Ok guys, this is it…the final chapter!

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If It's Love

Chapter 3 of 3 ~ The Final chapter

Jensen grumbled, waking up slowly in a very unfamiliar bed and it took him a few moments, blinking sleepily and taking in the room around him to remember he was in one of Jared's spare rooms.

He rolled onto his back, giving himself a moment to wake up and found himself staring at the ceiling above, his mind catching up and reminding him of last night's events. Jensen was sobering up by the time he had put a drunken Misha to bed last night, so every little detail remained engraved on his brain with no chance of a hangover or alcohol making him forget.

Rolling out of the bed, Jensen sat up and buried his head in his hands, groaning quietly as he cast his mind back to the feeling of Misha's lips on his own, Misha underneath him…Misha…Misha…

"Dammit" He cursed, finally standing up and heading into the bathroom to get a shower.

Once the shower was heated up, Jensen stripped of his clothing and got into the stall, letting waves of warm water crash against his naked skin. He moaned quietly in pleasure at the soothing and almost calming sensation, there was nothing better than a shower in the morning.

Jensen's mind once again drifted back to Misha and he couldn't help but replay what he had said last night 'You're my type' – did he mean that? What the hell was Jensen supposed to do with that kind of statement? The fact Misha had followed it up with a kiss should have shown that he did mean what he was saying and yet Jensen couldn't help the little voice in the back of his head that screamed 'he didn't know what he was saying, he was drunk, dumbass'.

His mind brushed that aside for the time being, his body starting to respond to the sheer memory of kissing his co-star and it had taken a lot of willpower for Jensen to stop their make out session last night, when all he wanted to do was fuck Misha into the mattress and show him what It was that Jensen truly wanted.

He reached for the shower cream and poured a generous amount into his hand, before wrapping it firmly around his now half hard cock. Jensen moaned loudly in relief, hoping everyone else was still asleep and didn't hear a thing. He gave his cock a few firm strokes and he was hard in no time.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Jensen braced himself with his other hand flat against the wall and his head dropping forward, letting water run through his hair and trail down his naked back.

Images flashed through his brain as he picked up the pace, Misha underneath him…moaning into his mouth, pliant and needy. The feeling of Misha's tongue against his own, the fight for dominance and the sloppy technique that was practically perfect, despite his friend's drunken state at the time.

Jensen increased his speed, tugging and sliding his hand faster, harder up and down his cock. He moaned more quietly this time, gasping for breath and feeling his climax approaching.

Images of Misha wriggling beneath him filled his mind, the way their clothes had brushed together and created much needed friction, the moans and whimpers that fell from Misha's lips, the feeling of his soft hair between Jensen's fingers as he tugged Misha closer and then those words again, loud and clear in Jensen's head 'You're my type'.

The final thoughts sent Jensen crashing over the edge.

He cried out silently, his mouth gaping and coming all over the shower wall. Jensen was practically gasping for breath as he came down from his orgasm, his legs felt like jelly as he tried to push himself off the wall to stand up straight and he winced at the sight of his come trailing down the wall in front of him.

Jensen made quick work of cleaning himself (and the shower wall) up and decided it was about time he headed downstairs to face Misha.

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Once downstairs, Jensen could smell pancakes and he followed the scent into the kitchen to find Genevieve busying herself making breakfast.

"Morning Gen" He said with a smile, sitting himself on a stool at the counter.

She spun around with a bright smile on her face.

"Good morning Jensen, I'm making breakfast…hope you're hungry" She said happily.

"Starving actually, smells good…" Jensen said, nodding.

He quickly cast his eyes around the room and glanced towards the living room for any sign of Misha.

"…You the first one up?" He asked curiously, picking up a glass of orange juice to take a sip.

"Yup, gigantor hasn't reared his drunken head yet and haven't seen Mish either. Did you get him off ok last night?"

Jensen practically spat out his orange juice and quickly wiped it from his chin.

"Excuse me?"

Gen giggled and handed Jensen a kitchen towel to clean up.

"I meant get him off to bed, the guy was pretty wasted."

Jensen rolled his eyes and cleaned up the spilt orange juice, before clearing his throat and shifting awkwardly in his seat.

"Did something happen?" Gen asked, pushing curiously after seeing the look on Jensen's face.

"He umm…he kissed me last night" Jensen mumbled, his hands now picking at the kitchen towel and not daring to look at Gen.

"Oh my….are you serious? That's amazing!" She cried out, rushing to Jensen's side and putting an arm around his shoulders.

Jensen scoffed and shook his head.

