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A few hours later the loud buzz of his phone wakes Misha. Just a glimpse on the screen and he already knows who it is.

- Daniela – he half says, half asks into the speaker. – I promised we'd be there, don't worry, we're already up. I just wanted to call a taxi. Okay, I'll call you.

He drops the phone on the carpet beside the bed and turns back to Jensen. He's a little concerned about Jensen's reaction when he wakes up sober. That last night means a whole new world to Misha and he wants to believe that it does the same to the man in his arms.

He runs his fingers through Jensen's rumpled hair and kisses him softly on the neck below his ear. Jensen grunts and presses his back further into Misha's chest. Good, so he's remembering at least a bit and not freaked out. Yet.

- What time is it? – he groans, the pain is obvious in his voice.

- 6 a.m – replies Misha, nuzzling Jensen's neck, planting soft kisses on his hot skin.

- Jesus, we didn't sleep more than 3 hours. Do we have to wake up? – he whines.

No, if you wanna go all Jared – as soon as the words left he's mouth, Misha knows that it wasn't a smart one. He feels Jensen's body tense. – Sorry.

Jensen attempts to get out of the bed but Misha's arm sneaks around his waist and holds him tight.

- Misha, let me go – he orders.

- No.

- Misha, please…

- No, untill you say we're good.

- We're good.

- I don't believe you. You can do better than this.

- Misha, I swear, we're good, I'm not mad, Jared's a dick, you're right, but please, let me get up.

- Why? – Misha has a strange feeling in his gut, that Jensen changed his mind, and after the confessions and mind-losing blow-jobs, he doesn't want him in his life.

- I have to pee.

- Oh, sorry – Misha snorts and lets Jensen go, who immediately rushes to the bathroom.

Misha stays in the bed though he knows they should start dressing and call a taxi for real, as he promised to Daniela. Jensen steps out the small bathroom and the sight is worth everything. He's stark naked, and this is the first time Misha's able to admire his beautiful well-toned body. Despite of the light ginger-beard and crow's-feet around his eyes he still looks like a boy. With his freckles and bed-hair and half-hard cock between his legs… he is perfect.

He stops in the bathroom door and starts fidgeting uncomfortably. He avoids Misha's direction, rather stares out of the window into the morning light. They can see right onto the beach from the window.

- Is there anything you want to tell me? – asks Misha seriously, though he already knows the answer. This was a mistake. We'd better forget about all this and just stay friends. Tears are already burning his eyes but he refuses to let them fall. – If you wanna draw off just tell me. I'm a big boy, I can handle it.

- I don't wanna draw off, Misha – Jensen now turns his face towards his friend and looks him in the eye with his blurry ones. – The last night was the best night I've had for years. I feel like a hundred tons weight slipped off my shoulders. Today is the first day for a very long time when I can look at you without this ache in my heart. Without the squeez in my stomach. And it feels… wonderful.

Misha stands and walks slowly to Jensen, who bows his head and stares at his bare feet. Misha touches his jaw and lifts his head with his fingers, kisses him gently on his lips.

- What's the matter then?

- I don't know. Nothing and everything. It seems that I finally got what I wanted, but I can't have it fully. What do we gonna do? We stand out to the stage today, holding hands and say that we love each other? How could we do that?

- I never said we had to.

- Then what? We'll be hiding till the show ends. That could be years.

- I can wait for years – Misha cups Jensen's face and presses his forehead to his. – I could've waited you forever. I can wait a few more years, I don't care. I don't wanna lose you, so don't go into desperate on me alright?

- I don't wanna wait for years – Jensen's voice is hoarse, more than it usually is. Misha saw this Jensen before, the helpless, lost little boy behind the tough demeanor. It's really rair when Jensen shows this face of his, but it is definitely honest. He feels like his heart wants to explode. How is it possible to love someone like this?

- Then we won't – he smiles and plants his palm on the back of Jensen's neck, because he knows the touch calms him. – We'll figure it out. We have to talk to our managers. To Jim and Bob and we will ask for help to let it out into publicity. They are family and they want us to be happy. They will help. We'll figure it out. Together. As long as we have each other it will be alright.

