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

Chapter Forty-Eight

Jared also left wet naps at the foot of the bed - they're on the floor now - and I wipe them across our skin before crossing over to the bathroom to discard them in the garbage can. Misha is all satisfied, lazy smiles and riotously tousled hair upon my return, looking completely fucking blissed out. He has half the blanket thrown back, keeping a spot open and ready for me.

I waste no time sliding in next to him, tugging him close and gathering him against my chest. We tangle together under the sheets, one of my legs thrown over Misha and our arms wrapped around each other, a goopy, sappy feeling melting my insides. The sensation is perfect, amazing, dragging a fog of afterglow so thickly through my brain that I can't hope to fight it. It's a pleasure and fulfillment that reminds me of sunbeams, soft and warm, something I might lay in if I were a cat.

"I missed this," I murmur, bringing his hands up to kiss his palms. "I wanted you to touch me again so bad." Everything just hurt for his caress. It's a balm on my being. And he's the only one who can be this for me.

Misha tucks his face against my neck with a soft sigh.

"It was so hard not to."

"It was harder for me. You know how I am."

Misha laughs a rich, rumbling laugh, turning over in my arms and wiggling back against my chest until he's comfortable.

"I do know how you are." He fumbles under the sheets, seeking my hand. Finding it, he draws my arm up to drape over his side and around his stomach. The bedspread shuffles as we shift to get more comfortable, slotted together so familiarly with our legs tangled.

"Then you know that I can't go without you for that long ever again." Covering his hand with my own, I slip my fingers between his where they're resting together over his belly. "The stress of withdrawal already took five years off my life, at least."

"Five years?" Misha feigns shock, rolling over to lay on top of me and pinning my hands to the headboard above me in one swift move. I choke on a sharp breath. He uses his whole body to pin me wide-eyed underneath him and grins. "We can't afford for that to happen again, now can we?"

"No," I breathe out, voice wavering with longing as my cock rears its idiotic head. I could've sworn I was dried out for the night. "And every night I had to get into freezing cold bedsheets-"

Misha lowers his head at the same time I lift mine off the pillow. I catch his lips with my own, drawing him into a heated kiss. He settles into me, falling into the kiss.

His hands travel down my sides, over my stomach, across my chest and up the side of my neck to trace my cheekbones before following their path back down again. Seeking out my member between us, Misha lifts onto his knees, lowering himself slowly down the entire length as he kisses me back into the pillow. I'm too exhausted to do more than drag my hands through his disheveled hair, around the back of his neck and back up to cup his face. We simply lie like this, curling into each other, my fingers threading in his hair while my other hand rubs up and down his back every so often.

"I couldn't sleep without you," I whisper, fingers dragging absently through his messy strands and tracing his pronounced cheekbones. Even as I speak, Misha's presence lets me slip into a middling state of consciousness that dulls the fine edge of excitement just enough to lull me into much-needed slumber.

"I'll wait until you fall asleep." Misha tucks the blankets around us, nuzzling my chest in a valiant attempt to apparently burrow himself under my skin, and leaving a streak of stubble burn to prove it. "So you know I'm here and you don't get scared."

I can feel his lips twitching in a teasing smile against my pecs, and I lift his face to cradle it between my hands, pushing them into his hair and down the back of his neck to sweep them over his shoulders. A thank you rumbles in back of my throat, my thumb sweeping across his cheek. I rest our foreheads together briefly, eyes closed and breathing soft. I know I won't even open my eyes until noon tomorrow.