"Is it? I mean one minute everything is normal, the next minute he declares 'I'm his type' and practically throws himself at me…it just seems a little out of the blue, the guy was drunk…you seen him, he was practically falling all over the place. He was probably just wasted and feeling a little horny, clearly aiming for the wrong target."

Gen slapped him on the shoulder hard and Jensen glanced over to her in shock.

"Umm OW?"

"You're an idiot Ackles, why can't you just believe that Misha may actually WANT this. You know a drunken mouth speaks a sober mind; you're not giving the guy enough credit. Did it ever occur to you that maybe he does feel that way and last night was the only time he felt brave enough to express it?" Gen ranted, with her hands placed firmly on her hips.

Jensen mulled over her words and desperately wanted to believe what she was saying, but he still wasn't 100% convinced.

"I don't know, maybe…I mean, I'm not getting hopes up here. Misha might wake up this morning and not even remember what happened."

Gen nodded in understanding and continued preparing breakfast as she spoke.

"Would you remind him?"

Jensen shrugged, unsure of his answer…would he?

At that exact moment they heard footsteps coming down the stairs and Jensen's heart rate picked up, his nerves kicking in to the extreme.

He looked up in time to see a clearly hung over Misha entering the kitchen, rubbing his forehead and groaning loudly.

Gen shot a look to Jensen who simply sat staring at an even more dishevelled Misha than he had left behind the night before.

"Ah gracing us with your presence, at least you beat Jared to it. Pancakes?" Gen said with a laugh, waving a plate of pancakes in Misha's face.

Misha glanced up at Gen, wincing at the smell of pancakes and suddenly feeling very, very sick.

"Urgh, no thank you…I don't feel so good" Misha mumbled, his eyes finally landing on Jensen.

He nodded once in acknowledgement of Jensen and sat on the stool opposite his friend, head now resting on the kitchen counter.

Jensen stared at the top of Misha's head, not being able to help the pang of sadness that rushed through him, it was clear that currently Misha either remembered but didn't care enough to talk about what happened last night or he didn't remember at all.

"Morning to you too Mish" Jensen mumbled, causing Misha to lift his head and meet his friends eye.

"Morning…I hope I didn't cause you too much trouble last night"

"You…"

Jensen started to speak, glancing at Gen who was now focused on the two of them and then back to Misha.

"…You don't remember anything?"

"Sort of…I remember dancing with Mandy and you dragging me upstairs, but it's a little blurry after that. I haven't been that drunk in a long time, why did I do something stupid?"

His heart dropped a little, Misha remembered pretty much everything up until that vital moment…now the ball was in Jensen's court, does he remind his friend or not?

Jensen plastered on a fake smile and shook his head.

"No, nothing at all"

He seen Genevieve practically deflate with a big sigh out of the corner of his vision and Misha nodded in relief.

"Thank God…I'm gonna take a shower" Misha declared, sleepily hauling himself to stand up and start walking back up the stairs.

The moment he was out of the room, Jensen sighed loudly and let his head fall on the counter, tears threatening to build up behind his eyes.

Jensen figured this may be for the best and their friendship would remain as normal, nobody got hurt. Although that last part was so far from the truth for Jensen.

Gen came over and Jensen felt her rubbing his back in comfort.

The sound of racing footsteps down the stairs caused Jensen's head to whip up in time to see Misha enter the kitchen again and this time he looked more alert.

Wide blue eyes found Jensen's and Misha was panting for breath.

"WE KISSED LAST NIGHT" he declared loudly, staring at Jensen in shock.

Jensen's eyes went comically wide and he glanced at Gen with concern before returning his eyes to a shocked looking Misha.

"I thought…we…you…you said you didn't remember…" Jensen stuttered, not knowing what to say.

"I didn't, as I was walking upstairs it came flooding back to me…I kissed you last night, we full on made out…I pounced you." Misha said, his words rushing at a million miles a second.

Jensen nodded stiffly, his heart hammering loudly in his chest.

"Yes…you did, we did."

"You stopped it…" Misha continued and waited for Jensen to respond.

"Umm…"

Jensen coughed awkwardly, feeling the pressure of Misha's eyes staring right at him.

"…Yeah I did, you were drunk."

Misha calmed down slightly, his shoulders slumping and his breathing slowing down.

"Right…good. Thank you, I appreciate that." Misha finished with a small smile.

Jensen felt as though he had been kicked in the gut and his heart torn in two, anger now bubbling under the surface.

"Sure…right, wouldn't want you to regret it now would we?" Jensen snapped, causing Misha's smile to fade into a frown.

Genevieve coughed loudly and stepped in, pushing Misha back towards the door.

