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Aaaand, spam. Because apparently this gif made me think up this (and possibly the fic I just posted before this):
Jensen’s always more touchy-feely after he’s been laid. So when he comes by the carpet with Danneel and grabs Misha and Jim to kiss them both, Misha knows what’s going on. He can almost smell it under Jensen’s overdose of cologne. Jensen’s got that afterglow about him, that hastily put together look of his hair randomly slicked up, his shirt mostly buttoned and quickly tucked in with the sleeves rolled up, and the first pair of shoes he could find on his way out there hurriedly slipped on his feet. He’s smug and confident as he ditches them for the party inside, and Misha inwardly gives a fond shake of his head.
He meets up with Jensen for a drink once inside, and Jensen’s still got that air about him, that smug smile, and Misha laughs. “You didn’t do anything special, you know. All you did was fuck your wife. Millions of people do that every day.”
Jensen frowns a little and glares at Misha, who feels a small sense of victory in the slight drop in Jensen’s mood. He protests as Jensen reaches for the toothpick in his martini, but isn’t quick enough to keep Jensen from eating the olives and shooting the empty stick back into the glass. “Don’t take this away from me.”
I don't know what this is, if Jensen really eats olives, or why Misha has a martini, lols. XD
Jensen’s always more touchy-feely after he’s been laid. So when he comes by the carpet with Danneel and grabs Misha and Jim to kiss them both, Misha knows what’s going on. He can almost smell it under Jensen’s overdose of cologne. Jensen’s got that afterglow about him, that hastily put together look of his hair randomly slicked up, his shirt mostly buttoned and quickly tucked in with the sleeves rolled up, and the first pair of shoes he could find on his way out there hurriedly slipped on his feet. He’s smug and confident as he ditches them for the party inside, and Misha inwardly gives a fond shake of his head.
He meets up with Jensen for a drink once inside, and Jensen’s still got that air about him, that smug smile, and Misha laughs. “You didn’t do anything special, you know. All you did was fuck your wife. Millions of people do that every day.”
Jensen frowns a little and glares at Misha, who feels a small sense of victory in the slight drop in Jensen’s mood. He protests as Jensen reaches for the toothpick in his martini, but isn’t quick enough to keep Jensen from eating the olives and shooting the empty stick back into the glass. “Don’t take this away from me.”
I don't know what this is, if Jensen really eats olives, or why Misha has a martini, lols. XD
