Jensen woke up, bed empty beside him. He opened his eyes, trying to figure out where he was. Then the events of last night hit him. He shot up quickly, his ass on fire. He heard some rattling in the other room, so he got up off of the bed, realizing he was still naked, and put on his clothes from the day before, and opened the door.

Misha was in kitchen, cooking a bit of everything: bacon, sausage, eggs, pancakes, toast. When he noticed Jensen staring, he looked up and smiled.

'Hey! I thought you might be hungry, so I made a few of your favorite things!' Misha said, eyes sparkling with happiness.

'Uh, thanks, but I think I should go home. Danneel's probably worried sick.' Jensen said, stomach growling.

'Oh, ok,' Misha said, sadly. 'I just- I cooked all this food. Are you sure you can't stay for a bit longer?' Misha looked up at Jensen pleadingly.

Jensen looked into Misha's eyes. The absolute worst thing he could've done. How can anyone deny those beautiful blue eyes?

Jensen sighed, smiling. 'I guess she can wait a little bit longer.'

Misha smiled from ear to ear. 'Great! It's done, anyway. Help me set the table?'

Jensen grabbed the silverware and plates and set the table for the two of them while Misha carried out the platters of food. Once the table was set, the two men sat down and began serving themselves.

Once Jensen's plate was filled, he took a bite of some eggs. They were the best eggs he had ever eaten.

'Damn, Misha! I didn't know you cooked! These are great!' Jensen said, mouth full.

'I try. If you like these, you have to try my meatloaf. It surprises me sometimes!' Misha said, winking.

Jensen suddenly had a lump in his throat. He swallowed around it.

'Misha, about last night-' Jensen began apologetically.

'Yeah, I wanted to talk about that. As much as I enjoyed myself, you nev-' Misha was cutoff suddenly by Jensen's cell phone. He rummaged into his jeans pocket before pulling it out. It was Danneel.

'Sorry, I have to take this. Listen, thanks for breakfast. It was wonderful. And I'll see you on set today, ok?' Jensen said, taking another bite of sausage before hugging Misha and running out the door, leaving a disappointed Misha alone in his flat, with a huge amount of both food and dirty dishes. He sighed, got up and started cleaning up. He'll bring some leftovers for him.

Outside, Jensen picked up the stubbornly ringing phone.

'Hey, hun. Sorry for not coming home last night. I ended up at Misha's place.' Jensen said, specifically leaving out the events of last night.

'Oh, good. I just wanted to make sure you were ok. Will you be home tonight?' Danneel asked.

'Most likely. I need to shower and all that anyway.'

'Ok, I'll see you tonight. Love you!'

Jensen hesitated. Then he quickly said it back and hung up.

'What was that?! I hesitated? I love Danneel, and nothing will change that. But last night. That was different. Good, even. But my ass is gonna be sore for a while.' Jensen shifted his weight from leg to leg, and he was greeted with a burning pain.

He walked from the flat towards the parking lot painfully when he realized something: They took Misha's car last night. His was still back at set. He walked back, equally as painfully, to Misha's door and knocked. Misha opened, wearing only a towel around his hips, and Jensen heard water running in the back. Misha's chest looked amazing in the light. He looked at Jensen in confusion.

'Uhhh, hi, again.' Misha said

'Hey, so, my car is kinda still back on set. Do you mind giving me a ride?' Jensen asked, half expecting a no, as he just left him with all those dirty dishes, not even bothering to even help clean up.

Misha smiled, stepping back to let him in 'Oh, yeah! Sure. I just need to shower and we'll leave. Do you need to shower?'

'No, I'm good. Thanks, though.'

Misha smiled widely, and Jensen's heart started to beat faster. 'Jensen. You smell. Take a shower.' He walked to a closet and pulled a fluffy blue towel out of it and handed it to Jensen.

'Down the hall, second door on your left.' He said, padding towards the other bathroom. 'Oh, and just throw your clothes into the hamper in there. I'll wash them for you.' Misha shut the bathroom door behind him. Jensen walked down the hall to the second door and opened it. He walked in and turned on the light. It was a pretty big bathroom. It had glistening white tiles on the floor and halfway up the walls. The rest of the wall was painted a cream color. It also had a big stand up shower, to which Jensen walked to and turned on the water to hot. The shower instantly started spurting wonderful, perfectly warm water. Jensen undressed, wincing at the pain in his ass as he lifted his legs to take off the jeans, and tossed them into the hamper. He stepped into the shower and groaned.

