"Misha...mnhn..."

Jensen was on top of his covering his mouth with one of his hands, the other one holding his hip. Misha rolled his eyes a bit. He looked at him with pleasure. Begging him with his eyes, to let him moan Jensen's name. Jensen pulled his hand away and stroked Misha's cheek before kissing his lips.

Hungrily, Misha pulled him closer and left scratches on his back. He finally moaned his name, with closed eyes. Jenny's thrusts got lazier and the kisses softer and and more gentle.

"Good?" He whispered as he pulled out.

"Y-yeah... You're really good. How'd I get so lucky?"

Jensen fell beside him, on his back, breathless. "I'm the lucky one darling."

Misha climbed on top of Jensen, kissing his neck, and down his chest.

"How'd you take controll of me?" Jensen asked, his heart pounding.

"Oh, I just hit your weak spot."

Mishas hands found thier way down to Jensen's errection and he stroked carefully.

Jensen blushed. "I don't," he moaned slightly, "h-have a weak spot!"

Misha fell back to the bed beside Jensen.

Jensen breathed heavily as he turned and layed on his stomach, his left arm curled over Misha's chest.

Misha leaned over and kissed Jensen's neck once more. Jensen held back a moan.

"Yeah, no weak spot!"

Jensen stuck his tongue out. "Shut up!"

Misha giggled. "Hehe nope," in a high pitched voice.

"Fine. I'll just make you shut up." Jensen kissed him, but Misha started saying random crap into the kiss and kept biting Jensen.

"I'm the one who..." "OW! Quit biting my lips!"

"You know you love it."

Jensen pulled the covers over himself and laughed. "Shut up about my pain kink you idgit."

"I will never shut up." Misha loudly hummed, and made fart noises with his mouth.

"UGH GO TO SLEEP!!!" Jensen laughed, clutching the covers.

"Okay okay babe." Misha leaned over and kissed his forehead.

Jensen cuddled his warm body until he was sleep. He felt, very... guilty. Even though he broke it off with Dannel over a year ago, he felt bad deep down.

When they broke up, the feelings were mutual. Thats all there is too it. They didn't fight, never violet, just agreed that the feelings had subsided. She still called all the time, they still cared about each other. They were actually close friends that loved each other, just not in that way.

He didn't understand why he felt so guilty. Danneel has had a different boyfriend for the last two months, and now Jensen is settling down with his best friend of 8 years... It was all so unreal to him. How did he ever get so lucky to have such a clean break and easy, fast love?

The bed was warm, Misha was restless. Jensen watched him sleep, not because he was creepy, but he couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts flooded his head all at once.

"S-stop," Misha mumbled in his sleep, as he clutched the silky bed sheet.

Jensen contemplated waking him up. Instead he cuddled him and stroked his hair. "N-no, please..."

"It's okay baby." Jensen kissed Misha's forehead.

Misha stirred in his sleep. He woke up panicked. Jensen's warm hands were wrapped around his torso, he was okay. They were okay.

"What's wrong?"

"Thank god it was just a dream. Oh Jensen." His heart skipped a beat when he looked into Jensen's eyes and kissed his whole face.

Jensen laughed and kissed back. "What happened."

"Mark killed you and tied me up..."

Jensen was speachless.

"You dont understand how happy i am to see you."

"Hey, ill always be here."

Jensen cuddled the stressed out Misha, he felt his heart racing and beating through his chest. Jensen layed his head on Misha's chest to calm him down.

~•~

"Good morning!" Misha stroked sleeping Jensen's hair.

"Hey," he yawned. "My mailbox is probably overflowing. Wanna go for a run?"

Misha nodded. "Yeah, ahhh!" He stretched. "Can we go to a bar later too?"

"Yeah of course." Jensen kissed Misha on his forehead. He sat up and went to his closet. He put on knee length black shorts, a light blue tank top, ankle socks, and black and white vans.

"Looking fine Jenny! Now come dress me."

Jensen grabbed a white v-neck and slipped it over Misha's torso, his fingers skimming across his skin ad he pulled Misha's shirt down. Misha wasn't much for shorts, so Jensen grabbed his gray capris.

It was 9am, the Texas heat was already setting in. The two love birds ran side by side. Sweat pouring down thier bodies as thier legs flexed and kept pushing foreward. Sweat seeped through Jensen's shirt.

"Hey Jenny. Stop for a second." Mish begged, and they both stopped. They were already 3/4ths of the way there.
"C'mere"

Jensen inched closer. Misha reached for the bottom of Jensen's shirt and pulled it off slowly, wiping some sweat away.

Jensen flexed as Misha touched his body.

"Is it bad that i find you extremely attractive when you're sweaty?"

"Not at all, because that means you're most likely turned on right now." Jensen pulled Misha's shirt off.

Their both sweaty bodies smashed together. Thier lips connected instantly in the diveway. This was just an excuse for Misha to taste Jensen again. The taste he had starved for, for so long. The man he hungered for, for so long, was all his. His fingers traced circles on Jensen's back, Jensen gripped Mishas hips, holding him close.

They broke the kiss, gasping for air. Jensen ran a hand through his damp hair and licked his lips.

They continued thier run, shirtless. Jensen was right, the mailbox was overflowing. Misha helped him carry the stuff back.

They threw the mail on the table, Jensen would worry about it later. The only thing on his mind at this moment was Misha.