Ok WOW thanks so much guys! Glad you like this so far!
This is a slightly longer chapter than the others, mostly because we are finally getting to the root of the problem or the start of it anyways. Just wanted to clear a couple of things up because I've been asked by a couple of people about adding in Jensen & Misha's wives…it's not something I intend to do, as I said right at the start this is slightly AU which means in my world, the boys are not with anyone and certainly not married with kids, mostly for the sake of the storyline.
Genevieve will hopefully feature more but obviously at this stage she and Jared weren't married yet, but I'll include some cute moments for them too.
Also want to add, I now have an 'archive of our own' account, thanks to somebody for suggesting I should post in a couple of places! I'm listed under MissKimisha and all my other fics are now uploaded there too, so please show me some love – it's a scary new place over there with a lot more critical people haha.
For now, enjoy this ;) and keep reviewing! Thanks so much for your comments so far!
Misha shuffled round his hotel room, humming happily under his breath and getting ready for bed, slipping on his black sweat pants and dark blue t-shirt. He sat heavily on the end of his hotel bed, reflecting on the first successful day of the convention, the knowledge that he was welcomed into the fandom with open arms caused a smile to stretch across his lips.
Several abrupt knocks on the door startled Misha out of his thoughts, he frowned at the banging intrusion and headed towards the hotel room door, opening it to reveal the all too familiar sight of an annoyed looking Jensen on the other side.
"Jensen what-…"
Misha didn't get through his question before Jensen was pushing past him with unnecessary force and into the hotel room.
"No no…please…come in." Misha muttered sarcastically, closing the door and turning to his co-star.
"So what is it huh? Do you get off on making me look bad? I know we don't exactly get along but at least I managed to remain civil today in that panel…but you? Nooo you had to get the last word in right at the end!" Jensen ranted loudly, his hands waving around frantically as if to try and make sense of what he was saying.
Misha blinked once in utter confusion at Jensen, tilting his head to one side in a Cas like manner and a deep frown set on his face.
"I'm sorry? Do you wanna back track here Ackles because I have no fucking clue what you're talking about?"
"THE FUCKING PANEL" Jensen yelled loudly in Misha's direction, his eyebrows raised to the heavens as if Misha should know what he was talking about and as predicted his co-star was still pretty confused.
"Yes the panel…I thought it went well considering you can't stand me and I can't stand you." Misha replied calmly, his voice steady.
"Don't act dumb because as much as I hate to admit it, dumb is something you are NOT…"
"Is that supposed to be your attempt at a compliment or-?"
Jensen rolled his eyes dramatically, sighing heavily and forcing himself to remain calm.
"…Dammit Misha, I'm talking about that final question, the Destiel crap or whatever it was."
His co-star rubbed a hand down his tired face, trying to grasp what Jensen was getting at and took a deep breath before speaking.
"Ok let me get this straight, you're pissed at me because fans came up with the Destiel concept which you are clearly not comfortable with and they happened to mention it in the panel? Makes sense I suppose, you blame me for every other God damn thing…tell me Jensen, do you also blame me for World Hunger?" Misha quipped calmly, his face remaining as stoic as Castiel's to the point where it angered Jensen even more.
"You are freakin impossible! I'm talking about the fact that you actually stood there and AGREED with all the Destiel crap, making the fans cheer for you harder and making me look awful because I had just explained it wasn't part of the show and then there you go in a rant about how it could be and how much you understand the fans blah blah…it made me look terrible, like I was the bad guy."
Misha shook his head in bewilderment, chuckling darkly in amusement at Jensen's string of words.
"So you're pissed at me for having an opinion? One that is different to yours? I'm sorry I thought I had my own mind, my mistake."
"No I'm pissed because you don't even believe it yourself, you just agreed with them to make me look bad and to make the fans like you, in conclusion you're a suck up! You don't even mean anything you said back there. You're so God damn manipulative." Jensen growled in annoyance, his blood at boiling point.
Misha hung his head for a moment, contemplating Jensen's words before looking up and meeting Jensen's eyes with an honest, almost hurt look that swiftly turned to anger.
He stepped into Jensen's personal space, his voice low and almost threatening, causing Jensen to gulp loudly at the intrusion, adrenaline suddenly pumping through his system at the intensity of the situation.
"That's really what you think of me? That I'm manipulating fans to my way of thinking or sucking up when it suits me to win over their affections? What…so you believe everything I that I am…is a complete fake. Wow…just wow. For your information Jen, I actually DO believe what I said back there, it was my own personal opinion and I wasn't saying those things to make you look bad or to appease the fans…" Misha took a step back, trying to push his own anger down and rejoicing internally at the slightly taken back, practically scared look on Jensen's face.
