Title: cyborgs from a very sexy future
Author:
_mournthewicked
Pairing: James/Misha & Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: ~ 1,600 (Drabbles are not my forte.)
Disclaimer: Look up fiction in the dictionary. You won’t find a picture of this story, but the definition of the word ‘fiction’, which this is.
Summary: James and Misha lose the sex-off, fail at making snow angels, and have to share the hot tub with two horny teenagers. It's the best vacation ever.
Notes: This is a timestamp in the reinventing love 'verse and it takes place immediately after the end of magnets. It was written forkarabou, who made a generous donation for this "drabble" in the lightning round over at 
help_haiti. Beta by the always fabulous kamikaze_redux.
Misha collapses on top of James in a sloppy, sweaty pile and pants harshly into the side of his neck. James rubs his back in slightly uncoordinated little strokes.
“I give up,” Misha rasps. He blinks the sweat from his eye and rests his hand low on James’s bare stomach. “We can’t keep up with them. We’ll never win.”
“Yeah,” James pants. “I don’t think I’m gonna get it up again for a fuckin’ month.”
“I sincerely hope that isn’t the case,” Misha replies, and James hisses when Misha’s thigh brushes his oversensitive dick. The headboard in the next room continues to thump against the wall in a steady rhythm, and the thin plaster does little to muffle the sounds of pleasure coming from that bed.
“They can’t be human,” James declares as he wraps an arm loosely around Misha’s shoulders. “No one can fuck that much. They’re cyborgs from a very sexy future.”
“Who do you think is topping this round?” Misha asks casually as his heart rate gradually starts to return to normal.
“Jensen, definitely,” James replies. “He screams like a little bitch when he’s taking it and it’s Jared making all the noise right now.”
They lie there in silence for awhile, cuddling and listening to the dulcet sounds of Jared and Jensen humping like wild animals on the other side of the thin cabin wall.
“Well, at least we rang in the new year right,” James says as he stretches out. Misha runs his hand along James’s chest and idly circles a nipple. Jared and Jensen’s headboard hits the wall so hard that James and Misha’s bed rattles. Both boys let out loud cries and James and Misha look at each other and laugh. “I have an idea. Get dressed.”
“Dressed?” Misha repeats. “It’s four in the morning. What are we doing?”
“We’re gonna make snow angels,” James says simply as he rolls out of bed. Misha looks at him like he’s gone insane and James just gives him a maniacal grin and pulls on his pants. “Come on, sweets. I’ve never really ever played in snow.”
“I guarantee you that the snow will still be there when we wake up,” Misha tells him. James looks up at him with those big, colorful eyes and purses his lips out into a pout. Misha narrows his eyes. “It’s cold and I’m drunk and I’m tired.”
James pulls on a sweater and then kneels onto the bed, leaning over Misha and propping himself up on his hands.
“Come on, babe,” James says softly, rubbing their noses together. “Come play in the snow with me. Then we can get in the hot tub and I can kiss that pretty mouth.”
“You can kiss this pretty mouth right here in this warm bed,” Misha mumbles, but James is sliding his hand up the center of Misha’s chest and looking at him with those eyes. He can feel himself caving. “I guess the hot tub sounds kind of nice.”
“It does!” James cries, and then flings himself off of the bed. He tosses Misha’s clothes at him and then goes over to the window to look out at the snow as he gets dressed. Misha yawns blearily as he bundles up and shoots one last longing look at the messy bed before James is grabbing his gloved hand and leading him out of the room.
The entire downstairs area of the cabin is covered in sleeping bags and air mattresses; people are passed out everywhere. They quietly make their way through the maze of bodies and slip through the front door.
They hop off of the porch and Misha smirks as James gives a full body shudder. Misha is a born and bred LA boy, but he’s been coming up here to Big Bear since he was a kid. It doesn’t take long for him to acclimate to the cold. But James grew up in Texas and relocated to LA. He barely even knows what snow is.
“Okay,” James chatters. “So it is a little cold.”
“You wanted this,” Misha replies. He pushes James into a snow bank and he squeaks as he falls. Misha lets out a chuckle as James flips over and glares up at him. “Make your snow angel.”
James smirks and kicks Misha’s legs out from underneath him. He lands on top of James and looks up at him with a bemused expression. James just laughs and rolls them in the snow.
