Running Away

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Chapter Two:

Misha's POV:

Jensen grabbed Misha's arm. Misha could've sworn sparks flew, but he was turned the other way. He had his hand on his door's handle, about it push it open.

"Misha," Jensen breathed.

Misha looked down sadly, "Yeah?"

"I'm glad it happened, too." Jensen took a few steps closer to Misha, his face inches away from Misha's head. Misha turned his head to see out of the corner of his eye. Jensen's face was looking down, but Misha could still see that he was scowling a sad smile. Misha turned his entire body, to fully look at Jensen. He out his finger's one the green eyed man's cheek, raising his face to look into his eyes. With his free hand, Misha opened the door and pulled Jensen in. He locked it quickly and turned to the smiling Jensen. His eyes were bright and happy. Once the door was closed, Jensen out his hands on Misha's face and kissed him passionately. Misha was surprised, but equally happy.

"Too fast?" Jensen pulled his lips away.

Misha smiled, "No. Just perfect." He put his hands on Jensen's face and crashed his lips against Jensen's. These kisses they shared were not like their first kiss. The first kiss they shared was emotional and nieve, these kisses were hungry. Each kiss was like a the fresh, first gulps of air by a newborn baby. Jensen pushed his body against Misha's, pulling the dark haired man's face closer. Misha's hands fell to his sides, he wriggled in pleasure against Jensen. Jensen pulled away and smiled, breathing breathlessly. Misha smiled ear to ear, finally knowing what to do with his hands and put them on Jensen's waist. Jensen smiled and leaned to give Misha a kiss but Misha pushed Jensen onto the bed. He almost fell over chairs, but even if he did he wouldn't care. Jensen chuckled excitedly, moving his hands down to Misha's chest.

Jensen's POV:

Jensen wanted Misha. He wanted Misha to be his everything, his. I wanted to hold Misha's hand and he wanted to hold him in his arms. He wanted to kiss him, and touch him. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Misha Collins. Misha was his everything, and Jensen wanted to be Misha's everything.

Misha smirked and pushed Jensen more and more on top of the bed. He kicked off his shoes like a child and jumped on the bed with Jensen. Jensen smiled, kicked off his shoes and pulled himself up more on the bed, so he was fully on the bed. Misha sat next to him, staring lovingly into Jensen's eyes. Jensen put his hand on Misha's cheek, pulling him into a kiss. Misha put his hands on the bed around Jensen, leaning against him. Jensen, still in a deep kiss with Misha, moved himself to be kneeling on the bed. Misha ousted himself up to kneel aswell. Jensen tugged on Misha's belt straps, unbuttoning his pants. He pulled down Misha's jeans, sliding his fingers under Misha's boxer's elastic. Misha yelped happily, causing Jensen to slow down. Misha ripped down Jensen's pants, causing Jensen to yelp. Misha kissed down Jensen's neck, causing him to moan.

Misha whispered between kisses, "You. Are. My. Everything."

Jensen took Misha's head into his hands, "That all I ever want to hear." They kissed, a long, deep, emotional kiss. It was like their first kiss, but longer and with more tongue. But it had the same electricity, the same tingle of love.