Of course it didn't last long.
"Fine, whatever…so you're telling me the whole 'Destiel' thing, you believe could truly happen on the show? You know the writers would never go there and neither would I." Jensen spat out, taking another step back from Misha and shaking his head.
"Yes I do believe it; I think Castiel is more than capable of slamming Dean into the nearest wall and screwing him senseless." Misha said clearly, with a sly smirk plastered across his lips as their eyes met across the room in a single beat.
Jensen scoffed in distaste but couldn't help the flips his stomach was doing and he couldn't tell if his body liked that image or hated it. Shaking away his thoughts, he started pacing the hotel room and channelled his dislike for the man stood in front of him.
"You know…I don't think I've ever met anyone with an ego like yours before…" Jensen huffed, watching as Misha rolled his eyes.
"Tried looking in the mirror?" He quipped, causing Jensen's anger to build once more.
"…SEE why do you do that? If it's not your damn ego, then it's your smart ass comments or the way that…gah…the way you just can't be NORMAL for two fucking minutes and you wonder why…"
"You hate me so much? It's always my fault isn't it…Oh Jensen I'm sorry my personality caused your judgemental self to hate me…I'm sorry your boring ass attitude to life differs to my awesome one!" Misha shot back mockingly and earning a hard glare from his co-star.
Jensen stepped back urgently into Misha's personal space, causing the other man to jump slightly at the intrusion and yet he still refused to back down, squaring up to Jensen.
"I am NOT judgemental, maybe if you were a little more…"
"A little more what, Jensen? What the fuck else can I do here? You think I LIKE going to work on a daily basis knowing one of my co-stars hates my guts and not really understanding why? I have never done a fucking thing to you, I actually really liked you and you just seemed to take an instant dislike to me…I get that personalities can clash and whatever but you didn't even give me a chance and you still won't give me a chance. If anybody is the one to blame here it's YOU…it's always been you…so yeah I think the word Judgemental is pretty damn fitting" Misha yelled in frustration, meeting Jensen's eyes straight on and not backing down.
"How fucking dare you, I tried alright…but I just…urgh Misha I can't…you just make me so mad…When I see you…when I see your face…I just want to…"
Misha stepped further into Jensen's space and the air around them seemed to change rapidly, Jensen's breathing was ragged and uneven, his eyes scanning Misha's face on closer inspection. Adrenaline fuelled their situation that seemed to resemble do or die.
"…You want to do what? Jensen?"
All logic left Jensen's head as he surged forward, smashing his lips messily against Misha's and hearing the other man gasp against his lips before hands were quickly on his chest and he was pushed backwards by his stunned co-star in a reflex action.
Misha's head was spinning and all he could think was 'what the fuck', yet he couldn't quite grasp how he didn't see this coming. He figured that Jensen may have punched him or yelled some more, but this? Was it sexual tension all this time? Something he just simply didn't pick up on?
It seemed so unlike Jensen but then again, he didn't really know Jensen Ackles all that well.
He looked directly into Jensen's eyes, they were wide and equally as shocked, his chest heaving from the deep breaths he was trying so desperately to take. What felt like a lifetime was in fact only 30 seconds, but the most awkward 30 seconds of Misha's and Jensen's lives.
Jensen's mind couldn't provide his body with any reasonable actions, his head spinning just as fast as Misha's and his body now frozen on the spot, simply waiting to see what happens next.
Misha could feel his body slowly moving towards Jensen's frozen one at its own will, he had no idea what was about to happen but suddenly his body was overriding his brain and reacting in ways that it really shouldn't be. In that split second, Misha's brain provided he liked feeling Jensen's lips on his own and suddenly it was Misha's turn to crush his lips against his co-stars.
Jensen yelped in surprise and stumbled backwards from the hard press of lips, quickly latching his hands onto Misha's waist to steady them both and shock lacing his system, blood instantly rushing south as he parted his lips and let Misha inside.
Suddenly they were making out like horny teenagers, the press of lips, and the feel of their tongues sliding against one another, hearing the other moan wantonly into the heat of their mouths, causing sexual energy to crackle in the air around them. Misha gripped the back of Jensen's neck, fingers carding through short hair and tugging him closer, backing up until he hit the wall behind with the length of Jensen's body now pressing fully against him.
Jensen continued to kiss away his frustration, licking around the deep cavern of Misha's sweet mouth and occasionally nipping at the chapped lips presented to him. Rational thoughts were fully removed when all Jensen could think was how he desperately wanted to feel Misha, skin against skin and that's when he found his hands sliding under his co-star's t-shirt, rubbing against a perfectly toned chest and stomach, fingers brushing against hard nipples and drawing the most delicious moan from Misha's lips.
