That's When We Uncover [Jensen Ackles + Misha Collins | Cockles | mxm]

Chapter Ten

I like to think I'm a pretty manly man.

But it's times like these, when I'm pacing around my bedroom in a cold sweat while my wife slumbers peacefully on, that have me questioning said masculinity.

Fuck it, I relent after more pacing and hair-pulling and lip-biting than I care to admit to.

I slip out of the dark room, and stride towards the only one I want to be in right now.

To my dismay, Misha is wide awake and siting up in his bed. He regards me evenly as I steal inside, shutting the door quietly behind me.

We stare at each other for a long, heated moment, my heart fluttering somewhere up in my throat.

"Took you long enough," he surmises in the darkness of the room.

My lips crash onto his even before I all but fling myself atop his slim, sinewy body. Then arms are encircling me tightly and the sound of our heavy breathing, the heat of his slick tongue duelling with mine in a passionate kiss, dispel every iota of anxiety I've been feeling.

I mold my body against his, hands snaking through his hair and slithering underneath his navy bathrobe to grasp at his hot, hot, velvety skin.

"I love you, man," I gasp on a momentary break of suction. I can't stop saying it. I won't; I refuse to.

I take his lips to mine again, pushing the hot, lithe thing back on the mattress. Maddened with desire, I accept his tongue so deep I can barely breathe.

The kiss is a desperate dance to displace reason with fiery passion, and I moan with the sudden, irresistible urge to throughly debauch the beautiful asshole who turned my life upside down and made it so I couldn't go a single night without him.

I kiss him greedily and possessively, sucking his tongue and licking all throughout the hot cavern of his mouth while my fists work furiously at his - goddammit didn't I say no more clothes - bathrobe.

I rip the navy fabric from his shoulders and yank it down to his waist while he subjects my clothes to an equally fervent assault.

I try to somehow plaster our bodies together permanently, noses bumping and teeth clashing in the brutal kiss. Every touch sears me to my core, his fingers like burning matchsticks on my skin and ragged breaths catching in my chest as I push my tongue as deep as it can go inside his sweet, sensual mouth.

We kiss forever, or at least until my jaw starts to ache. I gasp when our lips finally part, eyes flying open to stare directly into Misha's huge blue ones.

I lower my hand to palm his crotch through his orange briefs, humming with satisfaction at the answering hardness I find there.

"Already," I laugh breathlessly. "But we're just getting started."

Misha grins wickedly before pushing me onto my back beneath him, his hands catching him on either side of my head.

He toys with my mouth, chuckling as I wrap my arms around his neck and attempt to pull him down for another searing kiss. He dodges my efforts, lips skirting playfully along my own and making me groan in annoyance.

"Shh," he chuckles breathily. "Jensen-" he breaks off on a moan when I start to lave my tongue across his chest, overwhelmed with the need to love him all over.