Somnophilia fic (In which Jensen and Misha are on a plane)

Sep 10, 2012 05:53



Title: Dream a Little Dream

Author: dirgesong

Rating: NC-17

Pairings/Characters: Jensen/Misha
Spoilers: None
Warnings: RPF, Smut, Somnophilia
Word Count: ~2,077
Summary: They're on a plane, and Misha has decided that Jensen's lap is a great place to sleep
Notes: completely un-betad, wrote this because I love somnophilia fic and wanted more!


At some point during the flight Misha had fallen asleep.

Jensen knows this because he is currently several thousand feet in the air, sitting back in his chair, trying his damnedest to focus on the explosions on the small movie screen in front of him, and not the lapfull of dark messy hair,full pink lips and long lashes belonging to one Misha Collins.

He certainly wasn't acutely aware of where exactly Misha's head is resting, no, he most definitely is not going quietly insane because his co-stars mouth is resting against his inner thigh. He's barely noticed the warm puffs of breathe seeping through his suit pants where they hide his barely concealed arousal. Nope. He isn't paying attention to that at all, he is all about the explosions.

The problem is if Misha keeps (seemingly unconsciously) curling his fingers around Jensen's thigh like that, tilting his head slightly while mumbling dream words into the space between Jensen's thighs...well then there's gonna be an explosion of a whole other kind to deal with.

Fuck, Jensen thinks, motherfucking shit fuck damn, he curses his traitorous dick where it lies pushed hard against the seam of pants beneath the curve of Misha's jaw.

It's not that he hasn't thought about Misha that way before, I mean Jesus LOOK at the guy, his hands alone have been fuel for more than a couple of R rated dreams, hands, Jensen’s brain provides, which are both currently touching Jensen. Misha's right hand is on his upper thigh near Misha's mouth, fingers spread wide, and they might well be fire for all the heat Jensen feels coming off them, however it's not that hand that's the problem. Not really, not when Misha's other hand is curled tight around around the inside of Jensen's thigh, Misha's arm extended and curved above his head where he had been lying on it, before apparently deciding Jensen's crotch was a better pillow. Great. Aweseome. Fuck.

Misha looks dead to the world, but Jensen doesn't feel comforted in that. What if someone comes to talk to them (though at a glance around the cabin he can see most are asleep or staring intently at their own video screens) or what if there is turbulence, or what if he has to pee? "Oh god" he groans silently, "why me? I'm a nice guy, pay my taxes, I'm good to my Mamma..." he trails off sighing, God's not gonna get him out of this one.

The problem isn't that Misha is in his lap, far from it, Jensen as been craving closeness and touch from the man for years, and when Misha had first curled himself up across the two seats to Jensen's right and placed his head on his arm in Jensen's lap he'd been secretly thrilled. Outwardly though he made some mumbled comment about Misha being a grown man not a damn cat, but Misha had simply patted him on the head, stared at him and said "but I'm tired Jen" in a way that permitted no argument, before settling down.

The problem is that if Misha woke up, it'd be pretty damn hard (ha ha) for him to ignore the pressing (ha ha) issue at hand. Jensen never thought he'd be angry at the fact he'd been so blessed in that department, but he found himself cursing silently now, because there was no hiding his erection, no widening his legs to allow the extra fabric of his pants to provide a shield. No, little (except really really not little) Jensen was standing to full attention, and if Misha woke up he was going to get a face full of dick, whether he wanted it or not.

"Fuck", Jensen cursed again, he didn't want to have this conversation EVER, let alone on a Goddamn plane where they would be stuck together for at least another 8 (possibly painfully awkward) hours. He let his head fall back hard against the chair sighing, he had to wake Misha up, perhaps he could make some excuse about Megan Fox in transformers playing on his screen to excuse the, ah, well, gigantic erection. That way it would still be embarrassing, but it would seem as though Jensen was doing the right thing and getting Misha out of the situation as quickly as he could.

Jensen was pretty sure that could work.

He was about half way through the explanation he was preparing for Misha in his head, practicing his best "Oh my God man I'm so sorry" face, when he heard Misha mumble something that sounded suspiciously like his name. Oh crap, Jensen thought, bracing himself for the worst, getting his face ready.

“Mish?” He said, bending down to touch Misha’s shoulder, “Mish man, hey I’m sorry just um…” he stopped, Misha was still quite clearly asleep. Oh, ok, so not the end of the world yet, still, he should wake him up now that he’d built himself up for it right?

“mm Jensen”

Ok. That was definitely his name coming from Misha’s lips, and if he wasn’t mistaken, a very pleased sound escaping alongside it, “Mish” Jensen tried again. Misha simply grumbled and nuzzled deeper into Jensens lap. Oh God, his mouth was right over Jensen’s cock now, hot puffs of air a gentle caress, the movement of his lips felt well and truly through the thin cotton. Fuck, Jensen felt his cock give an excited twitch. “no no no no no” he whispered, glaring down between his thighs “don’t you even think about it buddy.” Oh great, so he was talking to his dick now, fuck it, Jensen thought, he’d fucking serenade his dick if it would get it to lie down and relax!

“God…Jensen,yes” He was startled out of his phallic debate by the sound of Misha talking again.

