Sorry its kinda short and boring. Ive had a lot going on this week, so i hope yall undetstand. Anyways, enjoy!

Jenny was a little tipsy. Well a lot...

"Jensen...ugh... Jensen no! Keep your shirt on. Babe, babe stop..." Misha pulled his shirt back down. "We can't f**k on a plane."

"Whyyyy not?" He whined in Misha's ear.

"Because baby. Just c'mere." Misha grabbed him and cuddled him on the plane. No sex. Misha was too classy to give plane blow jobs.

Jensen eventually fell asleep on him, and by the time the plane landed he was sorta sober. Jensen called his uncle, he picked them up. Being the cliche lovers that they are, they secretly made out in the backseat. It was all too quiet and he got chills of suspence.

"Why are you two so quiet? What are those noises?" Jensen's uncle asked.

"Nothing. No reason," Jensen answered a little too quickly.

"Hmm, okay."

~•~

"How long is your f**king driveway Ackles? I'm nervous and this isn't helping!!!"

"Misha relax, its about a mile long, and he's driving slow."

Five minutes had passed of Misha clutching Jensen's hand and anxiously looking out the window. His stomach dropped when he saw the Texan mansion. It was beautiful, the outside mostly made of red-oak, and the rims of the windows were marble.

He was speachless. At awe, his grip on Jensen's hand loosened. "Is something wrong?" Jensen questioned.

"N...no! It's just amazing..." Misha secretly hoped that, that is the place where he'd be forever, in his lover's arms. His heart spoke before his brain when he was with Jensen Ross Ackles. Most of the time, his thoughts and feelings just melted together, and the only thing that made sence was his relationship. Even that, sometimes blurred with depression.

Jensen wasn't like other guys. Not just some guy you can leave on the street when you're don't with him. Not the type of person to just throw you away. But the type that made you beg for more. A strong hand that holds you up. An incredible man that makes the world around you disappear. The one and only love, that teenage girls dream of. He was the only person that made Misha happy.

They left all the bags in Jensen's uncle's Buick. Misha was very anxious, but Jensen insisted on being a tease. His uncle sat in the car, Jensen told him not to peak, but we all know he was.

"Jensen why is your co-worker moving in? And why do you not want me to look?"

"Sir, just listen to me please."

Instead of going through the front door, Jensen walked around to the back with Misha. The dim light was perfect. Misha's face was bright, he shinned through the dark. Jensen found their faces inches from one another in front of the back door.

"Why am I so nervous?"

"Maybe, because..." Jensen's voice was soft and sweet, as he spoke against Misha's lips. "Because you're here, with me, right now. Are you sure you're ready to do this? Move in with your boyfriend of two days?"

"More like best friend for 8 years and secret true love."

"Would it be too cliché to just make out right now?"

"I don't know, you tell me." Misha cupped Jensen's face and kissed him.

"I guess not!"he mumbled into Misha's mouth. His breathing slowed, and synced with his lovers.

Misha pulled away satisfied, with the taste of Jensen's tongue still lingering in his mouth.

"Ready to go inside?'

"Yes master."

Jensen slid the key inside the lock, and twisted it making a clinking noise. He pushed the door open and a gust of hot wind came out. The house smelled of axe and lavender. Misha was greeted by a rug just inside the back door. He was cautious and stood still, looking around like a lost boy. Afraid that if he touched something he would get in trouble.

"Mi casa es tu casa!"

"Thanks Jensen. I'm just, i'll just have to get used to all of this!" He gestured to the house. "I might get lost in here!"

"I'll give you a tour after we get settled in, okay?"

Misha nodded and wiped his shoes off before stepping further into the house. He was still weary about messing up the place, Jensen could sense it. He still acted like a nervous friend at a sleepover party.

"Babe, this is your house now. Do what you want. Tear it apart for all I care. Look around a bit."

Jensen walked through the house, to the front door and unlocked it for his uncle, leaving Misha still standing there stricken by awe.

"This place is amazing Jenny." He found his way to the couch.

Jensen thanked his uncle and brought in the three bags.

"Follow me baby."

Jensen took the bags up the steps down the hall. Misha wasn't far behind him. Upstairs had only two rooms. A huge bedroom, along with a decent sized bathroom.

"Whoa!" Is all Misha could get out before Jensen dropped their bags and pushed him onto the king sized waterbed. "I hope you don't mind me borrowing your clothes."

"Why would I mind?"

Misha laughed. "I like this bed. Should be fun, if you know what I mean." He bit his lip and hooked his fingers in Jensen's belt loops.

"I'm glad I don't have neighbors."

With hunger for Jensen in his eyes, he ripped his clothes off. He pawed at his crotch and bit his lip.

"Easy with my merchandice!" Jensen laughed and carefully kissed him, begging for more.