Guarding Misha (cockles body guard AU)

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Jensen could smell cinnamon and coffee. The softest kisses were being laid down all over his face and he could hear a familiar voice murmuring his name. The light filtering through the curtains were golden and they danced in the depth of Misha's eyes like fire.

"It's 6 in the morning," Misha said before clasping the back of Jensen's neck and attacking his mouth.

Jensen grabbed hold of Misha's t-shirt, still damp from his morning run and pulled him down into the sofa bed. In about two seconds flat, Misha was stretched out naked beneath Jensen and Jensen was driving himself into Misha. Misha felt incredible and looked splendid and Jensen was beside himself with desire.

"Mish, Misha, I love you," Jensen said brokenly, his whole body shaking and his hips jerking hard and fast.

He was going to come, he grabbed hold of Misha's hair, tangling his fingers into the soft dark mess and let Misha feel all his desperate longing.

"Jensen," Misha groaned sinfully. "You are so wicked."

And right before Jensen's eyes, Misha's face shifted into Johnny Valenti's. Handsome emerald eyes sparking, pink mouth quirked, tongue running over gleaming white incisors as he clasped Jensen tightly into his hips. "What am I going to do with you?"

Jensen pulled back, thrashing hard to get loose but Johnny's legs wrapped around his hips like a boa constrictor and all Jensen could do was scream.

* * *

Even through the barrier of his earphones and the closed study door, Misha heard Jensen's shout. He ran from the front door to the spare bedroom, without even taking his keys out of the lock. Jensen had his eyes closed and his fists around his morning hard-on, but he definitely wasn't enjoying himself. Misha grabbed a hold of Jensen's shoulders firmly and called his name steadily until he stilled and slowly opened half dreaming eyes.

"Misha," Jensen said very softly. He looked so utterly lost and afraid, Misha cringed.

"Yeah, babe, I'm here," Misha wrapped him into a hug, stroking his hands soothingly up and down Jensen's back.

"Oh wow, I'm so embarrassed," Jensen grunted, gently pushing Misha back. "I'm okay now. Really."

And just like that, Jensen was back to his confident, impressive self. Misha felt like he should be getting whiplash from how Jensen could oscillate from vulnerable to carrying the weight of the world on his capable shoulders.

"Some dream you must have had," Misha said, there was no hiding from the fact that Jensen had ejaculated sometime during his fantasy of horror and arousal. It was all over Misha's running shorts.

Jensen paled when he saw the state of Misha's pants. Did he just come all over his celebrity client? Then he realised what Misha had been up to and two spot of colour rose in his cheeks, Jensen was furious.

"You went running without waking me?" Jensen asked.

"Hey, I run every morning," Misha said.

"Exactly, so if whoever is stalking you, because lets face it, that's what they are doing, knows that, he or she will be sure to exploit your routine!" Jensen said, jumping up and grabbing hold of his clothes. He couldn't remember in his half awake state what he'd done with his underwear last night so he stepped into his black jeans commando. He should take the AC/DC shirt Misha lent him off but it smelt so good and maybe Misha wouldn't notice.

"Have you seen my jacket?" Jensen asked.

"It's in my room," Misha had the good grace to blush a little.