Jensen seems to relax at Misha's word. He slowly slides his arms around Misha's waist and pulls him closer so they dicks are touching. Misha grows hard in a second when he feels Jensen's already swollen member, probably on the images from last night. He plants soft kisses on Jensen's lips until Jensen parts them and lets Misha in. Their tongues explore each other, fighting for dominance and the kiss becomes heated and erratic within seconds. Misha pulls away just enough to bend down a little and start kissing and sucking Jensen's neck. Jensen groans in pleasure and tilts his head back to give Misha a better access, while he slides his arms lower and grabs Misha's butt-cheeks. Misha starts pushing Jensen backwards until he's pressed up against a wall and pushes his hips forcefully to Jensen's. Jensen leans down a little and sucks one of Misha's nipples into his mouth, while rubs the other between his thumb and forefinger. Misha gasps at the strong sensation, grabs Jensen's hair with one fist, reaches down with the other and takes both of their cocks in one hand, slowly pumping them up and down. A low whine leaves Jensen's throat but he continues sucking on Misha's nipples.

- We should go – Misha's voice is unbelievably deep and husky full of need and lust. He never stops jerking them off and pulling on Jensen's hair a little harder.

- Yeah – Jensen only manages a groan as he lets Misha tilt his head back by his hair and attack his neck with his mouth and teeth.

Suddenly Misha turns Jensen and presses his chest to the wall. Air is squeezed out of Jensen's lungs but a second later Misha already pulls his hips away from the wall, so Jensen is half bended over, his ass is pushed out to Misha's rapture. Misha kicks his legs apart to spread them wider and lowers himself on his knees untill Jensen's tight little hole is in eye-level. He flips his tongue out and licks Jensen softly. He feels Jensen tense a little but he continues to smooth the rim with harder swipes until Jensen's tension turns into lustful trembling.

- Jesus, Mish – he pants – this… this is amazing. I never knew…

- There's a lot more you never knew darling – he says with a mischievous grin on his face.

Misha abrubtly stands up and leaves Jensen panting, palms against the wall.

- Wha… - Jensen doesn't have time to even begin the question, before Misha returns with a bottle of body lotion from the bathroom.

- This is your first time, right? I don't want to hurt your pretty little ass, so you wouldn't be able to sit down whole day.

Jensen lets out a shudering breath at Misha's words and try to relax as he feels a slicky finger circling his hole.

Misha presses his chest up to Jensen's back and slides one finger in. He feels Jensen's body tightening, so he stops his movement and give the other man time to adjust to the feeling.

- Shhh, it's okay – he nuzzles the back of Jensen's neck, planting small kisses to calm his lover – I will be gentle, and I won't hurt you. But if you feel like it's not good, let me know, okay?

Misha gets only silence as an answer.

- Jen, You hear me? – he asks louder, demanding a reply. – Tell me if it feels wrong.

- Yeah, okay – Jensen's voice is only a whisper.

- Okay – Misha's voice is soft again and he starts moving his finger in an out of Jensen's body.

When Misha feels Jensen's hole gets loose he adds another finger. Jensen gasps and lowers his head between his spread arms.

- Is it hurt? – Misha asks, looking at Jensen's face.

- Yes – Jensen blurts out but as soon as the word leaves his tongue he adds immediately – No! Not hurt just strange. But… good strange.

- And you don't know the half of it – Misha smiles and continues fucking Jensen with his fingers, scissoring, streching him out slowly.

This man is amazing. Misha can't get enough of him. HIs so tight, Misha could come from only the feeling Jensen's muscles tightening around his fingers, sucking them in greedily. He kisses and licks Jensen's neck, spine, earlobe and every inch of him Misha can reach. He already hears his breath quickens and sweat rolls down the beautiful muscles on his back. Misha hardly can resist to touch his own aching dick, but his not a horny teenager for christ's sake, he has much more self-control than this. Or maybe not. When Jensen starts rocking his hips back to meet Misha's movements and practicaly fucks himself on Misha's fingers while he lets out some beautiful whimpering noises of rapture – he loses it.

He bites down on Jensen's shoulder and presses his rock-hard dick to the lower half of Jensen's butt-cheeks. Jensen cries out at the sudden pain in his shoulders but it is just oil on fire. He turns his face to Misha and their lips collide in a heated, nasty, lustful kiss. Misha's free hand wanders to Jensen's dick, using the already dripping pre-cum as lubrication and starts pumping him softly and slowly. If Jensen works just a little as him, it will drive him insane.

And he was right.

- Fuck… geez… Misha, don't… I'm gonna… - all his ability to form a meaningful sentence is gone. – Misha, pleaseeee… Ah!

- Shhh – Misha cooes into his ears again – not so loud, it's very early. We don't want to wake the neighbours, right?

- Misha, please… - the words are only pleading sobs now – please, fuck me. I need…

Misha doesn't need a writen invitation. He abandons Jensen's cock, but not his ass. He wraps one arm around Jensen's chest, and with his fingers still in his hole, he pulls Jensen from the wall, and starts backing towards the bed. It doesn't take much time in the tiny room and when Misha bumps the back of his knees to the bed he pulls his fingers out of Jensen, and turns him around so they can stand face to face.