"Anyways…you go get your shower before Jared gets up…he usually takes a while, and then I'll whip up more pancakes. Ok, good? Off you go" Gen rushed out, practically pushing a confused Misha out of the door and closing it behind him.

Once the door was closed, Gen rushed to Jensen's side and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Jensen, I'm so sorry…I wish that had gone differently…"

He stood up abruptly, wiping away the beginnings of silent tears that started to flow freely down his cheeks and brushed past Genevieve, heading for the door.

"Jensen, where are you going?"

"Home. Sorry Gen…just tell Jared I'll catch up with him later. Thanks for breakfast." Jensen said sadly, before making his exit out of the house.

"But…you didn't even eat breakfast." Gen finished quietly, as the door to the house slammed.

Jared pushed his way through the door moments later and into the kitchen, groaning loudly.

"Aspirin…I need aspirin…my head is gonna explode" Jared complained, shuffling towards the kitchen cupboard.

Gen shook her head in annoyance and slapped Jared on the arm.

"Hey…feeling delicate here, what was that for?"

"That is for being such a drunken ass, I had to haul you up those ridiculously long stairs last night and then you spent the entire night kicking me out of the bed, that I ended up downstairs on the couch." Gen ranted, pointing an accusing finger at Jared.

Jared's puppy dog eyes came into play and he wrapped his arms securely around Gen.

"I'm so sorry baby; you should have left me down here."

"Too late now…I suppose you could redeem yourself by cleaning this place up." She said with a smile, handing her boyfriend a black trash bag and motioned to the mess in the living room.

"Ah man" Jared whined, shuffling his way into the other room.

Misha entered the kitchen, looking more awake than before and immediately his eyes met with the empty stool Jensen had been sat on earlier.

"Where's Jensen?"

"He's gone home sweetie." Gen replied, as Jared came back into the kitchen.

"Morning dude…"

Jared said, nodding towards Misha, who half-heartedly waved at Jared.

"…so was that Jensen who left with a slam earlier?" Jared asked curiously.

"Yeah he had some things to take care of." Gen answered, turning her back on both men.

Misha wiped a hand down his face, feeling as though their little conversation earlier had probably caused Jensen to leave and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty for being the source of all this tension.

"Look guys, I'm gonna head off too…great party Jay, I'll catch you later." Misha mumbled, before practically racing out of the house and the door slamming behind him.

"Did I miss something?" Jared asked with a confused look.

This earned him another slap.

"OW WHAT THE HELL" he cried out again and glared at Gen, who was glaring right back.

"That right there….is for being an oblivious douche bag."

Jared rubbed his arm in pain and pouted, before returning back to his cleaning duties.

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Misha finally reached his own apartment and collapsed onto the couch.

He couldn't take his mind off Jensen.

Misha felt his stomach twist uncomfortably at the thought he may have screwed up their friendship with his stupid drunken antics last night and he really hoped they could move past it.

Without further thinking, Misha pulled out his phone and sent a text to Jensen.

Are we good? M

He pocketed the phone and decided sleep was in order.

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Jensen felt his phone vibrate from where he sat on his couch, he pulled it out and seen Misha's name.

"Are we good?" Jensen repeated as he read the text out loud.

He sighed heavily, slumping back into his couch and running a hand down his face. It was a good question, are they good?

Even Jensen wasn't sure, so he ignored the message in favour of getting some sleep.

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He woke up abruptly to a loud knock on his apartment door.

Jensen grumbled and made his way to the door, swinging it open to reveal a sick looking Jared.

"To what do I owe this pleasure? You look like hell." Jensen muttered, heading back to the couch and letting Jared follow him into the apartment.

"Well judging from what Gen said to me earlier, I'm guessing I missed something pretty huge last night due to me being and I quote…'a drunken ass'. Figured I'd stop by and see how you're doin'?" Jared said, planting himself next to Jensen on the couch.

Jensen rolled his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Actually you have missed a lot…"

Jensen started, hearing his phone buzz again and took it out.

There were 2 more messages from Misha and a missed phone call. The guy clearly wanted to talk and Jensen wasn't sure if he could face the heartache today, so he threw his phone on the coffee table, receiving a curious look from Jared.

Jared grabbed Jensen's phone and flipped through the recent messages, weirdly Jensen didn't even have the energy to stop him.

"Are we good...I think we should talk...Stop ignoring me Jensen, just call me back…" Jared read Misha's texts aloud and threw the phone back on the table, turning to Jensen.

"…these are all from Misha, something happen with you guys? Have you fallen out?"

Jensen closed his eyes, bracing himself for the talk with Jared that was bound to happen eventually.

