. He just grabs the guy by his shoulders and snogs him like he's catching breath after coming from underwater.
And it actually does feel like that.
@настроение:
crazy 
@темы:
Превед из Кащенки,
"Мой моск тупое желе",
Mish-Mish,
"Доктор, это лечится?",
"Карету мне, карету! С мигалкой!",
"Думать жопой - это диагноз",
Слэш,
Фанфики,
"Slasher is a sexual orientation",
ПараллелеПИПЕЦ
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05.07.2009 в 21:20вообще, тему Мишкиной занятости всегда в фиках замалчивают, а тут ей отведена роль пинка к признанию, класс же ))
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06.07.2009 в 00:59ага, меня тоже вчера только че-то осенило посреди ночи
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17.07.2009 в 12:30