Uncontroversial Behavior

Off Limits

-Summary-

Misha wants to drive the impala. Jensen's a possessive freak. Sexy times ensue.

Jensen finishes filming for the morning and heads out to the car lot out back. Being around all that sleek and shiny machinery usually helps him clear his head. Out of the corner of his eye he sees movement in one of the impalas so he walks over.

He walks up to the driver's side door and immediately recognizes the dark head of hair. He knocks on the window getting Misha's attention. Misha looks up and smiles; Jensen motions for him to roll down the window.

"I thought we talked about this last weekend- I don't want u driving the impala. I even said it was off limits."

Misha's smile turns predatory as he wraps his fingers around the steering wheel. "I vaguely remember you saying that... But I'm in it now so you might as well teach me."

"Get out Mish. This car is mine." He growls pointedly and glares at Misha's hands to make it clear he's not fooling around. He is very protective of that car. But god those are nice hands. He shakes himself free of that thought. No one drives this car but him. He doesn't even like when the teamsters touch his baby. What can he say? He spends a lot of time with the one and only Dean Winchester.

"Make me...Jen" Misha smirks into the name, knowing how Jensen only likes it when he calls him that.

Jen opens up the car door and lithely straddles Misha's lap slamming the door behind him, completely catching the shorter man off guard.

Misha's cries are lost as he lets out a strangled moan when Jensen's lips crash into his.

Jen rolls his hips just to create some friction beneath their prominently clothed erections, then palms the fabric of Misha's slacks making the man's breath hitch.

Wasting no time at all Jen reaches into Misha's pants smirking into their kiss when he realizes the man wasn't wearing underwear again.

"Always the naughty one," he whispers into his mouth.

"Some things never change," Misha says smiling into the next bruising kiss.

They normally don't do this at work, but they hadn't seen each other in weeks and there was nothing keeping them from clawing at each other since they had a free moment. While they didn't plan on meeting near the impalas, it almost makes perfect sense that that's where they would end up. Misha knows how much being around the cars clears his head. And with Misha writhing beneath him, Jensen doesn't much care where they are.

Jen reaches further down the other mans pants encouraging a groan as he teases at his slit, swirling his pre come around the head. Misha dips his head back leaving his neck vulnerable. Jen leans down taking advantage of the angle and licks a stripe from his collarbone to his earlobe. He worries the skin between his teeth and then begins whispering filth into his ear knowing how much the other man loves hearing his deep voice rumbling through his chest.

"I love you writhing beneath me, so overwhelmed you can't even form sentences," he punctuates the last word with a deliberate thrust of his hips and Misha whimpers.

After several more minutes of rutting, Jensen taps Misha's hip wanting him to raise his hips. He does and Jen pulls his jeans down to his thighs and then reaches for his own zipper. He begins fumbling and Misha stops his hands, swatting them out of the way and working on the zipper himself. Always a bossy bottom, that one. Once open, he unceremoniously yanks down his pants, boxer briefs and all revealing his flushed and leaking cock.

Misha stares at Jensen's cock with a hunger in eyes so Jensen surges down claiming Misha's pink, swollen lips into another biting kiss as he arranges himself between the older man's legs. The second their dicks touch both men moan into the steamy car. After that it's nothing but a tangle of tongues and the smooth slide of their cocks, finally hitting an easy rhythm until they have to break apart to catch their breaths. Jen pulls away so they're staring into each others eyes breathing heavily, their cocks not ceasing their rhythm, Jensen's hips pushing down harder until Misha is reduced to nothing but breathy moans and near hiccuping squeaks. As soon as he senses Misha's release, he pulls away looking coyly down as the other man whines at the loss of contact.