The Doctor & The Writer.

11

"Mish." I whisper nudging him. "Please tell me you're not asleep."
"Would you carry me upstairs if I was?" He mutters half asleep.
"Do you wanna find out or would you rather just be a really nice boyfriend and come up?" I ask turning the t.v off. Misha pushes himself off my shoulder and looks at me. "Come on." I stand up.
"Why can't we just pass out on the couch?"
"Because I need to put Vaseline on you and the bed is comfier, cmon." I reach my hand out.
"You know I can do it myself." He mutters.
"Ok so do you want to? I don't mind, mish."
"No I like when you do it. You're so gentle.. I was just saying it kinda feels like you're babying me."
"I'm sorry." I open our door and he lays down taking his pants off. "Do you still want me too do this?" I ask.
"Yes and I still want you to move in but maybe.. Can I have like a I don't know.. Maybe a little mystery?"
"I use to smoke." I grin dipping two fingers in the jelly.
"Really?"
"Oh yeah."
"I use to have earrings- ah- this.. This isn't helping anymore god it's starting to feel good." Misha closes his eyes.
"Do you want me to stop?" I ask.
"No no keep going." He pushes back onto me. I lean down and kiss at his hips. God his hips. I've wanted to just cover them in marks. Hickeys, scratches, indents of my nails digging into them. I slowly move down until I can take him in my mouth. "Jensen!" He moans a little too loudly. I look up at him and then slide down onto his dick farther. "I'm gonna come." Misha cries. "I'm gonna come." He repeats. I leave small opened kisses up his penis. I kiss the top making him come... Hard. "Mm this-this is so good." He relaxs into the bed.
"Are you good?" I ask.
"Mm hmm." He hums with a smile. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Do you.. Ya know want me to do something for you?"
"I'm good. I now have the image of you like that which will get me through anything." I grin walking to the bathroom. I look back to the bedroom to see him sliding on pajama pants with a smile. I'm surprised he even wanted to do anything like that.
"Sorry if I kinda... Made you do that.. I didn't ask you.." He walks to the door and watches me brush my teeth.
"I wanted to." I spit in the sink.
"You're not just saying that..?"
"No baby I love doing that. Look at me-" I gesture to my body. "I'm so fucking gay I would suck you off everyday three times a day for the rest of your life."
"Well I will do the same next time." He kisses my cheek.
"Are you okay? I didn't think people who... Never mind." I shake my head and put my tooth brush away.
"When people get raped?" Misha asks.
"Yeah.." I sigh.
"Maybe I didn't get raped Jensen. Maybe I seemed like I wanted it." He shrugs.
"Hey. You listen to me." I grab his arm. "Unless you say have sex with me then it's rape. I don't fucking care if you were laying naked in bed."
"You weren't even there." He shrugs my grip off.
"If I was there I would've beat the shit out of them."
"See I don't know why people can't just accept it. They either over react or under react."
"You're my boyfriend Misha, my fake husband I care about you or I wouldn't have been crazy enough to help you out with your parents." I take my pants off and sit on the bed.
"I.. I know. It's just annoying."
"I'm sorry." I mutter even though I feel like I shouldn't be apologizing.
"No I'm sorry." He walks over and swings both legs on each side of me. "I've never actually had someone care about me."
"Well you have to start somewhere." I run my hands down his back softly.
"Just stay with me forever." Misha grins widely.
"Ok so when we actually do get married we can't invite your parents?"
"We will tell them were renewing our vows."
"Mm ok." I nod and then toss him to the side of me. "Good night." I grin as he laughs.