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

Chapter Eleven

I push Misha's door open before dawn the next morning without bothering to knock.

He's standing with his back to me, changing into his running clothes, as I knew full well he would be at this hour.

Do I just want to see Misha naked again?

Absolutely not; I simply wanted to say good morning to my baby angel...

Misha gives a start as I close and lock the door behind me.

"You are not alone," I wink, striding past him to the window.

I notice that in the span of the few brief hours I was back in bed with Dani, Misha removed the soiled sheets from the bed to be washed, exposing the bare mattress.

I'm rocked by a powerful bolt of desire just thinking about how they came to need that wash so badly. If it wasn't for our considerable fitness, the obscene amount of fucking we've been doing lately, and the bottles of water and Gatorade still lining the foot of the bed, we wouldn't be able to stand this morning, much less jog.

What is it that people say? Gay men do it better; prostate orgasms are the best in the world...

True as fuck, all of that.

"No, it seems I never am," Misha mutters, rolling his eyes and resuming his efforts to pull a blue sweatshirt over his head.

"Oh, relax," I smirk, stopping to rest my elbows on the window ledge and peering out at the early morning cityscape.

The cloudless sweep of sky is pale beyond the outline of gleaming high rises and apartment buildings, the early sun splaying pastel colours across the horizon. "It's not like I haven't seen you in more...compromising positions."

I turn to give Mish an appraising once-over.

He's basically edible in his black and blue nylon running gear. I still don't know how he manages to look so good in the morning, when my eyes are still swollen with sleep and I feel like there's a fucking frog lodged in the back of my throat.

"You call your mom back yet," he asks, perching on the edge of the bed without looking up from his phone.

"Not yet," I sigh. I walk over to sit down beside him and pull him onto my lap. "She probably just wants to make arrangements for Christmas."

"She and your dad and sister are coming over, right?"

"Mhmm." I mouth at his neck, revelling in the comfort and weight of him on top of me. "Probably."

I snake my hands into his fly to fondle him through his orange briefs. "They're super excited about the twins."

"Of course they are," Misha smiles mirthfully. "What parents wouldn't be?"

"Well, they're not the ones who're going to have to deal with being puked on, daily."

"I'm sure they'd love to, though," he chuckles absently, fingers flying across the screen at lightening speed. "Will you take your hand out of my pants," he murmurs after a beat.

"Probably not..."

"I'm texting my wife," he appends, as if I asked or cared.

I run my nose along his throat, purring in his ear.

"Sorry. You just have no idea the horny hell you subject me to. It's fucking hard walking around with a raging boner every time I'm near you..."

What's a guy to do? He's just the hottest thing on legs ever, a real sex angel. The way his ass twitches when I talk to it, those stupidly big, sapphire eyes that throw me off guard with a terrible force of longing every time I look into them, that throaty Cas voice of his - ugh, dammit... He overwhelms me with reckless impulses. Naturally, I can't keep my hands off of him.