A/N: Sorry this took so long to get done. On the bright side I finished Trial by Error so check that out. I wanted to focus on one story at a time and more people seemed interested in that one. As for this one, there will be one more chapter and then the one shot. I might do a scene or two from Misha's time with Dean and Sam since you guys have been asking for it. Just drabbles though. No real plot. Remember to leave me a review so I know people are still reading this!

French Kiss Mistake Chapter 14

"You…Padalecki." The director pointed at Jared, knocking over his chair in his haste to get up. "Get off my set."

Jensen closed his eyes, kneading his forehead in frustration. The day had just started, and it was not going well. They'd woke up late and had to rush around so no fun-with-Misha time before work. Now his only focus was getting through this day of shooting so they could go back and have uninterrupted glorious sex. Evidently Jared and Misha had other ideas, since they were making this harder than it needed to be. Normally he was amused at their little feud, sometimes annoyed, but right now he was downright pissed. He was tired of them wasting time and energy on this crap.

Jared gave the director his patented what-did-I-do look with Misha just grinning in the background. These two.

"Do you think I like being here on a Saturday morning? No. I'd rather be fishing or drinking. In fact scraping the callouses off my feet would be better than this. And I'm fed up with you distracting everyone."

"Sorry," Jared said. "Won't happen again."

"Yeah, it won't happen again because you're off. Go back to your trailer until we need you."

"Wait, wait…" Jensen had to do something. Having Jared leave would just delay everything. "Let me talk to him."

Jensen pulled Jared out of earshot of others.

"What are you doing?"

"Having fun."

"Do it some other time. You're dragging this thing out. Seriously. I need some hot Misha sex right now and you're fucking that up. Get your priorities straight."

"I'm sorry, Jensen," he said, not looking sorry one bit. "But I need my Misha fix, too. I haven't gotten to mess with him for weeks."

"It's only been a few days."

"Days that feel like weeks," he said waving his arms around. "Seriously it's been week-like-days."

He couldn't really disagree with him there. It did seem like they had been gone a long time.

"Still you could do this any time. Come on, man… come oooon. He was whining again, and he knew it, but it couldn't be helped.

"It's not all me."

And that was true. Misha had done his fair amount of…teasing. And Jared had responded like he knew he would. They really couldn't resist this back and forth. But Jensen wanted a different kind of back and forth. One that involved less clothing and more chocolate syrup. "Just stop okay?"

"I'll do my best." He gave him a smile. The one that told him he wasn't going to quit.

Jensen wasn't about to let the director know that.

"So we're good here. We're good. Jared's going to stop. Misha's going to behave." He glared at Misha and got a Misha-like smile in return. Which meant he was totally screwed and not in the way he was hoping for.

The director sighed in frustration. "Whatever. Let's just get on with it." He sat back down, rubbing his forehead as if he could somehow get rid of the headache that was Jared Padalecki.

As they took their places, Jensen knew neither of them could stop. Which was fine. He'd just have to do a pre-emptive strike of his own. Remind these boys of what they had waiting for them. He grinned at Jared.

And immediately the man's face fell.

It was all out war.

They were shooting the last scene of the episode, but unfortunately it didn't mean they were almost done. Or even close to it. They shot things out of sequence all the time.

In the scene, Sam had just found out about Gadreel possessing him. And how Crowley had gone in to help force the other angel out. It was fairly intense since Sam and Dean were having their weekly-brotherly-what-the-hell-were-you-thinking talk.

A perfect time for payback.

"Look, Sam," Jensen as Dean said. "I didn't have a choice. You were going to die. What else could I do?"

"Just let me go. Maybe it was time."

"I couldn't do that Sammy."

"You tricked me… didn't even give me a choice," he said, portraying the perfect balance of anger and frustration. "Do you think I liked having an angel in me?"

And there it was. A beat. A pause. An opportunity too good to pass up.

"You certainly weren't complaining the other night."

Jared's mouth dropped open. Like he absolutely could not believe Jensen went there.

But he did and he wasn't done. "In fact, I don't know what you're bitching about. You just had two guys in you at once. Sounds like fun to me, Sammy."

