“I can’t fucking believe Jared is directing this episode,” Jensen grumbled at his script. They’d barely gotten through the kiss scene with his lewd comments and cat calls. Misha ruined about twenty takes by giggling. And on the last day they film the love scene.
“You ready for this?” Misha asked. He stood in just a robe and flip flops.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Jensen replied. They’d already done their blocking and sound checks. It was time to hit the sheets with his best friend.
Misha shed his robe first and slipped under the sheets. Jensen joined him, keeping his pelvis to the side. The written direction was to change positions often to avoid confirmation of who was the ‘bottom.’
“Okay, Misha, don’t be afraid to really grab his ads. Just get in there,” Jared called from behind his monitor. “And don’t forget to cup the balls!”
“Fuck you, Jay!” Jensen yelled. “It’s already hard enough.”
“Oh I bet it is.”
“Goddamnit. Can we just do this already?”
“What? No foreplay?” Misha teased. “I’m gonna need a little prep here.”
Jensen ground his jaw. He’d done plenty of sex scenes in his career. He knew what to do for the best coverage. It was still stressful, being exposed to everyone on set. Jared was practically his brother. Misha was one of his closest friends. And they were treating it like a joke.
“Okay, okay. Action!” Jared directed.
They started the scene with their patented intense stare. Jensen ducked his head for a simple kiss before working each side of Misha’s neck. They rolled to switch and Misha kissed him back. Jensen felt Misha’s weight on him and…
“Dude. You’re... hard ,” he whispered low in Misha’s ear.
Misha switched sides, “Can’t turn your body off, Jen,” he whispered back. He grinned and ground down. Jensen growled and turned them again.
He was sporting a little bit of a chub himself but he chalked it up to a nervous response. He avoided looking over at Jared but at least he was staying quiet and focused. Jensen nipped at Misha’s neck and made the man groan.
The scene was only meant to last a couple minutes to pass the censors. Jared called cut for the cameras to change angles and neither man was moving away from the bed. Jensen went back to his starting position but Misha’s hand slipped down to his groin.
“See? Our bodies are just responding to what we’re doing.”
“Mish, this is my first love scene with a guy. I mean, there was a scene that was cut from Blonde where I kissed McDreamy but this is different.”
Misha laughed. “It’s just sex, Jen. Are you having some gay panic because you got hard?”
“Damnit, Mish…” Jensen started but was interrupted by the ringing of the reset bell. Jared called action again and he repeated the moves from before. This time he tried to prove Misha wrong by staying professional.
It wasn't working. Jensen’s body betrayed him. After the fourth take he was painfully hard and wishing for a break so he could take care of his growing problem. Misha wasn’t helping matters any by squirming against him.
By the fifth take Misha was actually using Jensen to get himself off. Two could play at that game. Jensen stepped it up and used some of his actual moves on Misha. The scene intensified to more moaning and groaning than the previous four. Jensen felt Misha go rigid beneath him and heard his breath increase. It was enough to push his own pleasure to climax.
“And cut! I think we just shot a porno. You guys were great. That was...intense. I think we got it.” Jared declared. His face looked a little flushed like the scene had affected him as well.
The crew started to disperse and a P.A. brought Jensen and Misha their robes. Misha strutted off to his trailer with a huge gummy grin on his face. Jensen kept his head down and marched straight to his trailer.
He discarded the sticky boxers and slipped into the shower. What the hell did I just do? He stayed a little longer than planned under the hot water before drying off and dressing.
His phone rang. Great. Dee. “Hey, babe.”
“Hey. Did I actually catch you between scenes?”
“Just wrapped the last one unless we need to do some sound tracks to lay over it.”
“Ooh, was it the scene?”
Jensen flinched. “Yep. That's the one.”
“So, tell me, how’d it go?”
“I think I...I think I just fucked Misha,” he rushed out the words. Dee wasn’t just his wife, she was his best friend.
“Wait, what? What do you mean you fucked Misha? Did you stick your dick in him?”
“Did he stick his dick in you? ”
“I got off.” His face flushed in embarrassment.
Dee laughed at him. “You got off dry humping your work husband?”
“You’re not mad?”
“Oh my god are you serious? You guys are terrible! You could cut the sexual tension between you two with a chainsaw.”
“Oh fuck me.” He buried his face in his hands.
“Sure you don’t want Misha to do that?”
“You suck, you know that?”
“Probably not as good as Misha.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you.”
“Love you too, babe. Give Misha a big sloppy kiss for me!” She hung up before Jensen could say anything else.
“Jen?” There was a light tap at his door.
“Come on in, Mish.”
He looked like he’d indulged in a shower as well. His wild hair was still a little wet. He sauntered over to the fridge and helped himself to a bottle of water. “You okay?”
Jensen sank back in his leather chair. “Yeah, I’m good. Just got off the phone with Dee.”
“How’d that go?” Misha sat in the other chair beside him and propped his feet up on the coffee table.
“She said to give you a big sloppy kiss from her.”
“Lay it on me, stud,” Misha joked.
“Can we be serious for a minute?” Jensen watched Misha straighten up in his seat and lean closer to him. “Is there something going on between us?”
“Would you like there to be? You know I’m open to explore outside relationships.”
“I know. I just...you are hot. I gotta admit that. And the scene was just... pornographic . I mean, were you really that into it?”
Misha smiled. “You know I’ve had a crush on you for years. Maybe I was a little more me than Cas in that scene. Does that make you uncomfortable?”
Jensen heaved a sigh and stared at the ceiling in contemplation. “It’s confusing. It felt great. I got off on it, too. You said it’s just sex and our bodies reacting. Now I know you were really into it and...maybe I was too. Where does that leave us?”
“We’re still friends, Jen. But if you want to explore your sexuality with me, I’d be happy to guide you on your journey. With your wife’s blessing, of course.”
“I ain’t down with a three-way.”
“It’s not a pre-requisite. Being in an open marriage isn’t about kinky sex or orgies. If Vicki or I make a genuine connection with someone we discuss it and if the relationship seems healthy we can involve intimacy at our own discretion.” He sipped his water. “We have discussed my attraction to you at length.”
“Vicki’s cool if you wanna... date me?”
“Yes. And please don’t be mad but...she’s talked to your wife. About our arrangement and the benefits of it. Not specifically about us.”
“And if you were to go home and speak to her about this she would likely tell you that she would be supportive if you found yourself somewhere else in the spectrum of sexuality.”
“That’s a lot to process. You mind if I take some time to think about all this?”
“Take all the time you need, Jen.”