They compared their supplies. Misha had bought two twelve-packs of 100 percent recycled, unbleached toilet paper. Jensen had a four-pack of the cheapest thing they had at the 24 hours pharmacy near his apartment.
"Hmm," Misha said. "You'll probably have to shower with me in the morning to make up for that forest of despair in your hands."
"Please. If this is a forest, what've you got there? The whole of the Yukon?"
Misha hugged one of the twelve packs to his chest. "You're not getting out of the shower," he said. "Gaia is in all of us and she feels the pain you've caused. You must restore balance."
Jensen blinked. He had every intention of meeting Misha in the shower in the morning, but he had no intention of giving in so easily.
"Won't we use just as much water since we'll take longer if we shower together?"
Misha feigned shock and threw in a little disgust. He said, "We're not going to have sex in the shower, Jen. We're going to bathe. Like civilized people. Get over yourself."
He walked away shaking his head. Misha's rejection ensured Jensen would get shower sex in the morning which meant that was likely Misha's intention all along. Jensen wanted to hate Misha's traps, but when they all ended with an orgasm it was hard to not walk straight into them.
"Like civilized people," Jensen said to himself. "Who TP their best friend's house in the middle of the night."
Misha had ripped apart the pack of toilet paper. He unraveled a tail of two-ply from a roll until it was as tall as him. Then he launched the bulk of the roll over the large maple tree in Jared's front yard. Misha had experience with petty vandalism, clearly. He bent over to pick up another roll exposing the flesh between the hem of his black t-shirt and dark jeans.
"This is stupid," Jensen hissed. "We won't even see the look on his face in the morning."
Misha unrolled another tail of toilet paper and shrugged. "But it's fun."
"There are other fun things we could do that won't involve criminal records and possibly make work visas harder to get."
Misha threw another roll over the majestic maple. The Mounties probably wouldn't like the symbolism, either. Jensen slipped a hand under the hem of the t-shirt, claiming the skin he'd spotted earlier. It distracted Misha from the task at hand and he glared at Jensen.
"Jen, your tongue could be up my ass right now and I'd still be more interesting in fucking with Jared's yard at the moment."
That was a trap, definitely, but potential orgasms aside, Jensen wasn't jumping all the way from vandalism to public indecency.
"I'm a little jealous, Mish."
Misha smiled, but his eyes narrowed and the glint in his eye said--
"Hey!"
Jared was leaning out of a second floor window. He rubbed at an eye with the heel of his hand. "The fuck are you two doing? The fuck is that in my tree?"
Misha waved. He said, "But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Jared is the sun."
"Jen, get your boyfriend out of my yard or I'm giving the internet those pictures of you as Lady Gaga."
Jared slammed the window shut.
"I think you've done the world a disservice not already giving the internet those pictures," Misha said. He reached for another roll of toilet paper.
Jensen grabbed Misha's wrist before another roll could deface the tree. Jensen took the roll out of Misha's hand and tossed it on the ground. Peaked eyebrows questioned him, but Jensen answered by sucking Misha's index finger into his mouth. Misha's eyebrows relaxed and his mouth fell into an "oh." Jensen sucked back up his finger.
"Let's go," Jensen said.
Misha swallowed and nodded. He said, "Journeys end in lovers meeting."
Jensen tugged at Misha's wrist until Misha was close enough to put an arm around. "Thank god for Shakespeare," Jensen said. "I was certain there was a disco stick joke in my future."
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Date: 2010-08-03 03:56 am (UTC)"Hmm," Misha said. "You'll probably have to shower with me in the morning to make up for that forest of despair in your hands."
"Please. If this is a forest, what've you got there? The whole of the Yukon?"
Misha hugged one of the twelve packs to his chest. "You're not getting out of the shower," he said. "Gaia is in all of us and she feels the pain you've caused. You must restore balance."
Jensen blinked. He had every intention of meeting Misha in the shower in the morning, but he had no intention of giving in so easily.
"Won't we use just as much water since we'll take longer if we shower together?"
Misha feigned shock and threw in a little disgust. He said, "We're not going to have sex in the shower, Jen. We're going to bathe. Like civilized people. Get over yourself."
He walked away shaking his head. Misha's rejection ensured Jensen would get shower sex in the morning which meant that was likely Misha's intention all along. Jensen wanted to hate Misha's traps, but when they all ended with an orgasm it was hard to not walk straight into them.
"Like civilized people," Jensen said to himself. "Who TP their best friend's house in the middle of the night."
Misha had ripped apart the pack of toilet paper. He unraveled a tail of two-ply from a roll until it was as tall as him. Then he launched the bulk of the roll over the large maple tree in Jared's front yard. Misha had experience with petty vandalism, clearly. He bent over to pick up another roll exposing the flesh between the hem of his black t-shirt and dark jeans.
"This is stupid," Jensen hissed. "We won't even see the look on his face in the morning."
Misha unrolled another tail of toilet paper and shrugged. "But it's fun."
"There are other fun things we could do that won't involve criminal records and possibly make work visas harder to get."
Misha threw another roll over the majestic maple. The Mounties probably wouldn't like the symbolism, either. Jensen slipped a hand under the hem of the t-shirt, claiming the skin he'd spotted earlier. It distracted Misha from the task at hand and he glared at Jensen.
"Jen, your tongue could be up my ass right now and I'd still be more interesting in fucking with Jared's yard at the moment."
That was a trap, definitely, but potential orgasms aside, Jensen wasn't jumping all the way from vandalism to public indecency.
"I'm a little jealous, Mish."
Misha smiled, but his eyes narrowed and the glint in his eye said--
"Hey!"
Jared was leaning out of a second floor window. He rubbed at an eye with the heel of his hand. "The fuck are you two doing? The fuck is that in my tree?"
Misha waved. He said, "But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Jared is the sun."
"Jen, get your boyfriend out of my yard or I'm giving the internet those pictures of you as Lady Gaga."
Jared slammed the window shut.
"I think you've done the world a disservice not already giving the internet those pictures," Misha said. He reached for another roll of toilet paper.
Jensen grabbed Misha's wrist before another roll could deface the tree. Jensen took the roll out of Misha's hand and tossed it on the ground. Peaked eyebrows questioned him, but Jensen answered by sucking Misha's index finger into his mouth. Misha's eyebrows relaxed and his mouth fell into an "oh." Jensen sucked back up his finger.
"Let's go," Jensen said.
Misha swallowed and nodded. He said, "Journeys end in lovers meeting."
Jensen tugged at Misha's wrist until Misha was close enough to put an arm around. "Thank god for Shakespeare," Jensen said. "I was certain there was a disco stick joke in my future."
"You mean thank god for me."
Jensen couldn't argue with that.