“I’m sending you my medical bills when I get frostbite,” Misha mumbles. James laughs and presses a quick kiss to Misha’s lips before reaching up to pull Misha’s knit cap down over his freezing ears.
“You know I’m crazy about you, right?” James says suddenly. Misha swallows hard and blinks a few times. James is very vocal about his feelings and Misha isn’t, so moments like these make him squirm. Misha manages to nod and pull James in for a passionate kiss.
They roll over in the snow and James shrieks when some of it falls down the collar of his jacket. Misha laughs and reaches back to scoop the snow out of his shirt. He grabs the back of James’s head and presses their foreheads together as James shivers in his arms.
“You weren’t meant for the cold, sweets,” Misha says teasingly. They call each other sweets all the time; it’s the only term of endearment that Misha freely uses. But not in front of anyone else, of course. James gives him a playful glare and Misha swipes his warm tongue over James’s freezing lips. “Now how about that hot tub?”
James grins and Misha helps him up out of the snow. The hot tub is on the back patio. It’s huge and there’s snow piled up around it. Misha takes off the cover and turns on the jets, and they both strip in record time before climbing in.
“Oh sweet baby Jesus,” James says as they sink into the water. Misha smirks and it turns into a soft smile when James wraps and arm around his waist under the water and pulls him close. “This is amazing.”
“It’s pretty great,” Misha mumbles, eyes slipping shut as he tucks himself against James’s side. James curls his fingers under Misha’s chin and tilts his face up. They look at each other for a long moment before James pulls him even closer and kisses him.
It’s a good, long kiss; the kind that makes you lose track of time.
Misha’s lips are starting to tingle when the sound of laughter makes them pull apart. Jared and Jensen come stumbling out onto the back patio and they both freeze when they spot Misha and James in the hot tub.
“Oh, hey!” Jared says brightly. “We didn’t know you guys were out here.”
“How the fuck are you two still conscious?” James asks incredulously. “Let alone up and walking around.”
“I dunno,” Jared replies. Jensen is just sort of staring at them and keeps randomly giggling. Drunk isn’t even the right word to describe what they are right now. They rolled right past drunk hours ago. “We wanted to use the hot tub. Jensen might have pulled something.”
“My hamstring,” Jensen adds with a nod. “Jared got a little excited.”
Jared pets Jensen’s head apologetically and Jensen kisses his cheek. Misha snorts.
“Can we hop in there with you?” Jared asks. “We’ll stay on the other side. No funny business.”
Misha and James look at each other and shrug. Misha gestures towards the other end of the hot tub and Jared and Jensen grin. They start to pull off their clothes and then Jensen looks up at them accusatorily.
“Close your eyes!” Jensen commands. Jared pauses in unbuttoning his jeans and shivers in the cold. Misha and James share a look and roll their eyes before covering their eyes with their hands. There’s a bit of splashing and they pull their hands away to see Jared and Jensen cuddled up on the other end of the tub.
“Mm, feels good,” Jensen breathes as he rests his head on Jared’s shoulder. He looks at James and Misha and smirks. “You guys lost the sex-off.”
“We weren’t playing,” Misha lies. Jensen just gives him a knowing smirk and he huffs. “Whatever, shut up. You guys are freaks.”
They quiet down for awhile after that, just relaxing in the hot water. James has one arm wrapped around Misha’s shoulders, fingers threading through the hair at the base of his skull while Misha absently presses kisses to his shoulder.
“You guys are really cute,” Jared says suddenly. Misha opens his eyes to glare at Jared. He’s smirking at them and Jensen laughs into the side of his neck. James just turns his head and kisses his forehead. Misha sighs happily.
Jared and Jensen start kissing after awhile, and once it starts to get a little graphic Misha reaches over the side of the tub and makes a snowball. James laughs as Misha chucks it at Jared and Jensen. It hits the spot where their chests are pressed together and they both pull back with a gasp.
“Okay, okay!” Jared shouts. “We’ll be good.”
James laughs against the side of Misha’s head before he presses a kiss to his temple and he just smirks at the two teens. Jensen chuckles and curls up against Jared’s side again.
Misha lets out a soft breath and melts against James’s side. They all sort of settle down after that, just relaxing and enjoying being in this hot little oasis in the arms of the person they love, surrounded by crisp snow.
They all stay there until the sun rises on the very first day of the year.
And after that? Well, they sleep until dusk, of course.
