I couldn’t resist.
Cockles on the boat/Cockles spa day. (I took liberties with the mysery screen writer that was apparently with the guys at the spa) nsfw, implied dom/sub, jmdv
“Let’s go to the spa for your birthday,” Jensen says, his thumb tracing Misha’s cheekbone gently in the sharp wind. “Your skin is looking a little worse for wear in your old age.”
Misha smiles, one of those rare, soft smiles that he saves for only Jensen, Vicki and Danneel. “Don’t lie to me, Ackles. I know you just want to go because it’s been a month since your last manicure.”
Jensen scoffs, but doesn’t deny it. He won’t lie to Misha- Jensen does want to go to the spa to get one of those rejuvenating face masks that Danneel had introduced him to,but also because he knows it’s something that Misha needs right now.
The sound of West and JJ laughing at the other end of the boat draws both of their attention, and they watch from where they’re tangled together in the captain’s chair as their children play hide and seek. Maison is hiding behind Danneel’s legs, while JJ is trying to drag West out from where he’s hiding under the bench seat.
“Maybe the girls can have the kids for the day,” Jensen continues, tilting his head slightly to look back at Misha. “It’s not everyday we both have a day off, we should take advantage.”
“West and Maison have been asking for another sleepover.” Misha muses. “Okay, we can go.”
Jensen is about to let out a ‘hell, yes’ when Misha cuts him off.
“We can go if you don’t ask me to do the accent. At all.”
“The man we rented the boat off thought I was Russian!” Misha exclaims, making Jensen chuckle. Jensen had basically threatened Misha with no sex for a month if he didn’t do the India-Russian accent that day. It didn’t help that Jensen had called him Dmitri at the end of every sentence. By the end of the day, the kids had all been joining in, demanding Misha do his ‘Jensen accent’.
“Fine.” Jensen grumbles. “But that means no weird hippy spa treatments. I don’t give a fuck if it’s your birthday. Last time my skin smelt like sushi forweeks.”
Misha smiles, tightening his grip on Jensen’s waist. “Deal.” He says, glad that Jensen didn’t ask for unlimited spa selfies.
Jensen is in his element.They’re both wearing only a fluffy white robes and headbands. It’s freeing, somehow, for the both of them; knowing they can be in public but also be themselves, without the fear of anyone recognizing them.
Unless one of the geriatrics in the mud baths watches Supernatural, Jensen is pretty sure they’re both safe.
“Feel those years just fading away huh, Mish?” Jensen teases as they make their way to the steam room.
“I’m not that much older than you, asshole.”
“Yeah, but I’m not in my forties, old man.”
“Funny, I think I heard you calling me something different last night.” Misha smirks, and Jensen nudges him with his shoulder. “I’ll remember all of this when you turn forty.”
“Hey, I don’t mind being called an old man if you do it in an accent.” Jensen counters. If he’s honest with himself, he’s not entirely sure if he brings up the accent thing so much because he likes to annoy Misha, or because he’s obsessed with his India-Russian accent.
Misha rolls his eyes affectionately as they stop outside of the steam room. Misha shakes off his robe, shooting Jensen a sultry look, before hanging it on the hooks outside of the steam room. Jensen hesitates for a moment before doing the same, thinking of dead puppies and old relatives all the while.
Misha doesn’t stop staring into his eyes, and Jensen feels a shiver go down his spine. “Will you stop looking at me like that?” Jensen says, pretending to be angry.
Misha just smiles, before turning on his heel and walking into the steam room. Jensen is quick to follow.
Inside the room, Jensen can’t see anything that isn’t right in front of him, and Misha seems to have disappeared.
“Mish?” Jensen calls. He can vaguely see the outline of benches somewhere in front of him, but before he can make his way towards them, he feels arms circling his waist. Jensen hopes to god that it’s Misha and not some burly trucker who liked the look of him.
“Mish?” Jensen repeats. He can feel hot breath against the side of his neck, and then a tongue tracing his earlobe. He shivers.
“Catch me if you can.” Misha teases, giving Jensen one last squeeze before disappearing once again.
Jensen quickly darts after him, arms flailing around to try and grab him. His hands brush against Misha a few times, but he’s always too quick for Jensen to catch.
Misha is quick to put him out of his misery, though, as when Jensen nears the benches, he feels hands on his hips pulling him down. He ends up on Misha’s lap, cocks brushing.
The door of the steam room opens, but they both ignore it. It’s probably just someone leaving, knowing what’s happening between Jensen and Misha and not wanting to watch the show.
Misha lifts his hips upwards a few times, the slow pace driving Jensen mad. He doesn’t bother to complain, though, or try to move his own hips. He knows that Misha likes to feel in charge.
Jensen also knows that if he tries to move his hips, Misha will punish him by not letting him finish until they get home.
Jensen loops his arms around Misha’s neck, digging his blunt nails into the muscles of his shoulders. Misha hums, and Jensen knows it’s because he thinks Jensen is being good.
“Fuck, Mish.” Jensen groans. He doesn’t want to come now, though. He wants to do it with Misha inside. “Need you.”
Misha runs his hands up Jensen’s damp thighs, but a deep voice makes him freeze.
“Uh- did you guys forget that you told me to meet you here?”
Jensen and Misha look at each other with wide eyes through the steam.
There’s an awkward silence for a few moments as Jensen and Misha scramble to think of something to say.
“Uh- do we know you?” Jensen blurts out eventually. Misha gives him a ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ look, but Jensen ignores him.
“Jensen, I know that’s you.” Jeremy says in a tired voice.
“Jensen? Who’s Jensen?” Jensen asks. “My name isn’t Jensen.”
Before Jeremy can reply, Jensen is jumping off Misha’s lap and grabbing his wrist, before dragging them both out of the door.
“What the fuck was that?” Misha exclaims, not sure whether he wants to laugh or feel bad that they forgot that they hadn’t come here alone.
“Shit, dude, I don’t know,” Jensen replies, putting his robe back on quickly. Misha does the same. “I didn’t know what else to say.”
Misha lets out an exasperated laugh, running a hand through his damp hair. “Let’s go shower, and then we can leave.” Misha says, and Jensen nods in agreement and they both make their way to the shower room, hoping Jeremy won’t follow. “Work is going to be awkward on Monday.”
“Fuck. We fucked up.” Jensen groans. “Why did we even invite him?”
“You thought it would be a good idea, in case anyone spotted us here and we could use him as a buffer to make it seem like we’re not on a date.”
“Next time we’re just bringing Vic and Danneel.” Jensen swears. “Thank fuck Jeremy stopped us before we had sex. I don’t think I could have ever gone back to work.”
“At least it wasn’t Jared.” Misha says.
“True.” Jensen agrees. There’s a pause as they reach the shower room. “You think we can have a quickie in here?”
“Save it for tonight, Ackles.”
“What, your old man heart too weak to start again?”
Misha grabs the belt of Jensen’s robe and shoves him into the shower room, the robe falling to the ground as Misha pushes him against the nearest wall. “You’re going to regret that.”
“Prove it.” Jensen smirks.
Best birthday ever, Misha thinks.