"When I said you've missed a lot…I wasn't kidding, not just last night…but for the past year."

"Listening…you know you can tell me anything man, I know we joke around…but you're like a brother to me." Jared said encouragingly, which made Jensen feel slightly guilty for not telling him sooner.

"I think I'm in love with Misha"

Jared's jaw fell slightly, his mouth opening and closing for a few moment while he wrapped his head around what Jensen had said.

"Our Misha?"

"How many Misha's do you know dude?" Jensen said with a roll of his eyes.

"Right…sorry, are you serious? How? When? What the hell man, you're straight…I've only ever known you to date girls, you're into guys now?…how could you keep this from me?" Jared ranted, standing up and pacing the floor.

"Woah woah, slow down…firstly I'm not 'into guys now'; I'm into ONE guy…that guy being Misha. Secondly, I'm sorry I didn't tell you alright, it just came as a bit of a shock…I freaked out, a LOT and I just figured over time that it would pass, but it didn't." Jensen finished with a duck of his head and Jared seen the sadness sweep over his best friend, he returned to his side quickly.

"Ok…let's ummm…why don't you start from the top?"

Jensen spent the next hour re-counting the past year, telling Jared everything. About how he feels, how he felt when he seen Misha for the first time and how he struggled with his sexuality.

He explained how that feeling never went away, how it's stronger than ever and Jared listened intently throughout, offering support. Jensen finished telling his best friend about what had happened last night and the conversation he and Misha had this morning.

"So I guess, that's it now…I know he doesn't feel the same, he clearly regrets last night and I should have expected that, in fact I DID expect that…so I don't know why I got so angry, guess it just hurts more than I thought. I just need a day or two to cool off and I'll be fine, Misha and me…WE will be fine, I'm not losing him over this."

Jared frowned and shook his head sadly.

"So what…You're gonna continue being friends, despite the fact you're clearly in love with Misha and it's gonna kill you every day to be around him…what happens when he finds someone Jensen? That will hurt you so much; you can't seriously expect this to work…"

Jensen felt tears forming again and he held them back for the sake of his dignity at this point. Jared's words sunk in and it's not as though Jensen hadn't thought of all this before, but he didn't want Misha out of his life…he wouldn't cope.

"Maybe it will hurt for a little while…but when I find someone, which I will. Everything will be fine and we will all move on. I refuse to lose him as my friend, so this is my only option…he will never feel the same about me, so I guess he will find his girl one day and settle down, I'll just have to be OK with that."

"Or his guy…" Jared muttered.

Jensen turned confused eyes to his best friend and shook his head.

"Did you just say guy?"

Jared nodded as though it was common knowledge.

"Yeah…Misha is bisexual…you can't tell me you didn't know this? You guys talk about everything…for God's sake Jensen he kissed you last night…that's gotta set off your gaydar?"

"I had no idea…I just figured last night he was drunk and it was a mistake, it's not uncommon and yeah we talked about everything…except relationships. He mentioned a couple of past girlfriends, but I never wanted to go in depth cause it pained me to hear him talk about his conquests. So wait…he's really Bi?"

"Yep…he dated some guy for like a year before he joined Supernatural. I can't believe you didn't know."

Jensen shook his head in disbelief. Of course Misha was Bi, it made perfect sense and the guy didn't like to be labelled, he's a quirky free spirit after all. Jensen mentally slapped himself for being so stupid.

"Doesn't matter anyway, he made it perfectly clear he regrets last night…so I move on."

"Sorry man, I don't know what to say except…I'm here for you, whenever you need to talk more about it. You have my support dude." Jared said, with a sad smile and patting Jensen on the back.

He appreciated the support from Jared and felt like a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

After Jared left the apartment, Jensen collapsed on his couch again with a sigh and picked up his phone.

You're starting to worry me…please talk to me Jensen, don't make me come over there!"

Jensen read the last text from Misha and once again ignored it, he wouldn't come over uninvited and Jensen just needed some space.

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A couple of hours passed, Jensen now sat watching re-runs of Supernatural on the CW and thankfully for him they were early episodes, no Castiel.

Normally Jensen wouldn't watch himself on TV, but his brain was so fried he didn't have the energy to switch channels and most of the time he was spacing out anyway.

A knock sounded on his apartment door and Jensen frowned, pulling himself up and making for the door.

He opened it to reveal a pissed off looking Misha on the other side.

*Shit*

"Oh…it lives!" Misha cried out dramatically, pushing past Jensen and into his apartment.

Jensen gulped loudly and shut the door behind him, his head and heart not quite ready for the battle he knew was coming. It had been a long day.

