Guarding Misha (cockles body guard AU)

1. Chandelier

Misha couldn't take his eyes off Johnny's new bodyguard.

"Be careful, Misha, I might get possessive," Johnny laughed his trademark cowboy laugh, eyes crinkling up at the corners and dimples deepening in his cheeks. "Jensen's next on my list."

"I'm surprised he's not top of your list," Misha laughed. "Who's at the top, Jared?"

"Oh fuck no, I might be Dean but fucking with Sam would probably get me fired," Johnny smirked, eyes glinting as he took a sip of his scotch on the rocks. "No, I'll only fuck as high up as say, a guest star? Maybe even a recurring guest star. Know anyone who might be interested?"

Misha took a nervous gulp of his wine. Johnny and him have been dancing this dance for years, he's surprised Johnny wasn't tired of it. Misha found the attention flattering but whilst Johnny might be important enough to the show to weather something like that, Misha's character Castiel was already on thin-ice. He was inspiring a huge cult following but all the bromance fans thought him an interloper, he couldn't even sit next to Johnny during publicity anymore, Johnny so much as looks at him and the fans started screaming. Some in delight, others not so much. So as much as Misha would like to fuck the living daylights out of that cocky mouth and see those come-hither eyes lose it, he wasn't going to.

Johnny's bodyguard Jensen though, he was harmless fun. He'd been standing behind Johnny all night, blank expression on his face, eyes scanning the room, like he was guarding the fucking president rather than some hollywood celebrity. Jensen looked a couple years younger than Misha, wasn't loomingly tall or overly muscled like most security guards, but he was alert and light on his feet so Misha figured he'd be able to guard Johnny's hot little ass well. Mostly, the studio probably just stuck Jensen next to Johnny because he looked freaking unbelievable in a suit, in the hopes that Johnny would tolerate his presence a little more. Playing Dean had gotten to the guy's head, he thought he was badass. Johnny did have a weakness for a pretty face though, so he probably didn't mind having Jensen standing so close behind him all the time. Personally, Misha thought the whole move was a complete miscalculation. Johnny was going to fuck Jensen and poor Jensen wouldn't be able to say no, then it would be wham bam thank you Kevin Costner and onto the next body guard. Misha wondered if he should warn Jensen about that, but Jensen didn't look at all interested in what Misha had to say, all his attention was on Johnny.

Eventually, when Johnny went to the bathroom and waved away Jensen's offer to accompany him, the bodyguard finally did notice Misha. Jensen felt Misha staring at him and turned cool green eyes around to rest on his face. Two could play this game, Misha held his gaze and waited for Jensen to blink and look away. Jensen didn't, he just kept looking at Misha like he was assessing him. Misha tilted his head back and lifted an eyebrow, attempting his best hardcore Castiel look. He'd been told by his minions that that look could kill. Well, not so much. Jensen's face wasn't showing any trace of a smile, but his eyes were starting to gleam. Fucker didn't think Misha was hot, he thought he was funny. Misha winked at Jensen and stuck his tongue out, exaggeratedly running it over his own lips. He could see small breaths making Jensen's torso spasm, saw Jensen cross his arms over his chest to suppress the urge to laugh at Misha's antics. Saw him eventually double over and cough into his hand like he was choking. Misha smiled, maybe he didn't want to fuck Jensen, maybe he just wanted Jensen to think he was funny. That whole body laugh thing Jensen was doing, Misha loved that.

"If you think that's amusing," Misha said, placing a hand on Jensen's shaking shoulders. "You should see me dance, or better yet, dance with me."

Jensen tried to stand up, tried to school his face into something resembling professionalism but then Misha did a dorky little bum wiggle fist pump thing and Jensen lost it all over again. Coughing and spluttering into the ground, turning his back to Misha so he didn't have to look at him. And the view of Jensen's ass when he was bent over like that, made Misha wonder about fucking him again. Maybe fucking him and making him laugh at the same time and feeling those laugh spasms feed all the way back up his cock. Okay, Misha, stop.