Everyone else took it for the cheap laugh it was. Jared narrowed his eyes as he clearly understood the hidden incentive. Their hot session with Castiel was spectacular but not enough. Not nearly enough. There was Misha-loving in the future, if they could ever fucking get there.

And if the thought of two guys taking him at the same time wasn't enough of a motivator for Jared, he was doing something wrong.

Jared shifted uneasily. "Let's do it again," he said throwing him a warning glance.

But Jared should have thought about the consequences before he started this whole thing.

And now that they started, none of them wanted to admit defeat. During Misha's close up, Jared crouched down, running his hand slowly up his leg. When they were doing a diner scene… those were so brutal…Misha made sure to put his foot in his favorite place-Jared's crotch, causing the other man to grit his teeth and miss his cue.

And Jensen managed to make both of them suffer. A decidedly unbrotherly pat on the ass here, a touch there… running his fingers through Jared's hair on the back of his neck. He knew it drove him crazy. As he patted Misha's arm, he gently squeezed his bicep.

Misha, sweet Misha. He was always the easiest to break.

"Dean, I think we should… fuck." He pressed his palm to his forehead. "What's my line again?"

"Cut. Misha what the hell? This is the fifth time we've done this. What's the problem?"

Jensen tried not to smile. The problem was what they couldn't see. Every time they did the take Jensen's eyes would wander down to Misha's groin and then he licked his lips. He's done that trick before, and sometimes Misha gave back without blinking an eye. This was not one of those times.

"I'm sorry. I just… you know I think Castiel would be sitting during this scene. Don't you think that would be more effective? More powerful?"

He was squirming, and Jensen tried not to laugh. Where was a trench coat when you needed it? That's right, it was in a washing machine in some distant town-at least in the script. The clothes Misha was currently wearing did nothing to hide his obvious problem.

"Seriously? He just killed someone. Why would he be sitting? That makes no sense."

"Then he's probably tired, since he's human now. It took a lot out of him," Misha said.

The director glared at Jensen and Misha, shaking his head. "Could we just get through this day? Is that even possible?" He had probably thought the problem was solved when he kicked Jared off the set before starting this scene.

Not even close.

"Sorry, Misha, but I have to agree. Cas would not be sitting," Jensen said.

"Fine, let's do it again." This time Misha got through it, his eyes determined and steely in that way that got Jensen going. So much so that he flubbed his next line.

"Fuck. You know maybe Misha's right. Dean and Cas should both be sitting during this scene."

"Five minutes. Everyone take five while I tear my hair out. When we come back," he said to Jensen and Misha. "You guys better be ready to get this."

"Absolutely," Jensen said.

As soon as the director turned away, Misha grabbed his hand and pulled him into an empty bathroom. Really? Were they in high school again?

"Problem Misha?"

"Nope." And with that he pushed Jensen against the wall and attached himself to him. There was no other word for it. He was grinding and pushing and sucking, not in any certain order. And the only errant thought Jensen had before he couldn't think any longer was that he was being punished.

He returned Misha's kiss, fiercely attacking his lower lip. When they pulled apart, Jensen found his brain was a little fuzzy. The blood pounding through his veins drowned everything else out. Except for the fact that Misha was stepping away.

"Mish…" He held out his hand trying to bring him back.

"No. I want to call a truce."

"You're kidding? Come back here."

"You want more, make it through this shot. Get Jared to behave. Otherwise I'm leaving you boys, and getting some much needed rest."

"You don't mean that," Jensen said.

"Maybe—maybe not. But do you really want to find out?"

"Nope. I'm good." He exhaled, trying to blow out his frustration. It didn't really help. "Sorry babe, I just missed you."

Misha straightened his shirt which had ridden up due to Jensen's wandering hands. "That kinda talk will get you nowhere."

Jensen grinned. "We both know that's not true."

Misha left the bathroom with one last saucy look. Jensen wondered if he had enough of those five minutes left to rub one out. Because God he really needed to. Instead he splashed water on his face and tried focusing on the water creature they defeated earlier. It helped. Some.