"What's up Misha?"

The other man came to a stop in Jensen's living room and spun around, with an angry frown on his face.

"Why haven't you answered any of my texts Jensen?"

"Didn't get any texts, haven't checked my phone." Jensen said quietly.

Misha glanced around and seen Jensen's phone lying on the coffee table and scoffed loudly, picking up the phone waving it around.

"Oh you mean this phone…you're telling me, that since you left Jared's this morning you haven't checked THIS phone once…the phone that's been lying on your table…"

Jensen shrugged, not knowing how to answer. He didn't have the energy to fight right now.

Misha sighed, unlocking Jensen's phone with ease and laughing bitterly, shaking his head.

"Oh look…four messages from me…and they have all been read..." Misha said, throwing the phone back on the table.

"What the hell Jen? This is to do with last night isn't it?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and closed his eyes, willing Misha to just disappear at that moment.

"Look Mish, I'm not really up to this right now ok…"

"No…not ok, I'm sorry but we're talking about this now."

Jensen whipped his head up to meet Misha's eye and reluctantly nodded, but neither man moved from their position standing in the living room.

"Look Jensen…last night, I was drunk…I'm sorry, I don't want one little incident screw up our friendship ok?"

Jensen felt his anger re-surface and bubble.

"Little incident, huh? You know what…let's just move on and forget about it, because that's clearly what YOU want to do. Screw how I'm feeling about all of this…"

Jensen ranted angrily, before calming himself down and taking a deep breath.

"…I'm sorry, it's just been a long day. I agree, let's just move on…I'm still your friend, I'm not going anywhere."

Misha shook his head confused and took a step towards Jensen.

"No…wait a minute, I need to know…I'm a little confused…are you mad at me because I said I wanted to forget about this? How exactly are you feeling about what happened?" Misha enquired, coming to a stop in front of his friend.

Jensen ducked his head and stared at the ground, wanting it to swallow him whole and refusing to meet Misha's eye.

Misha caught the look on Jensen's face and took a disbelieving step backwards.

"That IS why you're mad at me isn't it? Because you need to know…the only reason I want us to move on from it, was because I figured it would make you uncomfortable…I made a bold move last night, something I wasn't brave enough to do while sober and the only regret I had was that I potentially screwed up our friendship and scared you off."

Jensen's head shot up in record speed at Misha's declaration and his eyes widened in shock.

"You're saying…last night was intentional? You wanted to kiss me…it wasn't just a drunken mistake?" Jensen asked stumbling through shaky breath.

Misha nodded in confirmation and it was his turn to duck his head, a slight blush creeping up his neck.

"Wow…now I feel like a total idiot…but you thanked me, for stopping it…"

"Yes because I didn't want it to go too far and for you to regret it. I don't wanna lose you Jensen" Misha stated, his blue eyes fixing firmly on Jensen's.

"You like me?" Jensen asked, his heart pounding fast and his insides doing jumps of joy at the idea.

"Yes…I've liked you for quite a while now…how could I not?" Misha said firmly.

Though his words seemed confident, Jensen could see him shaking and took a step forward.

"You do realise I kissed you back last night, right?" Jensen asked, watching Misha's brow frown in confusion.

"You did? I just remembered me pouncing you…and you stopping it. Wait, why would you kiss me back…you weren't that drunk…"

Jensen chuckled and took another step closer to his friend.

"No I wasn't drunk and yes I kissed you, hell I was the one who pushed you down on the bed and the only reason I stopped it, was because I didn't wanna take advantage. But you have no idea how badly I wanted to carry on."

Misha's eyes widened, almost comically and he took a brave step into Jensen's personal space.

"I'm beginning to."

Jensen was the one who closed the gap, hooking his hand behind Misha's head and crashing their lips together, it a much more co-ordinated, sober kiss.

Misha yelped in surprise, but quickly melted into the kiss and pressed himself into Jensen's body, wrapping his arms firmly around his friend's neck and pulling him closer.

They broke for air and both men were panting, trying to catch their breath.

"So you like me too…wait, I'm confused…I thought you were…"

"Straight? Doesn't look that way…I have liked you since the moment I laid eyes on you and that's never gone away…guess Gen was right, it's the person you fall for. Labels be damned."

Misha laughed in surprise and buried his head in Jensen's neck, soaking up everything that was this moment.

"I don't know about you, but I am sick of denying this anymore…I want you Jensen" Misha said, lifting his head and meeting with the green eyes in front of him.

"Could not agree more."

Misha grinned in response, before tugging Jensen into another kiss.

