Upon request, he thrusted harder into Misha, letting out a loud moan as a yell threatened to creep up in this throat. “Nnng…Misha…”
The man fucked like an animal. And Misha fucking loved it. Every loud grunt and groan that filled his ears was like music, the harsh thrust of flesh inside of him..
“Mmnn..!”
He loved the way Misha moaned and yelled for him as he fucked him. It edged him on, encouraging him to move faster, harder inside him and it made him into an animal as he did so.
“Even if we explained it to them, they still wouldn’t understand.” Their fans would be thrilled if they ever found out about Misha and Jared but everyone else like their friends wouldn’t be able to. It would be strange, to say the least , and while he hated hiding it, he was still happy and loved Misha.
“I feel like.. Jensen and Richard and them.. They’d understand. Kripke and Singer and Edlund, even. Gamble, though.. And CW wouldn’t. They’d cancel the show so fast our heads would spin.”
“That wouldn’t be a good thing…” He wondered what Jensen would think and Misha was thinking that he’d be one person who understood their relationship even if no one else did.
“We owe it to our friends and the cast and crew and everyone from Supernatural to keep this quiet. The fans, too. They’d be devastated if the show was canceled,” Misha murmured. He couldn’t do that to them.
That was another reason to not say anything. Having their fans be devastated if Supernatural was ever canceled would make Jared feel terrible because he loved the show and his fans. “I’d feel just awful with that happened…I couldn’t do that.”
“But.. After the show has finished.. There’s no reason we can’t be more public about it,” he ventured, rubbing his fingers into the back of Jared’s neck.
“What d’you say, Jay?”
He closed his eyes as he felt Misha’s fingers rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m up for making it public once that happens, if you are.” Jared agreed, nodding his head.
“If our friends are.. truly our friends. They’ll understand,” he replied simply, smiling up at Jared.
“Now.. How about I spread my legs all pretty for you again, mm? Will you fuck me so hard I can’t sit tomorrow?”
He started to forget about what they were just talking about as he smirked at Misha’s words, willing or rather wanting to take him all over again so he’d have something to think about tomorrow.
“I think I’d love that…”
Misha grinned slyly at that and lay back in the pillows, parting his thighs wide for the man on top of him, exposing the most intimate part of himself.
“Still so wet and open from before.. Mm, Jared, take me..”
He was more than tempted by his gesture down below him and to not take it seemed almost like a sin and he could not allow that to be. Not even needing his lover to beg this time, he inserted his hard length inside Misha.
He groaned when Jared slid easily deep inside of him, shuddering at the burning heat that filled him up. He locked his arms around his neck once more to draw him down deep, fingernails gripping and scratching.
More scratch marks would be added to the fresh ones already on his back as he drove himself in Misha more, thrusting his hips so that they hit his lover’s easily. Pleasure washed over him.
Misha cried out each time Jared buried himself inside the older man. He groaned into his lover’s neck, every nerve alive with pleasure coursing through his veins like fire.
“Fuck.. Yes, Jay, harder..!”
Upon request, he thrusted harder into Misha, letting out a loud moan as a yell threatened to creep up in this throat. “Nnng…Misha…”
“Even if we explained it to them, they still wouldn’t understand.” Their fans would be thrilled if they ever found out about Misha and Jared but everyone else like their friends wouldn’t be able to. It would be strange, to say the least , and while he hated hiding it, he was still happy and loved Misha.
“I feel like.. Jensen and Richard and them.. They’d understand. Kripke and Singer and Edlund, even. Gamble, though.. And CW wouldn’t. They’d cancel the show so fast our heads would spin.”
“That wouldn’t be a good thing…” He wondered what Jensen would think and Misha was thinking that he’d be one person who understood their relationship even if no one else did.
“We owe it to our friends and the cast and crew and everyone from Supernatural to keep this quiet. The fans, too. They’d be devastated if the show was canceled,” Misha murmured. He couldn’t do that to them.
That was another reason to not say anything. Having their fans be devastated if Supernatural was ever canceled would make Jared feel terrible because he loved the show and his fans. “I’d feel just awful with that happened…I couldn’t do that.”
