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This is the most writing I will probably get done all day, so:

ETA: this is NOT an actual story. Because then it would have headers and stuff. But. It's pretty?



Misha: "Jensen, whether you come or not, I AM going to the farmer's market.
We're out of milk."
Jensen: "So buy milk!"
Misha: "Are you CRAZY? Do you know what conventional farming involves these days? The udders of those poor cows get infected and FESTER and there's pus in the milk-- in the MILK, Jensen, which you DRINK-- and I, yeah, no freaking way. I saw a documentary about it."
Jensen: "So buy organic milk!"
Misha: "... I refuse to support large commerce."

And Jensen is all "whoa tiger" with his hands up about it, and Jeff is casually like "hey milk!" and puts it in his coffee, and Misha gives him the death glare and is all, "enjoy your mad cow," and Jeff is like *eyebrow?* *nomnomcoffeenom*

me: And Misha very calmly goes and gets his bag and is all, "Jensen, if you're too paranoid to let me leave your SIGHT like an ADULT, we will HOLD FUCKING HANDS."

me: And so Jensen is meekly dragged around the farmer's market with Misha, their hands sweating together and a little awkward and yet Jensen kind of likes that Misha hums and swings their hands in the elevator, letting go of his craziness in about two blocks.

me: and Jensen feels vaguely disloyal for LIKING this, Misha holding his hand tight, the sunlight on them, accepting everything Misha pushes at him ("peaches, you've got to try--" and Misha pushing a sticky warm slice up to Jensen's mouth, the juice slopping over Misha's fingers, and Jensen just opening for it on hot reflex, stopping just short of sucking Misha clean right there in front of everybody).

poisontaster: And everyone there KNOWS Misha. And Misha gets into these CONVERSATIONS with everyone and then they're all smiling and nodding at him going, Land who's this?" In that overly interested TONE, and Misha's like, "O, I told you about Jensen." And they're like, "OH! THIS is Jensen??" And Argh! Because that means Misha's been TALKING about him to other people.

me: HEE. Yes. And Jensen just wants to cringe down and die because they're LOOKING at him and it's not like a mild look, it's very INTERESTED in him and this is not covert and this is not GOOD. And he should be angry. And yet. Hand holding. Like kids, like Renee never WOULD and Misha is like pushed against him in the crowd and leaning gently on his shoulder and smiling back at him and Jensen just cannot (can NOT) maintain a good righteous anger. Because then Misha is like "did you have breakfast?" and solicitous and taking him to the place that has
$6 omelets that feed an army.

ETA: poisontaster: And Misha gets these disgusting crepes with Nutella and strawberries and whipped cream and eats them like he's having an orgasm in his seat, which is completely ridiculous.

And then, and THEN, he makes Jensen try a bite.

...And they're not half bad, not that Jensen would ever admit any such thing. And Misha gets some of the whipped cream on Jensen's mouth and then climbs into Jensen's lap and tongues it away, cat laps that turn into one of the dirtiest kisses Jensen's ever had.

me: And Jensen knows people are WATCHING them and that makes it better than anything, actually, not that he would ever admit THAT. But Misha is affectionate and nuzzling warm and bumping their foreheads together after the kiss, which... yeah. It's dangerous and it's wrong and Jensen finds himself knotting fingers in Misha's shirt instead of pushing him away.

ETA: poisontaster: And Misha gives him this pleased cat eyed look and says, quite clearly, "I want sex now."

Which...Jesus. There are people right there. And there's a little ache as he remembers how it was with Renee, where he wanted to touch her ALL THE TIME and she almost never asked him for sex.

me: And Jensen is all stuck-tongued and he feels like he's just STARING, but Misha doesn't wither up into quiet. Looks back at him, content to park himself (on Jensen's lap in PUBLIC). After a minute, Misha shimmies closer (his damned liquid spine) and murmurs, low and rich as
cashmere, "I want you to touch me."

"Morgan," Jensen manages to rasp out.

Misha smirks. "Yeah. Him too."

ETA: poisontaster: And Jensen's brain just kind of...shuts down. He doesn't even hardly remember Misha dragging him back to the apartment.

me: And then they're BACK in the apartment and it all crashes back, all these reasons why this is bad news, everything that's happened, but Misha knots his fingers in Jensen's hair and devours him, fierce little nips that crash down his jaw, yanking on Jensen's hair to bare his throat for biting sucking kisses.

poisontaster: Misha climbs Jensen like a tree and then drags him down on the couch, hands EVERYWHERE under Jensen's clothes and his mouth everywhere his hands aren't.

me: And Jensen is taken aback by the way his own body surges into Misha, clawing at Misha like a wild thing: locking his knees into Misha's hips, knotting them together, outraged by the places they AREN'T touching. Misha growls against him and bites his chest, one in a
scattered handful of small blossoming red marks left by Misha's teeth, then purrs and licks and soothes.