Jensen moaned freely into Misha's mouth and his friend used that advantage to deepen this kiss, his tongue brushing against Jensen's and the kiss turning needier by the second.

He pushed Jensen backwards, until his back hit a wall and Misha pressed closer, devouring Jensen's willing mouth and taking the upper hand. Jensen let Misha manhandle him, cause damn if it wasn't the hottest thing ever and he settled for roaming his hands down Misha's back and resting on his hips.

Misha surged forward, grinding their hips together and broke away from Jensen's mouth in favour of sucking his lover's neck, determined to leave possessive marks.

"Ah fuck…please Misha…I need…" Jensen panted, moaning loudly at the friction and the sensation of Misha's tongue lapping at his neck.

He soon got the message, hands finding the hem of Jensen's t-shirt and pulling it roughly over his head, before returning to his place sucking on Jensen's neck hungrily. Misha's hands roamed the now naked chest in front of him, brushing roughly over nipples and digging his nails in bare skin, causing Jensen to hiss in pleasure and buck his hips more insistently against Misha's.

Truth was, Jensen loved being pinned down and the fact it was Misha doing the pinning made it more worthwhile. Jensen started to push at Misha's jacket and quickly discarded it on the floor, both of them kicking off their shoes and Misha practically tearing off his own shirt, buttons flying everywhere.

Jensen was harder than he had ever been, painfully so and he started pushing Misha backwards towards the bedroom, kissing the entire way there and hands exploring each other's naked chests.

As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, Misha was on Jensen and his hands making quick work of Jensen's belt buckle, whipping it off in record speed and setting to work on unzipping his jeans.

Jensen moaned loudly as Misha pushed his jeans down to the floor and Jensen assisted in stepping out of them. He let Misha push him towards the bed, all the while his lips never leaving Jensen's.

Misha pushed him down onto the bed, causing a yelp from Jensen and he stared up at Misha who was standing above him, with a feral look in his eyes.

"Fuck…you have no idea how long I've waited…to get you like this." Misha growled, his eyes roaming hungrily over Jensen's nearly naked form and his gaze landing on Jensen's hard cock pushing obscenely against the cotton of his underwear.

Jensen felt exposed and it felt damn good, his arousal reaching heights he never thought possible and he sat up abruptly, grabbing at Misha's jeans and making quick work of the belt. Misha gasped in surprise at Jensen's sudden boldness, but let him do what he wanted.

He pushed Misha's jeans down and made him step out of them, Jensen sat on the edge of the bed and pulled down Misha's underwear, leaving him completely naked and exposed for Jensen. Needless to say, it was a pretty daunting moment for Jensen who had never seen another man's dick up close and Misha's dick was currently inches away from his lips.

Misha noticed the look on Jensen's face and gripped his chin, tilting his head up.

"Jensen you don't have to do anything you don't want…I get this is…new…I…"

The way in which Jensen responded, nearly knocked Misha off his feet.

His tongue reached out and tentatively licked the head of Misha's now dripping cock, while Jensen held on firmly to the base. He pulled back with a small smile playing on his lips and looked up at Misha, who was staring down in disbelief.

"Misha…just, shut up." Jensen said with a sly smile and a wink.

Jensen surged forward, feeling confident and took Misha's erect cock into his mouth and moaning around it, causing vibrations to flood through Misha.

"Ah holy shit Jen." Misha moaned, his hand immediately gripping Jensen's hair.

He watched as Jensen Ackles went down on him and Misha still couldn't believe his luck. This wasn't the plan; this wasn't supposed to happen…he never thought in a million years that Jensen would feel the same way that he did.

Yet right now, there they were. Jensen clearly inexperienced in giving blow jobs was making up for it in enthusiasm and if truth be told, he was doing a damn good job. Misha was on cloud nine, watching himself disappear in and out of those perfect lips.

Jensen was going with what he liked, stroking what part of Misha he couldn't get in his mouth and using his tongue to lap at the underside, sucking hard. Jensen was enjoying this, hearing the sounds above him, feeling the weight of Misha resting on his tongue and pleasuring the man he had fallen for.

"Jen…you have to stop, I'm gonna come…can't come yet…" Misha rambled, pushing Jensen off him reluctantly.

Jensen sat back, licking his lips and shooting a wink in Misha's direction, before peeling off his own underwear and tossing them across the room.

Misha gulped loudly, before surging forward and pressing a kiss to Jensen's lips, pushing him backwards up the bed and lying on top of him. The sudden sensation of their hard cocks pressed together, made Jensen break from the kiss with a loud moan and bucking his hips for more friction.