Soon enough the t-shirt was gone, along with the sweat pants and leaving Misha mostly naked except for one pair of black briefs doing nothing to hide the clear erection beneath. The kissing more insistent than ever, lips never parting except for a breath of air before the boys were diving back in for more and Jensen now pushing his supposed enemy across the room and towards the bed.
Misha moaned freely as Jensen left his lips to nip and suck at his neck, making quick work of his co-stars clothing and throwing it across the room to join his own, leaving Jensen in his underwear with a boner to match Misha's own.
They fell clumsily onto the bed with Jensen on top, their hips slotting together and clothed erections brushing against the other, causing loud needy moans to fill the air. Misha flipped them over, quickly removing his own underwear and tossing them aside, Jensen's eyes wide and hungry at the sight of Misha's hard, weeping cock. He quickly made work of his own underwear and threw them to places unknown, before flipping their positions again so Misha was pinned underneath him, their naked bodies and cocks slotting together perfectly, causing a series of hisses and moans.
Jensen stared down into Misha's eyes for a beat, moving his hips experimentally and watching as his co-stars eyes fluttered to a close along with his own, their lips meeting once more as Jensen rutted dirty and shameless against Misha.
"Oh God" Misha whimpered as pleasure slowly overtook every ounce of his body, thrusts now becoming hard, rough and downright dirty.
Misha summoned the strength to flip them once more, continuing their frantic kisses and rutting, both men chasing their pending orgasms.
"Fuck Misha…yess" Jensen cried out loudly, gripping Misha's ass tightly to the point that it was bound to leave bruises tomorrow and causing him to yelp in pleasure and surprise.
Jensen dominated the situation once more, so their position was reversed back to the original and he had a desperate, writhing Misha Collins pinned below him. He sped up his thrusts, wrapping a large hand around both his and Misha's cocks, causing his co-star to cry out and thrust up into Jensen's fist alongside his cock.
The friction was glorious and Jensen could feel himself nearing orgasm, judging by Misha's moans he wasn't far behind.
"Fuck, Misha so good." Jensen moaned shamelessly, moving his fist hard and fast over their cocks, sucking at the other man's neck and lapping at salty skin, enjoying the sound of moans and whimpering echoing down his ear.
"So close…fuck yes…so fucking close" Misha cried out, gripping at Jensen's sides painfully and thrusting up continuously into his fist, his orgasm hitting him hard as he cried out once more.
"FUCK YES"
"GOD YES…FUCK, MISHA!"
It hit Jensen like a tidal wave, the sound of Misha crying out and the perfect amount of friction, it was all too much and Jensen was coming in hard, fast spurts over his fist and both of their cocks, his own juices mingling with Misha's.
Jensen rolled off his co-star and onto his back beside Misha, both of them trying to catch their breaths as they came down from their amazing highs.
They lay there for 10 minutes in complete silence, only the sounds of their breathing filling the air and the smell of sex lingering in the room. Slowly but surely Jensen's brain was catching up with what just happened and he could feel himself freaking out internally while Misha's brain was trying to rationalise the situation at hand, figuring there was only one way forward and he was first to speak up.
"Jensen…"
The sudden sound of his name made Jensen jump and he knew what was coming, he rolled quickly out of the bed grabbing some nearby tissues and cleaning his stomach before tossing them at Misha.
"No."
Misha frowned, sitting up and watching as Jensen pulled on his jeans and t-shirt at lightning speed.
"No?"
"Just No Misha…I know what you're gonna say and the answer is no." Jensen grumbled, pushing his feet as quickly as possible into his boots and tying the laces.
"But Jensen we have to talk about what the hell just happened" Misha said frantically, standing up and pulling on his sweat pants, watching as Jensen scrambled around looking for his jacket.
"I SAID NO…we are not talking about this, not now…not ever. I have to go…I need to leave." Jensen yelled loudly, finding his jacket and folding it over his arm, stalking towards the door and ignoring the frustrated look on Misha's face.
Misha surged forward to grab Jensen's elbow and brought him to a stop before he reached the door.
"Jensen?"
His eyes darted up to meet Misha's with a pleading look, almost childlike and silently begging.
"Please Misha, just let me go." He asked quietly.
Misha could do nothing but nod, let him go and watch as Jensen slammed out of the hotel room with more force than intended.
Misha was suddenly alone in his hotel room, with nothing but his confused thoughts to keep him company and the dreaded thought of what was going to happen next.