For Misha, the summer was going by too quickly. Another month had passed and he felt like it was just yesterday that he and Jensen were sharing a hotel room after running the Double K marathon. He wadded up the t-shirt he had just stripped off and pitched it towards the back of Jensen's head.
Jensen was engrossed in the show he had on the hotel room television and didn't see the attack until the shirt lightly fell against the back of his head. He jumped, making Misha laugh. Jensen turned around with a glare that had little effect since a wince followed. Misha only felt slightly bad as he walked over to the couch.
"You should be icing you know." Misha said as he pointed at the unused ice pack on the arm of the couch. Jensen nodded and repositioned his arm across his bruised chest. They had just finished helping rebuild homes in a town that had been hit by a tornado. Jensen had fallen from the roof of one and cracked a rib, among a few more minor injuries. Misha swallowed away the lump in his throat at the panic that had flooded his body as he watched Jensen fall.
"I'll be fine, man. Quit worrying." Jensen drawled. Misha raised an eyebrow at him.
"Did you get drunk in the time it took me to change my pants?" He asked, realizing he could have worded that better.
"No. I'm just tired." Jensen shooed Misha out of the way of the television. Misha sighed and took the ice pack that he had braved the intense mid-west summer heat to retrieve and put it in the freezer. He ordered their pizza before he walked back to the main room of the hotel. He leaned against the wall and found himself watching Jensen.
A small smile held up the edges of Jensen's mouth as he watched the show. His green eyes scanned he television screen as his free hand absentmindedly played with a loose string on the couch. He was still shirtless and Misha's face heated slightly when he recalled the struggle it had been to remove the layers of Jensen's shirts. He closed his eyes and made himself not think about the closeness and bare skin and the way Jensen had leaned his head on Misha's shoulder afterward or how he smelled like leather even when he wasn't on set.
"Hey Misha?" Jensen called and Misha's eyes snapped open to find that gorgeous green gaze on him. "You okay?"
"I'm fine." Misha replied quickly before striding to the couch to sit down. The small couch was old and the cushioned sagged awfully, which made them sink towards each other. Misha sighed as he tried to move away. Personal space, right? He pictured Dean saying.
"Well this couch is cozy." Jensen chuckled as he lifted his arm and placed it across the back of the couch so it wouldn't be pinned. Misha wanted to just sink against him and stay there, but he tried to give him space. He wasn't going to force Jensen into something he wasn't ready for. No way.
"This couch is annoying as fuck." Misha murmured under his breath as he gave up. The couch would be more comfortable without the cushions all together. He sighed and leaned back; forgetting Jensen's arm was there until after his head rested against it. He sat back up, embarrassed.
"Just sit still, would you?" Jensen mumbled with a wince though his eyes never left the screen. Misha froze, feeling bad. He tentatively sat back again and let his head lean back against the muscled headrest behind him. He waited for Jensen to make a comment about snuggling or to take his arm away, but he didn't. Jensen watched the television and Misha watched Jensen from the corner of his eyes. Before he realized it, his eyes had closed.
A hard knock on the hotel door startled Misha awake from a very pleasant dream. He took a moment to familiarize himself with his location before he quickly realized he had a boner from the dream. His face flamed as he also realized he was leaning against Jensen instead of the back of the couch. He sat up and tried to not be totally obvious as he covered himself. Thank god for jeans. He stood and went to the door for the pizza.
Once the pizza boxed were on the counter he mumbled an excuse about needing a shower and darted to the bathroom. He turned the water on and stripped, his dick feeling better once it was free. He stepped into the water and worked himself while remembering the dream.
Jensen in Dean's leather jacket, pushing him against a wall and hungrily kissing him. A hotel room with only them and their bare skin. Jensen moaning his name. He realized he was moaning in response and quickly silenced himself, gritting his teeth to keep the noise down. He came right as the bathroom door opened, making him jump and almost fall.
"Hey man, sorry I just need to pee." Jensen muttered as he walked in. Misha tried to hide his ragged breaths but he struggled to. He closed his eyes, thankful for a darker shower curtain compared to the normal white, see through ones. He waited in silence, trying to not think about Jensen sliding off his jeans and joining him. Oh shit. He felt that desire building again and knew his shower was going to be longer than planned. I just want my pizza. He groaned as the door closed behind Jensen. He rested his forehead against the wall as water beat down across his shoulders.