"Jennnyyy... I don't wanna sleep aloneeee." Misha whinned.
Jensen crawled in the bed beside him and ruffled with his hair.
"Me either! You're warm!" He walked his arms around Misha's torso.

"Can I cuddle with you? I'm cold," Jensen whinned in his ear. Causing Misha to moan.

"Of course you can," Misha kissed the top of his head. "Uhhhh stripped spooning is the hottesttt!!!"

Drunk Jensen liked this idea, but he knew deep down that he wanted more than cuddling. He just didn't know how to ask or comprehend how to do it at the moment.

"Ooh!" Jensen's eyes grew wider. "Like this?" He slowly took he navy blue, tight fitting, shirt off. Revealing his toned and sexy body.

"Just like that Jenny!!!" Misha smiled, the widest he had ever had. It was like Jensen took away all of his worries, on top of the fact that they were still wasted.

"Now its your turn!" Jensen said very excitedly.

"Nooo," Misha whinned. "Help me!" He put is arms up and whimpered. Jensen grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it over his body, head, and arms.

"You're smokin' hot. Damn Misha!" Jensen said, not taking his eyes off of Misha's body. Or even blinking for that fact.

"C'mere sexah!" Misha whinned as loud as he could; Jensen jumped on top of him, on the bed.

Jensen moaned softly, as he felt a hand reach around to his a$$. There was a light squeeze before the hand reached around and trailed up his back. His hands stopped around Jensen's neck. Pulling his whole body into him.

Jensen relaxed, and let the gap between their bodies fill up.

"Kiss me," Jensen mumbled as he grabbed Misha's hands from around his neck, and pinned him down on the bed. Misha breathed heavily before crashing their lips together. He desperately fought for dominance, but Jensen was too strong. Misha became submissive to Jensen's touch.

The stronger man didn't have to even try. He slowly grinded on top of Misha, making him whipmer. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip slowly, begging for an entrance. Misha let him in. They explored every part of each others mouths. They really did 'mark their territory.' Leaving each others saliva on their lips.

Jensen was such a tease. God, Misha wanted him so badly. But they didn't want to take things too fast, and they wanted it to be memorable. Not just drunken sex...

"I love you Jenny." Misha spoke softly in between kisses.

"I love you too Misha. Its getting late."

"Can we cuddle to sleep?"

"You read my mind," Jensen smiled.

"I only cuddle naked Jenny." Misha smirked, reaching for Jensen's belt buckle. Jensen blushed, "okie dokie. I'm good with that."

Their shirts were already on the floor, and Misha slowly undid Jensen's belt. He was careful with his hand movements. Slow, and strong.

Jensen whimpered as Misha pawed at his dick, as he slipped of his pants, and boxers. Jensen's turn came, and he couldn't wait. He practically ripped Misha's jeans off.

Misha and Jensen wrestled childishly on the bed. Fighting for dominance. Jensen being larger then Misha, pins him on his back. With one sly wink, the world fell to their feet.

Jensen leaned forward and kissed his neck, he bit down gently and sighed. "Goodnight baby.'

"Goodnight Daddy."

Jensen rolled off of Misha, and layed beside him. Misha pulled him as close as he could and didn't let go all night. Jensen's dick was inches from Misha's, he got slightly nervous when his boner grew.

Misha's breathing grew heavier when Jensen's arm fell over his torso, and his fingers traced up and down his chest.

*****

Jensen awoke with a groan. "Ahh...Wait...W-why. Why the hell are you naked?" He looked down at himself, "why the hell am I naked?"

Misha wiped his eyes and sat up. "What happened last night? What do you remember?" Misha furrowed hisb eyebrows, and stared into Jensen's eyes.

"I remember... Everything until I found you crying in the bathroom." Jensen felt really bad. What had happened? Did they do it? Were they just cuddling? All of these questions crossed his mind. Did some sort of connection happen? He really wouldn't have minded it, he just was confused.

"Whatever happened last night, I'm glad it was with you Misha. Because I wasn't lying when I said I loved you." Jensen stood up and walked to the coffee maker like he usually does every morning, but I guess he didn't realize, he was still naked.

Misha blushed and screamed into the pillow.

"What?" Jensen asked, turning around like the diva he is.

Misha busted out laughing, so hard that he was crying."Jenny, uhm.."
All he could do was point his finger and fall backwards on the bed laughing.

Jensen realized what was going on, and ran back to his side of the bed. He threw on 'his' clothes quickly and went and made coffee. Misha was still uncontrollably laughing and tried to put his clothes back on. He was very unsuccessful. Jensen had apparently grabbed Misha's boxers and his shirt. Misha just decided to put Jenny's boxers on and go with the flow. Just having Jensen's undies on made him constantly blush.

Jensen sat waiting for the pot to boil when he looked at the time and his heart skipped a beat. It was 7:06am. They were supposed to be at the studio by 6 every morning.

"$hit!" He yelled, and rushed to get ready for the day.

"What's wrong Jensen?"

"We're gonna be almost 2 hours late! Go out to the car when you're done."

Misha nodded and finished getting dressed. He ran out to the car, Jensen following him. They started the car and sped out the parking lot.

They were both pretty silent for the first 10 minutes.

"What am I supposed to say to Eric when he asks why we are late?" Misha said panicked.

"Calm down. I'll just say we were drinking last night. Its okay," Jensen reassured him.

When they pulled into thier parking spots they saw Jared and Mark S. standing there with their arms crossed.

Misha jumped out of the car, "good morning gentlemen!"

Jared, being the polite and amazing friend he was, just hugged Misha. "I was worried about you!"

"Its okay," Jensen butted in. "He was with me!"

Jared nodded and walked off to hair and makeup. Jensen pulled Misha behind the car and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, before Misha followed Jared.

Mark mumbled something like 'faggot' in a gruff tone and stormed away.

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