They were all having a makeshift lunch break around the food cart as they waited for the next shoot to set up.

"Jensen and I agree we need to stop the war," Misha said in a low voice.

"So we can enjoy the spoils of war," Jensen added.

"So you guys are ganging up on me?"

"That's the plan… oh, wait, you're talking about now."

Jensen missed Jared's response. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Balthazar and immediately the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Wait… that couldn't be right. He gulped in air, trying to calm his nerves. Balthazar wasn't real. Well he was but…that was something he was going to have to work out in his head later. Right now he had to focus on the fact that his friend Sebastian was joining them.

"Hey gents. Miss me?"

And just by the smile on his face and cocky look in his eyes that was somehow different from Balthazar, he knew for sure it was his friend. And he couldn't help it. This whole experience had destroyed his emotions. Unlike Dean, he wasn't afraid of showing it.

"Hey, buddy," he said, grabbing Sebastian and hugging him tightly. Jared joined in hugging him from the other side.

"Oh, a love fest. I'm all in." Misha threw himself on the group.

After a few seconds, Sebastian pushed them away. "Whoa, guys. I enjoy some good pda as much as the next guy, but why all the love… oh my God!" He looked stricken.

Not what Jensen expected from someone who had just been hugged by his three closest friends.

"I've been canned, haven't I? You think they'd tell me first. Bloody bastards. No. Everybody else always knows."

"No, no, no," Jared said. "We're just happy to see you. It's been so long."

"Oh, yeah, I know," Sebastian said, sarcasm oozing from his tone. "It's been like… ages. I haven't seen you lot since yesterday."

"That's too long," Jensen said. "Too long, I need to see you more than once a day." He was grinning. Couldn't help it. He was so happy. Still frustrated, but happy. He was here with his friends. Sebastian was still here. Balthazar, that douche bag, was not. And the only one who looked happier than he did, was his Misha. As his throat tightened up, he choked back a few tears. He wasn't afraid of crying in front of people, but Sebastian was already freaking out.

"So I'm not fired?"

"No, absolutely not." Jensen gave him his best honest-to-God face. Last thing he wanted was for his friend to worry.

"Great. Alright then. Another group hug. Only now I can enjoy it."

"That's fine," Jared said. "But maybe this time you could tone it down on the ass-groping.

Before Sebastian could say anything Misha spoke up.

"Sorry, that was me."

They hugged again. And this time Sebastian did let his hands roam a bit. He'd never been part of their group and never would be. He was happily married. And although that wasn't the type of relationship he had with them, he still loved having fun and teasing them.

The director called them back on set, interrupting their love fest.

When Jensen and Misha realized Jared wasn't backing down, the game changed to who could torture him the most. Misha was winning, no surprise there, but Jensen wasn't giving in.

Jared was frustrated, he could tell. And the way he could tell… This giant of a man who prided himself on doing most of his own stunts, injured himself by running into the sharp corner of cheap wooden desk. .

"Fuck," he said, the pain etched into his face.

"Cut." Heavy sigh. "Fifteen minutes."

"It's fine." Jared said. "I don't need any time. I'm fully recovered." Obviously a lie, but Jensen appreciated the gesture.

"It's not for you, it's for me. You're all driving me crazy. I need a minute. Or a drink. Make that both."

They ended up back in their chairs. Jensen and Misha stood on either side of Jared, who was trying to pretend it didn't bother him. But Jensen could see the spark of pain every time he moved.

"Looks like it hurts… did you break the skin?"

"Let's check," Misha said. "Take off your pants."

"Guys, I'm fine. Seriously. It's just a little sore." He paused for a second, smiling. "Although, if you want, you guys can rub it. Might help."

Jensen shrugged. Why not? The chairs were situated for maximum privacy, and really, Jared was making this way too easy.

"How's this?" He touched the sensitive area gently.

"A little harder, I think," Misha said.

He watched Jared's face for cues as he increased the pressure. He didn't want to actually hurt him.

Jared winced slightly but stretched his legs out, giving them better access.