The sight is indescribable. Jensen is mesmerizingly beautiful. Heat flushes over his skin everywhere, his freckles stand out even more on his cheeks and nose, and his beautiful green eyes are dark and hazy from the lust. It's obvious that he's almost out of his mind with rapture. Misha admires Jensen's manly features, his beard which he always lets grow during the hiatus, and the crow-feets around his eyes, made by the hearty laughs so typical to him. He remembers the Jensen he first saw 6 years ago. He had beautiful face, eyes and kissable lips already back than too, but the lines of his face was still girlish. Now, who's standing in front of him is a fully masculine stud. Who's begging Misha to fuck him. And Misha is always keen on making a wish come true.

He gently pushes Jensen on the bed, his legs are spread wide, and Misha follows, getting on his hands and knees above Jensen, kissing him fiercely. Jensen hands are caressing his sides than slips his hand and palms on Misha's erection. Misha moans into his mouth and decides that he's waited enough. He's been waiting for this for 6 fucking years and doesn't want to wait a minute longer. He sits back on his heels and bents Jensen's legs by his knees and pushes them up to the panting man's chest. He guides his cock to Jensen's entrance and starts pushing in slowly.

Jensen's body tenses a little and he holds his breath until Misha bottoms out, his green eyes never leaves the other's blue ones.

- Misha, move… - Jensen's voice is so hoarse, almost like Dean's. – Please…

Misha doesn't hesitate any longer. His thrust are very slow and gentle in the beginning. Jensen is so tight he almost comes from just a few push, but after the constantly sliding in and out, Jensen starts loosening and Misha's thrust become more and more erratic. He pushes Jensen's knees firmly to his chest to have an even better acces and with Jensen's hips turn upward, the ankle is perfect. Once his hard, long dick finds Jensen's prostate and keep shoving it hard there is nothing to stop them.

Jensen cries out when he feels the first wave of pleasure that comes from out of the blue and what he never experienced before. His eyes turn crossed and he barely can think straight. Misha sees that Jensen is totally lost beneath him, and he did it to him. At the thought that he has a chance now to do it to him anytime, makes him more harder, the hot feeling is already growing in his stomach. He knows that Jensen doesn't need to much time, and if he gets into swing, maybe he can fuck this stud into unconsciousness.

Jensen has to turn his head into a pillow not to shout filthy things into the dawn stillness of the hotel. The slaps of Misha's hips on his ass are loud enough itself. Misha's thrusts become more and more hard and when he feels it coming, he gives Jensen's neglected cock a few strokes and with an 'Oh fuck' cry out he empties his loads into Jensen. Almost at the same time Jensen bites down hard on the pillow and with a muffled scream he comes on Misha's fingers and all over his own stomach.

Misha collapses on Jensen's body, into the whole mess, but none of them cares a little bit. Jensen puts his arms around Misha, squeezing him in a tight hug.

- I love you – slips out of his mouth, but he doesn't regret it at all. He kisses Misha's forehead and squeezes him even more.

Misha raises his head, pushing up to his elbow and fixes his eyes on Jensen's face.

- I love you, too. So much and for so long. You, getting drunk last night was the luckiest thing that happened to me for a long time.

He bowes his head to kiss Jensen on his dry lips, and runs his fingers through his damp hair.

They stay motionless in each other's embrace for a few minutes, when Misha sighs:

- I really don't wanna ruin the moment and the aftermath of our first mind-blowing sex, but if we don't start getting ready to go, we are so going to be fired.

Jensen lets out a huff of laugh and they both stand up and head to the bathroom to clean the evidence of their encounter. Misha is already tying his shoes, his cell-phone on his ears when Jensen steps out of the bathroom, in jeans and nothing more.

- Yeah, there's a little traffic jam at the edge of the city. Can we delay a little bit? I don't know, maybe we can start a little later, an hour maybe? I know that it wasn't a vice move, but now we can't make it undone, right? I promise we will be there, decent and kind and smiling as we always are. Just need one hour more. Thank you, Daniela! I own you! Thanks!

- Is she angry? – Jensen asks as he pulls his socks and slips into his t-shirt.

- Well, she isn't happy about it, or I'd say she's rather concerned than angry which I can totally understand. Let's show her and our fans that we never let them down, right?

Jensen pulls on his shoes, and steps in front of Misha, right into his personal place so their lips are only inches apart.

- Alright! – he smiles, and kisses Misha gently – Let's show our family that we love them. As much as we love each other.

Misha smiles and they step out into the bright sunlight.

THE END

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