[end.]
♥
Author:
_mournthewickedPairing: James/Misha & Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: ~ 1,600 (Drabbles are not my forte.)
Disclaimer: Look up fiction in the dictionary. You won’t find a picture of this story, but the definition of the word ‘fiction’, which this is.
Summary: James and Misha lose the sex-off, fail at making snow angels, and have to share the hot tub with two horny teenagers. It's the best vacation ever.
Notes: This is a timestamp in the reinventing love 'verse and it takes place immediately after the end of magnets. It was written for
karabou, who made a generous donation for this "drabble" in the lightning round over at help_haiti. Beta by the always fabulous kamikaze_redux.Misha collapses on top of James in a sloppy, sweaty pile and pants harshly into the side of his neck. James rubs his back in slightly uncoordinated little strokes.
“I give up,” Misha rasps. He blinks the sweat from his eye and rests his hand low on James’s bare stomach. “We can’t keep up with them. We’ll never win.”
“Yeah,” James pants. “I don’t think I’m gonna get it up again for a fuckin’ month.”
“I sincerely hope that isn’t the case,” Misha replies, and James hisses when Misha’s thigh brushes his oversensitive dick. The headboard in the next room continues to thump against the wall in a steady rhythm, and the thin plaster does little to muffle the sounds of pleasure coming from that bed.
“They can’t be human,” James declares as he wraps an arm loosely around Misha’s shoulders. “No one can fuck that much. They’re cyborgs from a very sexy future.”
“Who do you think is topping this round?” Misha asks casually as his heart rate gradually starts to return to normal.
“Jensen, definitely,” James replies. “He screams like a little bitch when he’s taking it and it’s Jared making all the noise right now.”
They lie there in silence for awhile, cuddling and listening to the dulcet sounds of Jared and Jensen humping like wild animals on the other side of the thin cabin wall.
“Well, at least we rang in the new year right,” James says as he stretches out. Misha runs his hand along James’s chest and idly circles a nipple. Jared and Jensen’s headboard hits the wall so hard that James and Misha’s bed rattles. Both boys let out loud cries and James and Misha look at each other and laugh. “I have an idea. Get dressed.”
“Dressed?” Misha repeats. “It’s four in the morning. What are we doing?”
“We’re gonna make snow angels,” James says simply as he rolls out of bed. Misha looks at him like he’s gone insane and James just gives him a maniacal grin and pulls on his pants. “Come on, sweets. I’ve never really ever played in snow.”
“I guarantee you that the snow will still be there when we wake up,” Misha tells him. James looks up at him with those big, colorful eyes and purses his lips out into a pout. Misha narrows his eyes. “It’s cold and I’m drunk and I’m tired.”
James pulls on a sweater and then kneels onto the bed, leaning over Misha and propping himself up on his hands.
“Come on, babe,” James says softly, rubbing their noses together. “Come play in the snow with me. Then we can get in the hot tub and I can kiss that pretty mouth.”
“You can kiss this pretty mouth right here in this warm bed,” Misha mumbles, but James is sliding his hand up the center of Misha’s chest and looking at him with those eyes. He can feel himself caving. “I guess the hot tub sounds kind of nice.”
“It does!” James cries, and then flings himself off of the bed. He tosses Misha’s clothes at him and then goes over to the window to look out at the snow as he gets dressed. Misha yawns blearily as he bundles up and shoots one last longing look at the messy bed before James is grabbing his gloved hand and leading him out of the room.
The entire downstairs area of the cabin is covered in sleeping bags and air mattresses; people are passed out everywhere. They quietly make their way through the maze of bodies and slip through the front door.
They hop off of the porch and Misha smirks as James gives a full body shudder. Misha is a born and bred LA boy, but he’s been coming up here to Big Bear since he was a kid. It doesn’t take long for him to acclimate to the cold. But James grew up in Texas and relocated to LA. He barely even knows what snow is.
“Okay,” James chatters. “So it is a little cold.”
“You wanted this,” Misha replies. He pushes James into a snow bank and he squeaks as he falls. Misha lets out a chuckle as James flips over and glares up at him. “Make your snow angel.”
James smirks and kicks Misha’s legs out from underneath him. He lands on top of James and looks up at him with a bemused expression. James just laughs and rolls them in the snow.
