After sitting in the makeup chair for four fucking hours he was ready to do the scene he's been dreading since he got the script. He tried telling himself it was just the fact of kissing another guy made him nervous. He was straight after all, wasn't he? He was a professional, as much as he goofed off on set, he was good at what he does.
Jensen was placed on the ground, on his side, bloody, while Misha was standing above him, an angel blade in hand. Jared, finally directing his first episode, yelled 'ACTION' and everything started to move in slow motion.
'Dean,' Misha said, as Castiel, 'I thought you were happy. I thought you wanted her to move in.' Sadness twinkled behind Cas's eyes(Was it Cas's? Jensen wasn't sure this time) as he moved closer to Jensen, squatting down near him.
'It wasn't her, Cas. I never really loved her. I...' Jensen, as Dean, paused.
'What?' Cas said.
'I wanted you to see how much I've loved you, so if I brought in a girl, maybe you'd notice.' Dean was uncharacteristically open at this point, tears streaming down his face.
'Oh Dean. Finally. I always thought you liked me, but you never said anyth-' Cas broke off abruptly, because Dean was supposed to smash his mouth against Cas's. But Jensen couldn't. He hesitated, and Jared yelled 'CUT!' And walked over to him.
'Misha, do you mind giving me a minute with Jensen?' Jared said gently.
Misha smiled at Jared and gave a half-smile to Jensen and shot him a look of confusion before walking to his seat and taking out his phone.
'Jensen, what the hell was that? I thought you were on board with this!' Jared said, confused more than anything.
'I am, I am. I just was distracted, that's all. I'm good.' He tried to smile through the blood and makeup caking his face.
Jared, uncertain, gave Jensen a small nod, and went back to his directing seat.
'OK, PLACES EVERYONE!'
Everyone, including Misha, scurried into position.
'AAAAAND, ACTION!'
When it was Dean's time, Jensen thought 'Fuck it, it can't be so bad' and smashed his mouth on Misha's. It was far from bad. He moaned into the kiss, and it went straight to his groin. The kiss lasted far longer than it should have, and when they broke apart, breathless, Jensen looked up at a bewildered Jared and crew. He glanced back at Misha, who started to realize what happened. His eyes widened and he let go of Jensen, tried to form a sentence, failed, and walked quickly to his trailer.
'I- I um, I need a second.' Jensen said, blushing. He walked quickly to his trailer, closed the door, and sat on his couch.
'What the everliving fuck was that, Jensen? You moaned. MOANED.' He thought hotly.
'I've never moaned into a kiss before. That was an experience.' He shook off the thought. He still moaned, and it was wrong and unprofessional.
'Misha and I are friends. Nothing more. Though those blue eyes could turn anyone gay-' He felt his pants get extremely tight thinking about the vast expanse of his eyes, how they seem to suck the color right out of the sky and into his face. His dick was almost unbearably hard.
'Ugh, what's wrong with me? Getting hard, not only from a friend, but a guy? I must be a new level of sick.' Jensen thought disgustedly. Still, his dick was stubborn, so he decided it would calm his nerves if he squeezed one out before the next take. He walked into his bathroom, slid his pants and boxers down and let his dick free. He gripped the base, electricity shooting through his body, and started stroking. He tried to push away the thoughts of his kiss with Misha, but to no avail. He just let them through. He came screaming Misha's name.
After he came down from the high, he sat on the toilet.
'Misha's face just gave me the best orgasm to date.' He frowned. 'I guess I'm gay?'
But then he thought about Jared. 'He's a good looking guy, with the rippley muscles and the scruff. But I've never had this feeling towards him.' He laughed, thinking how ridiculous he was being. He cleaned up the already drying cum from himself and his shower and pulled up his pants. He was already feeling better and ready to take on the scene.