'Was everything in his house awesome?' Jensen thought. He washed up slowly, enjoying the warm water for as long as possible. Long after his fingers got all pruney, he reluctantly shut off the water and stepped onto the carpet. He dried off his hair, then his body and, after realizing he had no clothes to wear, wrapped the towel around his hips and padded outside to look for Misha.

He found him on his laptop at the kitchen table. When Misha noticed he was there, he looked up and his face flushed, and he shifted in his seat.

'Hey, I didn't exactly bring a change of clothes with me.' Jensen said, smiling.

'Right, well, we can try to see if some of my clothes fit.' Misha said, trying hard not to look at Jensen's still glistening chest.

Jensen knew that, unless he wants to wear the same clothes again today, it was his best option. Jensen nodded, and Misha got up and walked to his room, motioning for Jensen to follow.

Once in the bedroom, Misha tossed Jensen a pair of boxers and socks. 'See if those fit. If not, I might have something bigger.'

Misha turned away from Jensen, already digging through the drawers. Jensen undid the towel and dropped it onto the floor beside him. He tugged them on and rearranged himself. They fit almost perfectly. He sat on the bed to do the socks. They were a bit tight, but not uncomfortable. He looked back at Misha, who was squatting down, rummaging through the drawers, his ass straining against his jeans. Jensen's cock twitched, and started hardening.

'Oh, shit! No, stop!' He thought to himself. But his dick managed rock hard status in seconds, and he had nothing to cover himself up with. And at that exact moment, Misha decided to turn around, jeans and a shirt in hand.

'Oh, good, they...' Misha trailed off, seeing the bulge. Jensen blushed and tried to form an apology when Misha approached him quickly. Jensen squeezed his eyes shut, half expecting a punch to the jaw. What he wasn't expecting was a warm hand to stroke him through the thin fabric. Jensen gasped, eyes shooting open as electricity shot through his body with every movement of Misha's hand.

Misha leaned into his ear, and whispered 'I can help you with that, if you want.'

His breath against Jensen's ear sent shivers up and down his body. Jensen wanted to say no, push him off and run into the bathroom to try to figure out what the fuck was happening, but instead he grabbed Misha's hand and thrust into it. Misha gasped and nipped at the base of his ear. It felt wonderful.

Misha tugged off the boxers and wrapped his fingers around the base of his dick. Jensen shuddered, knees becoming weak. He leaned back against the bed. He planned on sitting up, but Misha pushed against his chest, pushing him down.

Misha leaned down and licked a stripe along the shaft, Jensen bucking his hips involuntarily. Jensen's breath was coming out jagged and short, and he shuddered yet again, already close. Misha took him into his hot, welcoming mouth and started bobbing his head, hollowing out his cheeks to create suction. He wasn't going to last too much longer.

Jensen grabbed Misha's face to stop him. Misha allowed the member to fall from his lips, bouncing off of Jensen's abdomen. He looked up at Jensen questioningly.

'This time, you're getting fucked.' Jensen said, voice low and husky. Misha's eyes filled with lust, and leaned over to the bedside table to get the lube. He pressed the round bottle into Jensen's hand and started stripping. As soon as he was fully naked, Jensen grabbed and pulled him to the bed and practically threw him on it. Misha parted his legs to allow Jensen to crawl in between them.

He crawled up to Misha's ear, and whispered in it. 'I'm gonna make you scream.'

Misha smiled at that. He bucked his hips up at Jensen, feeling the two cocks rub against each other. Jensen gasped and growled into Misha's ear, sending waves of electricity through Misha's body. Jensen kissed his way down Misha's neck, paying attention to the sensitive hollow of his neck. He moved his way to Misha's nipples. He took one into his mouth, licking and biting until Misha was squirming underneath him. He moved to the other one, treating it the same. He didn't stop until a stream of 'Jensenineedit, pleasetakemenow' was pouring out of Misha's mouth. He moved down to just above the head of Misha's cock, and took a deep breath.

At that exact moment he realized something: He's never sucked dick before. He knew what felt good, so he was going to apply it to this situation. He took the member into his mouth, confidence growing as Misha moaned. Misha bucked his hips up into Jensen's mouth and it took everything Jensen had not to gag. He pinned Misha's hips down and continued sucking. He swirled his tongue around the head and was greeted with the salty taste of Misha's pre-come.

