Dean smiled against Sam's lips, eyes still shut as he hummed sleepily. Sam chuckled as he slid down Dean's body, licking at the hollow of his neck.
"I like post-sex sleep as much as the next guy, but... shower first?" He asked, turning to Misha.
Misha blinked his eyes dazedly, curling his fingers through Sam's hair. "Alright," he murmured, shifting in the sticky sweat of his skin. He leaned down and dragged his nose up Dean's neck, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
"Alright, Dean, time to get you cleaned up."
Dean frowned, cracking open an eye to glance down at Sam and Misha. "Don't wanna." he pouted, sitting up slightly as he spoke.
Sam smiled, getting to his feet and holding a hand out to Misha. "Come on. There's a bathroom in here with a huge shower."
He let Sam pull him up, looking up at him under a shock of dark hair and big blue eyes. He looked down at Dean, snaking his fingers through that cropped hair and tilting Dean's head back, leaning down to murmur in his ear. "Dean, be a good boy and get up now."
"Mmm. Fine." he murmured, still pouting slightly as he got to his feet.
Sam grinned at the both of them, curling his hand around the small of Dean's back, turning to press his lips to Misha's before moving his hand to Dean's wrist. "Come on, Dean. Shower's over here," he said, gently leading him.
Misha smiled into the kiss and looked at Dean, grinning. "He's so cute when he pouts," he said to Sam, carding his hands through Dean's messy sleep hair. He trailed his finger down Dean's spine, tracing each vertebrae.
"Pft. Yeah, until you live with it. Then it's annoyingly cute." Sam smirked, pushing the bathroom door open and flicking on the light.
"'m not cute. Or annoying." Dean muttered, shivering as Misha's finger traced down his spine.
Sam let go of his wrist, bending to turn on the water before turning back to Dean.
"Yeah, you are. I had to deal with this for years." he said, speaking to them both.
Misha grinned at Dean's sleep-slurred voice, the southern twang slipping endearingly through. He cooed, sliding his hands over Dean's body and petting him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
"Rough life, Sam. He's adorable." Misha smiled crookedly at Sam from his position behind Dean, practically holding him up.
Dean sighed, nuzzling Misha's neck, the tip of his tongue peeking out to lick under Misha's ear.
"He is that." Sam replied, laughing quietly as he stepped back into the shower. He moaned as the spray hit him, tilting his head back. "You guys gonna leave me alone here?" he smirked, leaning against the back wall of the shower, rivulets of water running down his toned chest.
Misha leaned into Dean's touch, laughing softly. At Sam's voice, he turned and bit his lip, eyeing the running water and stepping in, dragging Dean with him by the wrist. He slid his hands down Sam's body, tracing the structure of his abdominal muscles and watching in fascination as they twitched under his fingertips.
Dean followed Misha, blinking slowly as he wrapped his arms around Misha's waist from behind, fingers rubbing over the protruding hipbones. He rested his chin on Misha's shoulder, eyes drifting half-shut.
Sam smiled, shivering slightly as Misha's hands slid down his body. He curled a hand around Misha's neck, fingers toying with the fine hairs at the back of his neck.
Misha purred, from the attention to his hips and the hand playing at the nape of his neck, leaning into Sam's touch. He let the warm water slide down his body, chest against Sam and back into Dean. His eyelids fluttered, and he felt warm, content.
Sam pressed his lips to Misha's, gently licking into his mouth. His free hand slipped around him to Dean's shoulder, fingers blindly tracing the edge of the handprint.
Dean shivered. "Dean, you know you're gonna have to move at some point, right? You can't stay plastered to Misha forever." He said playfully as he momentarily broke the kiss.
"Mhmm." he hummed, nuzzling back into Misha's neck. "Comfy here. Don't gotta stand on m'own." he murmured, lips sliding against Misha's skin.
Misha chuckled softly, lips seeking out Sam's again as they met for another light kiss, sucking his tongue gently into his mouth. He broke away, smiling and shivering at Dean's mouth.
"I don't mind," he murmured quietly, eyes warm and affectionate.
Sam smiled, shaking his head. "Why did I ever think the point of a shower would be to get clean?" he laughed, still fingering Dean's scar.