"Now a little higher and to the left." Misha's commentary, given so matter-of-factly was doing things to him. So he had a few kinks. Sue him.

As his fingers moved to the inside of his thigh, Jared opened his legs with a sigh.

"Like this?" Jensen asked.

Misha glanced at Jared's face. His eyes were closed and he was clearly enjoying it. "Yeah just like that. Maybe use your thumb. Here let me show you."

"Get out," Jensen said, slapping his hand away. "I got this."

"Rude."

Using his thumb Jensen stroked higher, tracing around but not quite touching Jared's straining erection. He swore he could feel the heat pulsing through the material of his jeans.

"You seem to be completely missing the point."

"No, that is the point."

"Oh I see. Then well done."

Jared was shifting trying to get closer to his hand, as he and Misha discussed his situation as if they were baking a cake.

"He's feeling no pain right now."

"Depends on your definition of pain," Jensen said.

"True."

"Fuck you guys." But it came out as less of a curse and more of a plea. Jared was past the point of trying to be discrete. His legs were open wide. His head thrown back and hand trembling as if he was fighting the temptation to touch himself, and just get it over with.

Although Jensen was calm on the outside, it was just a façade. Watching Jared on the edge of losing control and Misha giving him instructions like they were doing laundry or some other menial task, had him fighting his own hard on. It was time to bring this baby home. On the next stroke, his thumb slipped up, stroking the hard bulge of Jared's cock.

He could tell it was unexpected by the way Jared practically jumped out of the chair.

"Jen, please… oh God." Whines mixed in with groans as he tried and failed to keep quiet.

"Harder," Misha said, his voice lower. More intense. The cool observer was gone. "Fuck…just palm him already."

Jensen was going to combust at any minute. He was using his whole hand to stroke Jared through his clothes in time with the breathy little moans the other man couldn't contain. He didn't think it'd take much longer for either of them.

"Yeah, baby, just like that," Misha said, grounding out his words. "Rub him raw, make him beg like the little whore… Wait. They're signaling for us."

"No. Don't. Stop." Jared's voice was in pieces. "Please."

"We have to go." Misha nodded toward the small but curious group of people that made up their crew. They would be there in seconds, hurrying them up, in the hopes of salvaging their weekend.

"Sorry," Jensen said, almost meaning it, as he stepped back. "Times up." He was still turned on, but he knew that was going to be his default setting for most of the day.

"Bastards." Jared jumped up, pushing past him, and going in the direction of the bathroom. "Tell them I need a minute."

Misha came up beside him. "After everything he's pulled today, he deserved that."

"He did," Jensen agreed. "And you were fucking hot."

Misha smiled, grabbing his ass for good measure before he left to take his mark.

Jensen's last scene of the day was by himself. So it should have been easier. But hours of frustration and excitement of what was to come caused him to flub his lines. It was unusual for him. Although not so much today.

He sighed in relief when the director finally yelled cut for the final time. His shoulders were tense, and he knew a massage was in order. That… alcohol and two hot guys was exactly what he needed to relax. And there were two hot guys loitering next to his trailer.

"Okay, guys. Where are we going?" Sometimes this turned into a control issue. But surely not today.

"My place is closest." Jared said.

"Or my place. I've got everything we need."

Obviously he was wrong. "Guys can we not do this?"

"No it's okay," Jared said. "I got this. Seriously, Misha I'm closer and I also have supplies. Let's not be a dick about this."

Before Misha could reply, and Jensen was sure it was going to be a good one, he stepped in. "I'm not doing this. We're going to my place. You guys can either follow me or I'll go home alone and take care of my own needs."

Misha narrowed his eyes. "You wouldn't dare."

"I don't know. He might. He's stubborn like that," Jared said.

"True. Good point."

Jensen waited not-so-patiently for them to decide. He was about to walk out just to spite them both.

"Alright. Sounds good to me." As Misha walked off to get in his car, he winked at Jared.

Jensen had the distinct feeling that this had all been a set up. Part of their plan all along. Bastards.

It was going to be a long, sleepless night, but he had ways to make them suffer.