Guarding Misha (cockles body guard AU)

5. T-Shirt

Jensen was waiting for Misha at craft services, Misha didn't know what to say to Jensen, he was exhausted and a lot creeped out. Misha looked at the table laden with food and didn't feel like eating any of it. Jensen picked up two plates and filled them, then he came over and asked Misha to sit down with him.

Misha looked at the plates piled high with roast meat and grilled corn and all kinds of salads.

"You have an appetite at a time like this?" Misha asked, incredulous.

Jensen smiled and pushed one of the plates towards Misha, carefully setting out a knife and fork either side of it.

"Eat up Misha, don't let him get into your head," Jensen advised. "Look after yourself, stay alert and use your resources, friends, family, it will be all right."

"Jensen, I don't care if some dip shit has my house under surveillance, the police are going through it and they will find every device, I care that you got dragged into my stupid Hollywood shit," Misha said at last.

Jensen shrugged. "I look pretty hot in that photo. Probably will get me an onscreen role if it goes viral."

Misha stared at Jensen, he could see Jensen's eyelashes fluttering as he said this. "You are lying."

"Fuck yes, it's the most embarrassing thing ever okay," Jensen said. "I mean my friends, my parents, could see that one day. And the cops said it looks like a still from a movie. There's a movie! And you are in it with me."

Now that Jensen voiced his worst fears Misha felt a heck of a lot better. It struck him that they were both adults and it's not like much really happened that morning. Jensen had a scary sex dream, he came on Misha when Misha tried to help him, like what's wrong with that. They didn't even do any naughty touching. Platonic friends went through that all the time. Right? The whole thing was funny if you think about it.

"You could do a lot worse than have me in that video with you," Misha joked tentatively.

Jensen was grinning at him now, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Mish, if we really wanted to get the stalker back we should just make a proper one and put it on the internet."

Misha did the 'are you serious' eye flick at Jensen.

"Let him know there's no room for blackmail. And prove to the world that I can do more than premature ejaculation."

Misha started chuckling, Jensen trying to cheer him up was the cutest.

Then Jensen waved his steak knive and said. "Heck, Mish, lets get married."

Misha choked on a mouthful of rice salad. He stared at Jensen fervently, until Jensen went bright red in the face.

"I was kidding," Jensen said. "We've known each other two days."

Misha grabbed hold of Jensen's free hand, threading their fingers together, his eyes fixedly gazing into Jensen's.

"Misha, that wasn't a proposal," Jensen was flushed now. A couple of the crew were looking over at their table.

"You should at least ask for a pre-nup," Jensen said. "God, you're pulling my leg right."

"I don't have all that much money," Misha said. "You got any money?"

"No," Jensen giggled.

"So why are we discussing finances, when we should be making plans for the honeymoon," Misha winked.

"You are such a dick, stop," Jensen was smothering his mouth with his own hands to stop his hysterical laugher from coming out, he was developing the hiccups. "I'm not marrying you, your stalker will skin me alive."