“oh please…uh, harder” Oh fuck, his dick definitely jerked again at that, Misha was having a sex dream. Misha Collins was having a fucking sex dream,about Jensen, lying in his goddamn lap. Jensen cursed his life and tried desperately hard to think about unsexy things, a soft moan seeped from Misha’s lips and Jensen groaned in response, God he was so turned on.

So turned on in fact it took him a couple of seconds to notice that Misha’s hand had started moving. Slowly but surely it was running its way up Jensen’s thigh and, oh God, up between his legs and over his cock. “Shit” Jensen breathed out, what the fuck was Misha doing? He glanced down again at the face of the man beneath him but it seemed that he was still fast asleep. Another groan escaped Misha’s lips as his hand pushed down on the hard length of Jensen’s dick and began a torturously slow rub.

“oh fuckkk” Jensen half moaned half whispered, he should stop this right now, he should, Misha’s fast asleep, dreaming, certainly not aware that he’s currently rubbing his gorgeous long fingers up and down Jensen’s dick. Oh but fuck it felt good, better than Jensen had imagined, and he had most definitely imagined. Of course in those fantasies there’d been a lot less clothing, and oh yeah, they’d both been AWAKE.

“Crap” Jensen startled, he had to wake Misha, as good as it felt to finally have his hand on Jensen’s dick this was certainly not the way to go about it. “Misha man, you gotta wake up,” shaking Misha’s shoulders a little firmer now “man, you’re um having a dream or something and…hnnng” his words dribbled off into a moan as Misha's fingers gripped him tight through his pants and squeezed. It was then Jensen noticed Misha’s other hand had slipped up from where it was previously resting and was now at his waistband, the tips of Misha’s fingers working their way toward the button of Jensen’s fly.

Ok, this had to stop now, right? It had to, except that Misha’s hand was still moving against his dick, his breathe still hot through the fabric of his pants, he was still mumbling “yes” and “please” and “fuck” as his dream continued. Jensen was so turned on he thought he might die from it, but then Misha’s hand was on the first button of his fly popping it open with deft fingers, and moving to the second button, then the third.

Oh God, Misha was asleep, having apparently a very hot and very GAY dream and it seemed his right hand had decided it was participation time. Jensen stared at Misha’s face, looking for a sign, some kind of tell, that Misha was awake, that Misha was fucking with him, playing some fucked up game of chicken, pushing to see what Jensen could take. There was none, his eyes were firmly closed, his mouth open slightly, no sign of a smirk or grin, nothing to suggest laughter…pleasure though, well that was another thing.

The way Misha’s eyebrows were drawn slightly together, how his tongue kept flicking out of his bottom lip, Misha looked fucking blissed out. Jensen groaned as Misha flicked open the last button and slid his hand inside Jensen’s pants, working its way under Jensen’s boxers and then curling firm around Jensen’s dick. “Fuck” the word was punched out of him and Jensen brought his hand up to his mouth as fast as he could biting down hard, looking around to make sure no one had heard, but it seemed he was safe for now.

He closed his eyes, panting slightly as Misha’s thumb brushed over the tip of his cock, swiping through the wetness that was gathering there and dragging it down his length as Misha’s hand twisted on the down stroke. Jensen was panting now, biting deep into the palm of his hand, hips moving in small abortive movements as Misha’s hand worked slowly harder and faster where it was hidden in Jensen’s pants. “Oh God, Misha” Jensen moaned into his hand, the man was asleep, it was wrong, so wrong, but fuck it was hard to think of anything other than how perfect it felt to finally have those hands on his skin.Jensen felt pleasure building low in his gut, the slow build of orgasm tingling through his body, he was too far gone now to put a stop to this, too lost to pleasure to care.

Misha’s hand released him suddenly and Jensen had about two seconds to freak out that Misha might have woken up before his pants were shoved hurridly down, enough to reveal the head of his cock, aching hard, flushed red and wet with pre-come. Jensen groaned at the feel of air on his skin, and then Misha’s mouth was on him, wet and hot and perfect. Lips stretched wide, tongue teasing at the bundle of nerves on the underside of his dick before swirling round and licking hard and firm as Misha’s head sunk lower taking more of him into his mouth.

Jensen bit hard into his lip, panting, he was close now, so close, fuck he was going to fucking cum and Misha was still asleep. He took another look around him to make sure no one was watching, bit harder into his lip and then glanced down to Misha again, only to be greeted with bright sparkling blue “Fuccck” he moaned into his hand as he came hot and thick down Misha’s throat, staring straight into his eyes.

Jensen sat panting, smalls waves of pleasure still trembling through him as Misha lapped at his softening dick before tucking it back into his pants and moving to to sit up. Jensen turned towards him, opening his mouth to apologise or to ask what the fuck or something, but the sight he was greeted with made talking impossible. Misha’s hair was more mussed than usual his eyes hooded and blown dark with lust, his lips wet and red and Jensen couldn’t take his eyes off them.

“Jensen” Misha grinned, “well that was certainly the best dream I’ve had in a while” and then he was right in Jensen’s face, lips warm and soft against his own, his tongue seeking entrance and finding it, curling around Jensen’s. Jensen could taste himself on Misha’s tongue as it dragged along the roof of his mouth and he moaned into the kiss. Misha pulled back catching Jensen’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugging slightly before leaning back and staring at Jensen, and then suggestively down to his own lap. Jensen glanced down at the erection clearly visible, straining against the denim of Misha’s jeans and licked his lips.

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