"Oh my God…that feels awesome, fuck Misha…I need more…please" Jensen begged, his hips bucking wildly against his lovers, hands coming down to grip Misha's ass tightly and press him closer.

He moaned along with Jensen, thrusting his hips against the ones below him and gripping Jensen's waist tightly. Misha pressed his forehead against Jensen's, their eyes wide open and staring into each other, panting wildly as the speed picked up and Misha pressed a firm kiss to Jensen's lips.

"What do you want Jensen?" Misha asked through stuttered breath.

"All of you." Jensen whispered, moaning quietly and Misha gasped, nodding in understanding.

Jensen reached out and pulled open the drawer beside them, pulling out a bottle of lube.

"I don't have…condoms."

"Don't know about you, but I haven't slept with anyone for a year…I'm clean."

Jensen nodded, his heart leaping at the comment.

"Me too."

Misha poured a generous amount of lube on his fingers, before working them down towards Jensen's now spread legs and he quickly found his entrance.

"You sure about this?" Misha asked, fingers circling the hole but not pressing in.

"Fuck yes…a year Mish…a whole fucking year, I want you."

He smiled down at Jensen, leaning down to kiss him passionately as he pressed his fingers inside and began to work his lover open.

The burn, it was the first thing Jensen felt and he immediately tried to squirm away. It fucking hurt, but Misha was insistent and continued; pressing kisses to Jensen's lips and occasionally reaching down with his other hand to stroke Jensen's cock.

Misha scissored Jensen open as best he could, one finger, two fingers and finally three. Jensen was finally relaxing by the third and pressing down against Misha's talented fingers, needy little moans leaving his lips.

"Fuck…ahhh, more…I need more." Jensen panted desperately.

"Yeah...fuck yes." Misha whispered in Jensen's ear and removed his fingers.

He slicked up his cock, moaning at the friction and lined himself between Jensen's legs. His cock now pressing firmly against the hole, with a final kiss to Jensen's lips, Misha sunk inside of his friend in one smooth motion.

Misha groaned loudly at the tightness surrounding him and once fully inside, he took a minute to let Jensen relax.

Jensen's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and his breathing was staggered. Misha ran one hand down Jensen's cheek and pressed a light kiss to his temple.

"Open your eyes handsome…"

Jensen opened his eyes and stared deeply into the blue ones above him.

"…are you ok?"

"mmmhmm" He nodded stiffly.

"I'll make it feel good, I promise" Misha re-assured Jensen, kissing the tip of his nose and waited for another nod from his lover, before finally moving back out and pushing back in.

Misha went slowly, thrusting lazily in and out of Jensen, kissing him throughout.

Jensen broke away from Misha lips and gripped his hips tightly, urging Misha closer.

"Oh god…more, move Mish" Jensen moaned, lifting his leg up around Misha.

The change in position sparked something in Jensen and he cried out in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head. Misha smirked, knowing he had finally hit the right spot and continued his thrusts, faster and harder than before. He hit that same spot on every thrust.

"FUCK YEAH…oh god baby right there…" Jensen moaned obscenely, his own hips thrusting up to meet with Misha.

Misha chuckled at the word 'baby', but it didn't stop him in his tracks and he picked up the pace, sitting back slightly and thrusting roughly inside of Jensen. He relished in the sight below him, Jensen was sweating and writhing beneath him, his back arching to get closer to Misha. The sight alone nearly tipped Misha over the edge.

He set a punishing pace, dragging blunt fingernails down Jensen's chest and causing him to hiss loudly and grip Misha's hips almost painfully.

"Mish I'm so close"

He leant down, his lips next to Jensen's ear and practically growled.

"Touch yourself Jensen, I want you to come for me" Misha whispered down his lovers ear, sitting back in time to see Jensen reach for his own cock.

Jensen stroked himself fast and firmly to match the pace of Misha's thrusts and soon he was crying out as his orgasm flooded his body. Come shot out all over Jensen's hand and up his tanned stomach and this only fuelled Misha on.

Misha continued thrusting, feeling his own orgasm building, watching a fucked out Jensen below him still basking in the aftershock and still taking whatever Misha was handing to him. This sent Misha over the edge, crying out Jensen's name and spilling deep inside of him. He rocked them both through their orgasms and finally slowed to a stop.

He pulled out of Jensen and rolled beside him on the bed.

"Fuck me" Jensen whispered with a laugh.

"Didn't we just do that?" Misha asked, laughing along with Jensen.

He chuckled, reaching over the bed for his discarded underwear and wiped down his stomach, tossing the boxers aside.