“But.. After the show has finished.. There’s no reason we can’t be more public about it,” he ventured, rubbing his fingers into the back of Jared’s neck.
“What d’you say, Jay?”
He closed his eyes as he felt Misha’s fingers rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m up for making it public once that happens, if you are.” Jared agreed, nodding his head.
“If our friends are.. truly our friends. They’ll understand,” he replied simply, smiling up at Jared.
“Now.. How about I spread my legs all pretty for you again, mm? Will you fuck me so hard I can’t sit tomorrow?”
He started to forget about what they were just talking about as he smirked at Misha’s words, willing or rather wanting to take him all over again so he’d have something to think about tomorrow.
“I think I’d love that…”
Misha grinned slyly at that and lay back in the pillows, parting his thighs wide for the man on top of him, exposing the most intimate part of himself.
“Still so wet and open from before.. Mm, Jared, take me..”
He was more than tempted by his gesture down below him and to not take it seemed almost like a sin and he could not allow that to be. Not even needing his lover to beg this time, he inserted his hard length inside Misha.
He groaned when Jared slid easily deep inside of him, shuddering at the burning heat that filled him up. He locked his arms around his neck once more to draw him down deep, fingernails gripping and scratching.
More scratch marks would be added to the fresh ones already on his back as he drove himself in Misha more, thrusting his hips so that they hit his lover’s easily. Pleasure washed over him.
“Even if we explained it to them, they still wouldn’t understand.” Their fans would be thrilled if they ever found out about Misha and Jared but everyone else like their friends wouldn’t be able to. It would be strange, to say the least , and while he hated hiding it, he was still happy and loved Misha.
“I feel like.. Jensen and Richard and them.. They’d understand. Kripke and Singer and Edlund, even. Gamble, though.. And CW wouldn’t. They’d cancel the show so fast our heads would spin.”
“That wouldn’t be a good thing…” He wondered what Jensen would think and Misha was thinking that he’d be one person who understood their relationship even if no one else did.
“We owe it to our friends and the cast and crew and everyone from Supernatural to keep this quiet. The fans, too. They’d be devastated if the show was canceled,” Misha murmured. He couldn’t do that to them.
That was another reason to not say anything. Having their fans be devastated if Supernatural was ever canceled would make Jared feel terrible because he loved the show and his fans. “I’d feel just awful with that happened…I couldn’t do that.”
“But.. After the show has finished.. There’s no reason we can’t be more public about it,” he ventured, rubbing his fingers into the back of Jared’s neck.
“What d’you say, Jay?”
He closed his eyes as he felt Misha’s fingers rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m up for making it public once that happens, if you are.” Jared agreed, nodding his head.
“If our friends are.. truly our friends. They’ll understand,” he replied simply, smiling up at Jared.
“Now.. How about I spread my legs all pretty for you again, mm? Will you fuck me so hard I can’t sit tomorrow?”
He started to forget about what they were just talking about as he smirked at Misha’s words, willing or rather wanting to take him all over again so he’d have something to think about tomorrow.
“I think I’d love that…”
Misha grinned slyly at that and lay back in the pillows, parting his thighs wide for the man on top of him, exposing the most intimate part of himself.
“Still so wet and open from before.. Mm, Jared, take me..”
He was more than tempted by his gesture down below him and to not take it seemed almost like a sin and he could not allow that to be. Not even needing his lover to beg this time, he inserted his hard length inside Misha.
“Even if we explained it to them, they still wouldn’t understand.” Their fans would be thrilled if they ever found out about Misha and Jared but everyone else like their friends wouldn’t be able to. It would be strange, to say the least , and while he hated hiding it, he was still happy and loved Misha.
“I feel like.. Jensen and Richard and them.. They’d understand. Kripke and Singer and Edlund, even. Gamble, though.. And CW wouldn’t. They’d cancel the show so fast our heads would spin.”
“That wouldn’t be a good thing…” He wondered what Jensen would think and Misha was thinking that he’d be one person who understood their relationship even if no one else did.