“I’m sending you my medical bills when I get frostbite,” Misha mumbles. James laughs and presses a quick kiss to Misha’s lips before reaching up to pull Misha’s knit cap down over his freezing ears.
“You know I’m crazy about you, right?” James says suddenly. Misha swallows hard and blinks a few times. James is very vocal about his feelings and Misha isn’t, so moments like these make him squirm. Misha manages to nod and pull James in for a passionate kiss.
They roll over in the snow and James shrieks when some of it falls down the collar of his jacket. Misha laughs and reaches back to scoop the snow out of his shirt. He grabs the back of James’s head and presses their foreheads together as James shivers in his arms.
“You weren’t meant for the cold, sweets,” Misha says teasingly. They call each other sweets all the time; it’s the only term of endearment that Misha freely uses. But not in front of anyone else, of course. James gives him a playful glare and Misha swipes his warm tongue over James’s freezing lips. “Now how about that hot tub?”
James grins and Misha helps him up out of the snow. The hot tub is on the back patio. It’s huge and there’s snow piled up around it. Misha takes off the cover and turns on the jets, and they both strip in record time before climbing in.
“Oh sweet baby Jesus,” James says as they sink into the water. Misha smirks and it turns into a soft smile when James wraps and arm around his waist under the water and pulls him close. “This is amazing.”
“It’s pretty great,” Misha mumbles, eyes slipping shut as he tucks himself against James’s side. James curls his fingers under Misha’s chin and tilts his face up. They look at each other for a long moment before James pulls him even closer and kisses him.
It’s a good, long kiss; the kind that makes you lose track of time.
Misha’s lips are starting to tingle when the sound of laughter makes them pull apart. Jared and Jensen come stumbling out onto the back patio and they both freeze when they spot Misha and James in the hot tub.
“Oh, hey!” Jared says brightly. “We didn’t know you guys were out here.”
“How the fuck are you two still conscious?” James asks incredulously. “Let alone up and walking around.”
“I dunno,” Jared replies. Jensen is just sort of staring at them and keeps randomly giggling. Drunk isn’t even the right word to describe what they are right now. They rolled right past drunk hours ago. “We wanted to use the hot tub. Jensen might have pulled something.”
“My hamstring,” Jensen adds with a nod. “Jared got a little excited.”
Jared pets Jensen’s head apologetically and Jensen kisses his cheek. Misha snorts.
“Can we hop in there with you?” Jared asks. “We’ll stay on the other side. No funny business.”
Misha and James look at each other and shrug. Misha gestures towards the other end of the hot tub and Jared and Jensen grin. They start to pull off their clothes and then Jensen looks up at them accusatorily.
“Close your eyes!” Jensen commands. Jared pauses in unbuttoning his jeans and shivers in the cold. Misha and James share a look and roll their eyes before covering their eyes with their hands. There’s a bit of splashing and they pull their hands away to see Jared and Jensen cuddled up on the other end of the tub.
“Mm, feels good,” Jensen breathes as he rests his head on Jared’s shoulder. He looks at James and Misha and smirks. “You guys lost the sex-off.”
“We weren’t playing,” Misha lies. Jensen just gives him a knowing smirk and he huffs. “Whatever, shut up. You guys are freaks.”
They quiet down for awhile after that, just relaxing in the hot water. James has one arm wrapped around Misha’s shoulders, fingers threading through the hair at the base of his skull while Misha absently presses kisses to his shoulder.
“You guys are really cute,” Jared says suddenly. Misha opens his eyes to glare at Jared. He’s smirking at them and Jensen laughs into the side of his neck. James just turns his head and kisses his forehead. Misha sighs happily.
Jared and Jensen start kissing after awhile, and once it starts to get a little graphic Misha reaches over the side of the tub and makes a snowball. James laughs as Misha chucks it at Jared and Jensen. It hits the spot where their chests are pressed together and they both pull back with a gasp.
“Okay, okay!” Jared shouts. “We’ll be good.”
James laughs against the side of Misha’s head before he presses a kiss to his temple and he just smirks at the two teens. Jensen chuckles and curls up against Jared’s side again.
Misha lets out a soft breath and melts against James’s side. They all sort of settle down after that, just relaxing and enjoying being in this hot little oasis in the arms of the person they love, surrounded by crisp snow.
They all stay there until the sun rises on the very first day of the year.
And after that? Well, they sleep until dusk, of course.
[end.]
♥
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