"That right there…was worth waiting a year for." Jensen said, shuffling closer to Misha and leaning over to kiss him sweetly.

Misha hummed in content and broke into a grin, nodding along with Jensen's comment.

"Most definitely."

He pulled Jensen closer and Misha was the first to drift off into a slumber.

"Love you" Jensen muttered, before placing a final kiss on Misha's head, following his example and drifting into a content sleep.

The next morning, Jensen felt a solid weight behind him and hands draped across his waist, kisses being placed on the back of his neck.

He turned over to face Misha and it still felt like a dream, waking up next to the guy he had pined after for a year.

"Morning handsome"

Jensen chuckled and kissed the tip of Misha's nose.

"Morning to you"

Misha leant in and kissed Jensen, their lips moving together perfectly.

"I could get used to this." Jensen said with a content sigh, shuffling closer to the body beside him.

"Yeah well, you better." Misha responded, resting his head on Jensen's shoulder.

In that moment, Jensen finally landed his crush and he had never been happier.

O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O

Three months later…

"So your first convention, you nervous?" Jensen asked his boyfriend, adjusting his tie.

"Nope, I can't wait" Misha responded with a grin.

"It's brutal out there…there will be a lot of questions and they will try to make you spill the plotline for this season…think you can handle it?" Jensen taunted, slapping Misha on the ass.

Misha grinned and pulled Jensen in for a firm kiss on the lips, before breaking away.

"Absolutely, they don't know who they're dealing with…but they will learn" Misha said with a wink.

Truth be told, Jensen was nervous as hell. This was Misha's first convention and the first one they will attend together, their family, co-stars and friends were well aware of the relationship he and Misha were in now, but the fandom still had no clue.

"Question…are we coming out to these guys anytime soon? They seem pretty smart and they will probably figure it out." Misha enquired as they walked out of their hotel room and knocked for Jared.

"I dunno…I'm not good with big announcements…I don't know how we should go about it…" Jensen rambled and Misha went to speak up before Jensen stopped him.

"…and NO twitter is not a good way to announce our relationship."

"Would I?" Misha said gasping and placing a hand on his heart in mock horror.

"Yes you would" Jared said as he opened the hotel room door.

"Thanks for backing me up Jared"

Misha rolled his eyes and they all headed downstairs.

Jared walked ahead with Clif in front of him, greeting fans that lined the hallways as he passed through.

Misha and Jensen walked behind them, with another guard following. Misha noted the big queue leading to what he assumed was the main hall were the panels took place and the flashes of cameras almost blinded them as they walked past fans.

"Wow, they're enthusiastic" Misha said with a laugh, leaning into Jensen.

"I seriously don't think I can get on a stage and tell them about us, it's kinda daunting." Jensen whispered to Misha.

"Hmm maybe we don't have to, follow my lead." Misha said with a smile.

He grabbed hold of Jensen's hand and held onto it firmly as they walked through the fan filled corridors, earning a collective gasp from the fandom.

Jensen's eyes went wide and he put on a smile, nodding in greeting to the shocked fans as they passed by. Misha held onto his hand firmly and they reached the end of the corridor, Jared raised an eyebrow at them holding hands, but laughed it off with a shake of his head.

Misha finally let go of Jensen's hand after hearing instruction from a member of staff to follow him and for Jensen and Jared to stay here and get ready for their panel.

Suddenly Misha surged forward and planted his lips firmly on Jensen's.

Jensen went completely still, seeing camera flashes going off everywhere and a collective squealing noise coming from the corridors, along with shocked gasps from nearby. Misha pulled away with a big grin on his face and started to follow the staff member down the corridor, leaving a stunned Jensen behind.

"Catch up with you later baby, LOVE YOU" Misha shouted back down the hallway to Jensen, who was now blushing furiously.

The fans screamed loudly and some of them even cheered, seriously?

Jensen raced down the hall after Misha and caught hold of his elbow.

"What the hell was that?"

"That is how one comes out to a fandom…think about it…no awkward speech, no weird celebrity style announcement…that little display will be on tumblr and twitter in seconds, now all we have to do is answer any questions thrown at us today…and we just agree we are in a relationship. No further explanation needed."

Jensen broke into a fit of laughter and pulled Misha into a hug.

"You're a genius."

"You forgot the evil part…" Misha said seriously, before the staff member told him they had to go.

Misha winked at Jensen and his other half made his way back towards Jared, Jensen got out his phone and sent a text to Misha.

Love you, evil genius. X

Love you too…I'll show you just how evil I can be later tonight ;) x

With that response, Jensen laughed and counted down the minutes until he had his boyfriend alone again.