Title: Subtle
Pairing: Jensen/Misha, mentions of Jensen/Danneel
Author:  misha-bawlins
Rating: PG-13
Genre: romance
A/N: it's all their fault. I mean. They brought this on themselves.


Like friends can’t fix each other’s collars.They are finally done with the panel and interviews, and although it’s still early, they are all a bit tired and decide to head back to the hotel. Jared climbs in the front seat, claiming there is never enough space in the back, so Jensen ends up on the back seat with Misha while Clif drives them home. It’s funny how after years of endless moving any place with a bed and your suitcase under it is considered “home”, be it one of your own apartments, your trailer or a hotel room.

Jared talks to Clif enthusiastically about something for a few minutes before drifting off, head against the window, snoring quietly. The car hits a bump on the road and Jared winces as his head hits the hard surface, but doesn’t wake up. Jensen smiles, taking off his own jacket, folding it and carefully placing between his friend’s head and the window. They are so used taking care of each other, it’s almost automatic. Jared buries his nose in the jacket’s collar, mumbling something incoherent, and goes quiet again.

He hears a laugh on his right and turns his attention to Misha, who is of course holding his iPhone, apparently scrolling through something really hilarious.

“Reading fan tweets again.” It’s not even a question, but Misha nods anyway. “Anything interesting”?

Misha finally raises his eyes to meet Jensen’s, smirking, and his eyes flash something… Like every time he knew something about you but wouldn’t tell. It’s somewhat unsettling. “Oh yes.”

“I’m guessing you’re not telling me.”

Misha turns his attention back to the phone, and in a few seconds Jensen’s own phone beeps. He takes it out, opens the new message.

“Not here.”

He throws a questioning glance on Misha, frowning at what this could possibly mean, but Misha ignores him, smiling at his phone again, so Jensen decides to drop it.

For now.

***

“So, what’s the deal with that “not here” thing?” Jensen asks after they managed to get a still half-asleep Jared into his bed and headed towards Misha’s room.

His friend smiles again, opening the door and letting Jensen through.

“Well, apparently the whole twitter is convinced we are madly in love and secretly married.”

Jensen chokes on his own breath as his heart plummets towards his stomach.

“What?”

“I know, right”, Misha laughs, but there’s that dangerous note of sarcasm in his voice. “Fans think you fixing my collar was absolute proof that you want me.”

“Jesus Christ. Like friends can’t fix each other’s collars.” They take care of each other, dammit. First just Jared and Jensen, now all three of them, as Misha became close to them too. Friends however probably don’t think how nice their friends’ skin beneath the shirt feels against their knuckles, but whatever.

“Well. Then there’s also this capture of you checking out my crotch while seductively licking your lips.” Misha’s poker face is actually amazing. Jensen reminds himself never to play poker with the guy.

He glances at the screen of Misha’s phone that he’s holding out. And here he thought he was being subtle. Damn. It’s just the way Misha kept glancing at him during the panel, constantly shifting in his seat, and Jensen was almost positive he saw a bulge in his co-star’s pants… Not that he meant to stare, for goodness’ sake, he was curious! And not like he was wondering if he was the cause…

“But I bet you do that for all your friends too. Just to check everything’s alright and working, you know.” Misha’s grinning again now, that bastard, practically crowding Jensen against the wall.

Oh, what the hell. Misha’s Misha, he’ll never let it go, might as well tell the truth.

“Dammit, fine, I do have a crush on you, cos you’re kinda awesome, okay? But I’m not planning on doing anything, you’re married, I’m married, I love my wife and I’m not going to risk my marriage for a stupid crush.”

He needs a drink. Jensen walks towards the bar and pours himself a glass of Jack, downing it at once and hearing footsteps behind him. When he turns around, Misha’s in his personal space again. He’s looking strangely calm, like Jensen’s confession (which took him a lot of courage to say, damn!) was nothing new to him. He tilts his head in a Castiel-like manner.

“That’s a pity. Because I’m not monogamous, you know. I believe it’s possible to be in love with more than one person. And I gotta say… You aren’t making it difficult at all.”

“Making what?”

“Falling for you, silly.” He doesn’t even flinch. He just stands there, mere inches away from Jensen, looking at him with those knowing eyes again, and licking his lips briefly while Jensen’s processing, his heart beating faster and faster as he realizes what Misha just said.

Oh what the hell, he finally thinks, stepping even closer and putting a hand on his friend’s cheek.

He’s married. He loves Danneel like he never loved another girl. But the thought doesn’t stop his head from spinning and his breath from hitching as soon as his friend’s lips touch his own.

Misha’s tongue brushes against his lower lip, and Jensen opens up, deepening the kiss. He wonders briefly if Misha’s really such an amazing kisser or it’s just the effect he has on Jensen. He wonders if he might be in love with Misha, if it’s more than just a crush. But then all coherent thoughts vanish into thin air as Misha’s warm hands slide across his back, pulling him closer.

Jensen puts his arms around his friend’s neck, sliding his fingers under the shirt collar that he fixed just a few hours ago, now messing it up instead, stroking the skin underneath. Misha shudders a little and practically purrs, smiling against Jensen’s lips as Jensen’s fingers keep stroking his neck lightly.

“Whoa.” Jensen raises his eyebrows at how Misha melts under the simple movement of his fingers. “I probably shouldn’t have touched you there in public.”

“At least now you know it’s not a slap on the ass that gets me going.”

Jensen gives him an amused look, suddenly feeling much less uncertain as he slaps Misha’s butt again, this time however to pull him even closer, hips to hips. Misha grins and looks at the ceiling, biting his lip, as if considering.

“Okay, well, maybe not just the ass slap.”

“Shut up already.” Jensen laughs quietly, leaning in for another kiss.

It’s fucking confusing and downright scary. He has no idea what he’s gonna do when this moment ends. What he will tell Danneel, if he tells her anything. He feels grateful for now she’s out with Gen and won’t come looking for him. He’ll figure it out later. For now it’s easy to lose himself in the soft kisses and warm hands beneath his shirt and the slow rocking of hips, because he thinks Misha might be right.

After all, who said your heart should only be big enough to fit one.

@темы: Mish-Mish, SPN RPS, Cockles is real, Супернатуралы, Фанфики, Jensen