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Kings of the Hill

Misha was buck naked on top of the hill, waving all his bits out for the world to see. Must be a day ending in Y.

"Give it a try!" he called down the slope, where Jared was disrobing for a far more discreet moonlight swim (case in point: he was actually wearing swim trunks). "It feels good!"

"A lot of things feel good," Jared shouted back up the incline, "doesn't mean you should do 'em!"

"Pussy."

Jared scoffed.

"Gigantic six-foot three hairy-ass pussy."

"Oh, that's it." Jared scrambled up the slope, slipping in the wet grass and nearly losing his balance as he clambered up to stand next to Misha. "You want to have a dick-waving contest, let's have one." He wriggled out of his swimsuit and sent it flying over the hill into the lake below. "There."

Misha grinned and sneaked a glance. "How does it feel?"

"Honestly? Cold." Jared looked around. "And I'm pretty sure this is illegal in Texas."

"Good thing you're all grown up and far from home, then." Misha copped a feel, and Jared hissed with the sudden warmth of Misha's slippery fingers on him. "It should be a crime to not skinny-dip in Texas. Considering how hot it is here."

"Hey, I said it was illegal," Jared said with a grin. "I didn't say we didn't do it."

"That's what I thought. Well, someone's going to have to get your trunks back..." Misha looked down over the precipice into the lake, where the discarded garment was floating. He tossed Jared a wink, squeezed his ass playfully, and dove in. Jared gave a laugh and followed.

Indecent Exposure

"Officer, you're not listening. It wasn't intentional."

"It seemed pretty intentional to me."

"You don't understand. He makes different choices in different takes as an actor. That time he decided to pull off my coat. I wasn't..."

"...he wasn't expecting it, is what Misha's trying to say."

"But his pants were open. He exposed himself in front of everyone."

"And most people charge for that privilege."

"Misha, shut up!"

"The point is, it wasn't indecent exposure. It was a wardrobe malfunction."

"Can you at least explain to me why your pants were wide open?"

"Because I didn't have time to close them before we were being called on set!"

"And the lack of underwear?"

"...Jensen, you explain that one."

"No, really, Misha, you go ahead."

"Can you plead the fifth in Canada?"

Converted

The Creation Con host's name was Adam.

Adam's not into slash. He's a gay man himself and he finds it... weirdly objectifying. Which is ridiculous, considering his whole career is about laying these poor guys out like slabs of meat for the girls (and, OK, him himself) to drool over. But something about taking the characters, even the actors, and forcing them to consummate whatever homoerotic tension might be simmering between them feels forced. Overly sexualizing. Men can have friendships without there being sex involved. He gets that it's a selling point, especially with a series like Supernatural, but that doesn't mean he enjoys it.

And he's been doing this for years. He knows how the fans love to imagine that Jensen and Jared are some sort of supercouple. But he's worked with them for ages, he and his staff, and it's just not there. Jensen and Jared are really good friends. Super-good friends. But he knows from lovers, and they ain't lovers.

Something is different, though, when Misha joins the fray. It's not just that he's an insta-star or that he fits so easily into the Jensen-Jared dynamic. There's something spicy about him, and the way he and Jensen act-- it's just there.

It's in the way Misha picks up a piece of apple off Jensen's plate and proceeds to eat it very slowly while Jensen pouts in the background.

It's in how Jensen puts a hand on his shoulder and leans in to murmur something in his ear, lips very barely skirting Misha's skin.

It's in the way Jared sits, hips slung back, shoulders turned, like he is watching a show.

The spark, the thing that makes the fans' skin tingle... it's just there. For the first time since he started in this business, Adam ships it. And he holds the memory of sliding by backstage and seeing Jensen press a kiss to Misha's lips as a sacred trust. He'll always know, and he'll never tell.