“We owe it to our friends and the cast and crew and everyone from Supernatural to keep this quiet. The fans, too. They’d be devastated if the show was canceled,” Misha murmured. He couldn’t do that to them.
That was another reason to not say anything. Having their fans be devastated if Supernatural was ever canceled would make Jared feel terrible because he loved the show and his fans. “I’d feel just awful with that happened…I couldn’t do that.”
“But.. After the show has finished.. There’s no reason we can’t be more public about it,” he ventured, rubbing his fingers into the back of Jared’s neck.
“What d’you say, Jay?”
He closed his eyes as he felt Misha’s fingers rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m up for making it public once that happens, if you are.” Jared agreed, nodding his head.
“If our friends are.. truly our friends. They’ll understand,” he replied simply, smiling up at Jared.
“Now.. How about I spread my legs all pretty for you again, mm? Will you fuck me so hard I can’t sit tomorrow?”
He started to forget about what they were just talking about as he smirked at Misha’s words, willing or rather wanting to take him all over again so he’d have something to think about tomorrow.
“I think I’d love that…”
“Even if we explained it to them, they still wouldn’t understand.” Their fans would be thrilled if they ever found out about Misha and Jared but everyone else like their friends wouldn’t be able to. It would be strange, to say the least , and while he hated hiding it, he was still happy and loved Misha.
“I feel like.. Jensen and Richard and them.. They’d understand. Kripke and Singer and Edlund, even. Gamble, though.. And CW wouldn’t. They’d cancel the show so fast our heads would spin.”
“That wouldn’t be a good thing…” He wondered what Jensen would think and Misha was thinking that he’d be one person who understood their relationship even if no one else did.
“We owe it to our friends and the cast and crew and everyone from Supernatural to keep this quiet. The fans, too. They’d be devastated if the show was canceled,” Misha murmured. He couldn’t do that to them.
That was another reason to not say anything. Having their fans be devastated if Supernatural was ever canceled would make Jared feel terrible because he loved the show and his fans. “I’d feel just awful with that happened…I couldn’t do that.”
“But.. After the show has finished.. There’s no reason we can’t be more public about it,” he ventured, rubbing his fingers into the back of Jared’s neck.
“What d’you say, Jay?”
He closed his eyes as he felt Misha’s fingers rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m up for making it public once that happens, if you are.” Jared agreed, nodding his head.
“Even if we explained it to them, they still wouldn’t understand.” Their fans would be thrilled if they ever found out about Misha and Jared but everyone else like their friends wouldn’t be able to. It would be strange, to say the least , and while he hated hiding it, he was still happy and loved Misha.
“I feel like.. Jensen and Richard and them.. They’d understand. Kripke and Singer and Edlund, even. Gamble, though.. And CW wouldn’t. They’d cancel the show so fast our heads would spin.”
“That wouldn’t be a good thing…” He wondered what Jensen would think and Misha was thinking that he’d be one person who understood their relationship even if no one else did.
“We owe it to our friends and the cast and crew and everyone from Supernatural to keep this quiet. The fans, too. They’d be devastated if the show was canceled,” Misha murmured. He couldn’t do that to them.
That was another reason to not say anything. Having their fans be devastated if Supernatural was ever canceled would make Jared feel terrible because he loved the show and his fans. “I’d feel just awful with that happened…I couldn’t do that.”
“Even if we explained it to them, they still wouldn’t understand.” Their fans would be thrilled if they ever found out about Misha and Jared but everyone else like their friends wouldn’t be able to. It would be strange, to say the least , and while he hated hiding it, he was still happy and loved Misha.
“I feel like.. Jensen and Richard and them.. They’d understand. Kripke and Singer and Edlund, even. Gamble, though.. And CW wouldn’t. They’d cancel the show so fast our heads would spin.”
“That wouldn’t be a good thing…” He wondered what Jensen would think and Misha was thinking that he’d be one person who understood their relationship even if no one else did.
