Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

The somewhat different religious Order

1.

The task for Jensen was to be obsequious in the following hours. Not easy for the young actor, who always liked to have a say and had the next steps in his head.

On the other hand, he enjoyed the charm of the unforeseen when playing with his friends — not worrying about what other people thought of him. Because that's what the four were all about –– immersing themselves in the emotional world and being in harmony with their own and other bodies for a few hours.

To be more vulnerable, more open ... no false shame, and no suppressed feelings.

He loved this game and his teammates –– at the level of friendship and the sexual.

The script was written ...

It had only been a few days since Jensen decided to take a closer look at this Order.

All he'd learned as a missionary was this Order taught the truth about the church, life, and power.

It wasn't up to him to question that, but he was only required to do whatever his leaders told him without any ifs or buts.

"Rawr," Sam growled and slowly walked towards them when Misha and Gabriel came out of the bathroom.

A suit, a shirt with suspenders, a tie, pants, socks, and shoes ... all in white.

Sam's heart started beating faster automatically. The two just looked breathtaking. Like angels ... fucking hot angels. She was dressed all in white and helped Misha tie the tie since his hands were slightly shaking with a loving kiss on the cheek.

It had been some time since all four had done anything together, and the excitement wasn't just written all over his face.

One last glance at the clock told the three members that Jensen had to arrive at any moment. Everyone knew their job, and after they had fooled around, they went to the playroom where Gabriel and his wife were relaxing on the sofa to avoid missing anything.

Misha wiped his sweaty hands on his thighs and waited expectantly.

"I'll ask you a few questions, and I want you to be honest with me."

"Of course, sir."

Two chairs stood in the middle, and Misha and Jensen sat opposite each other.

The conversation revolved around sexual desires and temptations, even his experiences before his missionary work. Not wanting to get into trouble, the quiet, shy missionary sat upright with his hands folded, listening obediently, trying his best not to betray too much.

Jensen softly responded with the gentleness of a mouse interrogated by a lion.

"I feel discomfort," Misha remarked and looked him hard in the eyes, which moved restlessly back and forth, chuckling inwardly as his younger friend nervously played with his hands.

Misha wasn't hidden, Jensen staring at him unabashedly in the crotch.

"Have you ever felt same-sex attraction?"

"No way!"

A few uncomfortable questions followed, and Jensen could barely meet Misha's eyes.

"...I don't watch porn..."

"Have you ever had fantasies about a man? Did you stare at his body or his crotch?"

"N-no," Jensen replied hesitantly, feeling the blush rise.

"Are you sure?"

Jensen nodded and took a deep breath.

Of course, as an actor, it wasn't difficult for him to be in the role. What was more difficult was that his lover was sitting opposite him.