Wrong Or Right (Jensen X Reader & Misha X Reader)

The BBQ

You had last remembered seeing a lighter in the garage, having placed a pack of them there during your last shopping trip. Jensen and Misha made their way into the living room where everyone else was already lounging on the furniture, waiting for dinner. You bypassed the room, heading through the kitchen, into the garage, before shutting the door and leaning against it.

You had done so well the past week, keeping Misha out of your mind. But one glimpse into his eyes, and you were gone. Turning to face the door, you hit your head against it a couple of times, frustrated beyond belief.

"Y/N, is everything okay in there?" Jensen's voice came from the other side of the door, and you stepped back so he could open it. "I thought I heard something bang against the door."

You grabbed the lighter from the side cupboard. "Yeah, I just hit my foot. You know how clumsy I can be."

Nodding, he grabbed it out of your hand, and followed him to the backyard, where everyone had gathered to. Your backyard was your favorite place of your entire house. It had a generous lawn, with a swimming pool in front of it. To the side was a large, concrete patio, with a built in fire pit, along with different pieces of patio furniture, including the chaise lounger you would spend every day in if you could.

Across from the fire pit was Jensen's pride and joy, a state of the art BBQ. He had already brought the meat out, and was in the process of lighting it up. You walked over to the table, where Jared, Rob, and Rich sat, along with Gen. Opening the outdoor cooler, you made sure everyone had something to drink. "So Gen, Jared said you work on the show?" You asked, sitting down next to her, ignoring the pair of blue eyes that were currently staring into your back.

"Yeah, I just started a week ago. Everyone has been so nice. Especially Jared." She answered, and you couldn't completely hold back your chuckle.

"Jared?" You teased, earning a glare from the man.

"Hey, I can be nice!" He argued, which had everyone at the table laughing.

Gen stared at Jared, a mischievous look in her eyes. "Is there something I should know about? Y/N, maybe you and I should have a talk." She teased, and right away you knew the two of you were going to become good friends.

After giving Jared a hard time, you went back over to Jensen, who looked very manly while manning the grill. "How's it going babe?" You asked him, wrapping your arms around him, and leaning your head against his shoulder. You didn't miss the way Misha's eyes darkened as he took in the cuddling. In a way you felt guilty, but Jensen was your husband after all.

"Not too bad. Meat should be done soon, if you want to bring the other food out." He told you.

"Sure." You answered, turning to head back into the house.

"Hey Misha, can you help Y/N?" Jensen yelled, and you felt your body stiffen for a moment before you forced yourself to relax. You waited at the door for Misha, who jogged over to you.

He walked with you silently to the kitchen, but when you were away from people's prying eyes, he turned on you. "Y/N, I don't know what the hell to do." He told you, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"What do you mean?" You asked, nervously taking a step back, until your back hit the wall.

He sighed. "I keep telling myself you are off limits, that I can control myself around you. Then I see you, just a glimpse, and all my resolutions go to hell. And it's not like I can keep my distance from you. Jensen's my best friend, I will see you all the time!"

Running your hands through your hair, you answered him. "I know exactly what you mean. I had promised myself that I would forget my feelings about you, that I wasn't being fair to you, Jensen, or even me for that matter."

He stepped forward, raising his hand toward you, before dropping it. "So, what do we do?" He asked.

Without answering, you opened the fridge and started grabbing items from the fridge, giving yourself time to think. Misha seemed to understand that you needed a moment, because he stayed silent, grabbing items as you pulled them out. When everything was out and ready to go be taken outside, you turned to Misha. "I can't really think now. Not with all the people here, and Jensen right outside. Tomorrow's Sunday, and I know Jensen and Jared are going golfing. Why don't you drop by, and we can talk. With no outside interruptions."

He considered your suggestion, placing a finger against his lip as he thought. "Sounds good to me. When do they go?"

"They want an early tee time, so around 9. Why don't you come around 9:30. Then we can talk, and figure out where to go from here." You told him, as you grabbed the items. Not waiting for him to answer, you walked outside, placing the food on the table, just as Jensen announced that the rest of dinner was done. Misha had followed behind, silently placing the food on the table, before backing up and leaving you alone.

Soon everyone had their plates piled high, and were sitting around the table, enjoying the company and the food. You were sitting next to Gen, getting to know her, while Rob and Jensen talked about the upcoming convention's concert. Jensen had his arm casually wrapped around the back of your chair, rubbing his fingers up and down your shoulder, the touch intimate but unconscious at the same time. Leaning into it, you looked up to see Misha clenching his fist around his beer bottle. The look of desire and despair in his eyes had you reeling, and you self consciously licked your lip, watching as his eyes moved down, following the movement. Leaning over, you whispered into Jensen's ear, before grabbing a couple of the empty food containers, planning on taking them back to the kitchen. Misha shot up, grabbing some others, following behind you. Before you could even set them down, Misha was on you, backing you against the fridge, his hands on either side of your face.

"Do you know how hard it is to watch you, watch how Jensen is able to run his hands all over you, and know that will never be me." He told you, his forehead against yours, as frustration had him wound tight. "I thought I was just pining against something I couldn't have, but it's not just lust I feel. I know we were going to talk about this tomorrow, but Y/N, I needed to tell you. What I'm feeling? It's as if the sun was hiding until you came along. Now, my world is full of light, and colors, and I don't want to lose that feeling. I'm afraid that I'm falling in love with you." He told you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, before backing up, and away from you.

Standing there shocked, you could only watch as he grabbed his coat and his keys. "I need to go. Please tell the others I'm sorry for rushing out. I will see you tomorrow."

He left, and you stayed in the kitchen, your thoughts in turmoil. You weren't sure what you felt for Misha. You weren't sure your emotions were as strong as his, but what if they were? What would you do?