“Me, too. Though I do wish I had a larger role. I hope Sera knows what she’s doing. The fans won’t be pleased if she kills off Castiel. Hell, I won’t be pleased, either,” he commented dryly, running his fingers absently through Jared’s shaggy hair. “But I am worried about the fans’ reactions if she does decide to do that. Turning him into the enemy was bad enough as it is.”
Castiel was a fan favorite from the start and if Sera Gamble ever had him killed off, the fans would be pissed and upset and he knew how they could get. And turning him into a new God was a way to not kill him off, at least for now, Jared thought…He wasn’t sure, though. “Yeah…The fans would be devastated if he were to die.”
“Devastated is a rather mild word for it. I’m pretty sure they’d hunt the woman down and burn her to the ceiling,” Misha commented dryly.
“Though it is nice to have such dedicated fans. I love doing these convention circuits. We owe our careers to them, we might as well do something for them in return.”
Misha was right. They probably would think about burning her on a ceiling for killing Castiel off.
“I love meeting our fans. These conventions are a great way to connect with them.” He couldn’t ask for a better group of dedicated fans who loved him and in return, they had the chance to hang out with him and the other actors from the show.
“And it’s good getting to see you. Oh and Jensen and Richard and Matt and Jeffrey,” Misha chuckled, a grin on his lips. He ran his fingers over the other man’s cheek and down his neck, feeling over the fading shadow of a bruise he’d left at their last convention together.
“I wish we didn’t have to hide it.”
His eyes casted over the bruise on Misha’s neck, feeling the same way he did about this. He didn’t always like having to hide his relationship with Misha and it made marking each other harder because they had to hide it from everyone.
“I know…same here.”
He was glad, at least, that he didn’t have to hide it from Vicki. He loved his wife, loved West, and the life they had together. But he also loved Jared. Vicki understood. She had written the book on open and threesome relationships, after all. She accepted he had too much love to give for just her and their child. As long as he was open with her about the things he did with Jared, she accepted it. And he loved her all the more for it. She really was the most wonderful woman he’d ever known.
“They’d never understand.. Not the fans, the fans would love it.. But the rest of the world. Even our friends. They’d never understand.”
“Even if we explained it to them, they still wouldn’t understand.” Their fans would be thrilled if they ever found out about Misha and Jared but everyone else like their friends wouldn’t be able to. It would be strange, to say the least , and while he hated hiding it, he was still happy and loved Misha.
“Me, too. Though I do wish I had a larger role. I hope Sera knows what she’s doing. The fans won’t be pleased if she kills off Castiel. Hell, I won’t be pleased, either,” he commented dryly, running his fingers absently through Jared’s shaggy hair. “But I am worried about the fans’ reactions if she does decide to do that. Turning him into the enemy was bad enough as it is.”
Castiel was a fan favorite from the start and if Sera Gamble ever had him killed off, the fans would be pissed and upset and he knew how they could get. And turning him into a new God was a way to not kill him off, at least for now, Jared thought…He wasn’t sure, though. “Yeah…The fans would be devastated if he were to die.”
“Devastated is a rather mild word for it. I’m pretty sure they’d hunt the woman down and burn her to the ceiling,” Misha commented dryly.
“Though it is nice to have such dedicated fans. I love doing these convention circuits. We owe our careers to them, we might as well do something for them in return.”
Misha was right. They probably would think about burning her on a ceiling for killing Castiel off.
“I love meeting our fans. These conventions are a great way to connect with them.” He couldn’t ask for a better group of dedicated fans who loved him and in return, they had the chance to hang out with him and the other actors from the show.
“And it’s good getting to see you. Oh and Jensen and Richard and Matt and Jeffrey,” Misha chuckled, a grin on his lips. He ran his fingers over the other man’s cheek and down his neck, feeling over the fading shadow of a bruise he’d left at their last convention together.
“I wish we didn’t have to hide it.”
His eyes casted over the bruise on Misha’s neck, feeling the same way he did about this. He didn’t always like having to hide his relationship with Misha and it made marking each other harder because they had to hide it from everyone.
“I know…same here.”