'I must be doing something right.' Jensen thought, going down on Misha's shaft as far as he could without choking. At this point, Misha was nothing but a puddle of lust and moans. He then came back up to Misha's ear, breathing heavily.

'Are you ready?'

Misha nodded quickly, turning over. Jensen coated his fingers with the lube and pushed a finger in. Misha's cried out and balled his fists into the blanket on the bed.

'No wonder Misha enjoyed himself so much last night; That was hot!' Jensen thought. 'Now, only if I can find t-'

As his finger grazed a different textured area, Misha screamed out and buried his head in his pillow. He mumbled something into the pillow. Jensen figured he might as well have a bit of fun. He grazed the area again and Misha cried out yet again.

'I'm sorry, what was that?' Jensen asked, smiling

'Fuck you.' Misha said breathlessly.

'Actually, fuck you' Jensen said, not putting much thought into what he said.

Misha craned his neck look at Jensen in the eye. Written all over his face was 'Really? Did you REALLY.' Jensen smiled widely.

'Of all the bedroom talk, THAT'S what you come up with?' Jensen thought, mentally kicking himself. 'I'll just make it up to him, that's all.'

Jensen winked at Misha, who went back to to his earlier position. He removed his fingers, earning a hiss and whimper from Misha. He poured the lube in his hand and started lubing himself up. He pushed the head of his cock to Misha's entrance and, with another push, he was in. He inched himself deeper and deeper until he felt Misha gasp and clench around him. Jensen moaned, but stopped until he felt Misha relax.

'You good?' Jensen asked tentatively. Misha nodded and he kept going until he was fully in. Then he pulled out about half way and slammed in again. Soon he found a god rhythm. But he promised Misha something. He angled himself differently until he found the prostate, yet again. Misha cried out his name and clenched up again, Jensen was dangerously close after that, but he was determined to make Misha come before him. He reached around and stroked Misha, earning a low moan. He found a fast rhythm in time with his thrusts.

Soon, Misha was screaming out Jensen's name and coming all over his bed. Misha clenched up around Jensen for the last time and Jensen, unsuccessfully biting it back, cried out and shot inside Misha. Spent, Jensen pulled out, and sat on the bed.

He was already having second thoughts. 'Is this cheating? I don't want to cheat on Danneel. But I also want Misha, more than anything. What do I do?'

Misha, as if sensing his thoughts, got up, wincing, and brought Jensen into a warm, slightly sticky, hug.

'It's ok, shh. We'll figure this out.' Misha said, Jensen's shoulder's shaking from his sobs that were racking through his body.

'I don't wanna cheat on Danneel, but you make me so happy and I don't wanna leave you. I just don't know what to do!' He buried his face in Misha's neck and sobbed. Misha held onto him until the sobs stopped and Jensen was just shuddering. Misha was soaked.

'Ok. I know you'll need time to figure things out. I'll tell you what: You're welcome to stay here until you do, or you can go home to Danneel. Whatever you choose, I'll support you.' Misha said, smiling, looking into Jensen's eyes. Jensen looked up from his neck, into his eyes. At this moment, he knew he was the one. Misha was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He kissed Misha, not a hungry kiss, but light and loving. They both closed their eyes and savored the moment. They parted and Jensen glaced at the clock on the bed side table. It was 11:30.

'Well, better late than never, huh?' Jensen said, getting up from the bed, brushing away his tears. He put on the clothes Misha gave him. He turned around 360 degrees.

"How do they look?' Jensen asked Misha.

'Really good. You know what? Keep them. It looks better on you, anyway.' Misha said, staring at Jensen's pecs through the shirt and how his ass barely fit in the jeans.

'Ok, thanks!' Jensen said, kissing Misha, yet again. He could never get over how he felt when they kissed. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.

Misha got up and dressed. After, they got into the car. Jensen decided that was a good time to check his phone. Jared called him about 50 times and left a few dozen voicemails. He called Jared back, apologizing profusely about being so late. Misha, noticing Jensen was actually nervous about the call, let one hand go off of the steering wheel and held Jensen's hand. All of Jensen's problems seemed to melt away.

After the call ended, Misha squeezed his hand. 'Are you ok?'

'Yeah, I'm fine, thanks to you. I don't know how you did that, but don't stop.' Jensen said, gesturing to the hand-holding.

Misha smiled. 'I guess it's a gift!' 'He brought Jensen's hand up to his lips and kissed it, sending shivers and goosebumps down his arm.

They rode the rest of the in pleasant silence.