Uncontroversial Behavior

Misha loved cons, but they did take a lot out of him. This Friday in particular had dragged on into the late hours of the night. He was thankful to be back at the room where he could turn public Misha off for a little while and relax. He had hoped that Jensen would aid him with his own special relaxation technique, but he opened the door to a dark room.

Misha shut the door quietly in case Jensen was asleep. Sighing, he sloughed off his sport coat and turned to the fridge to get a bottle of water.

"Late night, Misha?" came Jensen's voice from the darkness.

Misha promptly jumped and dropped his water. "Christ, Jen! You scared the hell out of me. Thought you were sleeping."

"Not sleeping," said Jensen.

"So... you're just sitting here in the dark? Everything okay, babe?"

"I saw you tonight."

"Saw what," asked Misha, trying to decide exactly where this conversation was headed.

"Saw what." Jensen huffs a laugh. "Saw you and Sebastian practically grinding each other on the stage tonight. Did you think that was cute?"

Misha knows this is a trick question. Knows by the tone of his voice that Jensen isn't playing. Still, he's Misha and he just can't help but poke the bear.

"As a great philosopher once said, 'I think I'm adora...'" The words die on Misha's lips as Jensen is suddenly right on top of him, spinning him around and slamming his chest against the door.

"Shut. Up." Jensen growls and Misha can feel the hard line of Jensen's cock grinding against him, and yeah, Misha can get behind that.

"It's not enough for you to encourage those girls down there," Jensen says quietly in his ear. "No, you have to go get all handsy with that fucking man whore."

"Jen, baby," Misha breathes into the door. "We were just blowing off some steam. Come on, you know Seb; he flirts with everyone. I'm pretty sure I've seen him come on to a coffee machine before."

"I don't care who he comes on to. I care about him putting his hands on things that belong to me."

"Mmm, possessive. I like. Are you going to have to teach me a lesson, Jen?"

With a snarl, Jensen grabs a fistful of hair at the back of Misha's head and pulls him away from the door, spinning him back around. "Clothes. Off."

"You really know how to sweet talk a girl, don't you," Misha snarks, but when Jensen doesn't say anything or break his stare, Misha swallows and quickly begins to strip, soon standing naked before him.

"Down," Jensen says firmly, cold green eyes boring into him, practically staring him to his knees.

As soon as Misha is kneeling in front of Jensen, he reaches out for his belt but his hands are smacked away roughly. Jensen palms himself through his jeans, just inches away from Misha's face. "My show, Mish," he says calmly.

Misha swallows hard and licks his lips, transfixed by the motion of Jensen's hand and the thick outline of his cock. He loves Jensen like this. Rough, demanding, not putting up with his shit, just making him take.

"Please," he whispers.

"Begging already, Misha? But we've only just started." Jensen smirks and slowly begins to undo the buckle of his belt. He yanks the strip of worn, brown leather from around his waist with a snap. "Look at me," he says. "So beautiful, Mish. No one else gets to have you like this. All mine, down on your knees just for me. Isn't that right?"

"Yours, Jen. Only for you," Misha says softly, reveling in the praise.

In one fluid movement, Jensen has the belt, still warm from his own body heat, wrapped around Misha's neck and pulled through the buckle. It's not so tight as to cut off his air, but tight enough that Jensen is completely in control and it's all Misha can do to not come right there on the floor.