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So ... if I were to do the timestamp meme, which I haven't done since Heroes fandom, would their be any requests?

(The timestamp meme is as follows: You give me a fic of mine and a date before/after it takes place - I write a snippet of a prequel/sequel/what-happens-next fic. So you could ask for, say, 1-year-later after Tale as Old as Time - or 20 years before the Baking Angel, when John comes into the bakeshop - that sort of thing.)

Juuuuuust curious :)

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This is how Jensen gets his revenge.

It starts with an old-style kidnapping. Misha gets in his car; Jensen's behind the wheel instead of his usual driver; Misha feigns shock and settles back for a hell of a drive. A hell of a drive because Misha sits in the back seat of his car, and Jensen talks the whole way home.

"So Misha," he says, "I was thinking about what you said earlier about how I love it when you bite my nipples. You know, you're right, but do you know what I love even more? I love the taste of you when I lick you open."

Misha gulps, and Jensen can see in the mirror how his hand tightens on the seat's vinyl. Their eyes meet through the reflection; Jensen winks and goes on.

"Yeah, I'm thinking I'll lean you over your bed, make you grab onto the headboard, and then work my way down your back nice and slow, lick your hips, start massaging your thighs, sliding them apart, you know."

"God damn," Misha whispers, and now the mirror's showing Jensen a lump in his pants, but he knows not to touch, or Jensen will shut up, and torture as this ride is, it'd be more torture to stop now.

"Yeah, then when I start licking, right at your hole? Just around it a few times?" Jensen wiggles his finger in the air, a demonstration, and Misha keeps trying to swallow, and his eyes are blue and big, and Jensen's sporting a hell of a hard-on now too, and his foot comes down harder on the gas.

They get where they're going and the minute the outside world is shut behind them they're all hands, Misha working up beneath Jensen's shirt and Jensen holding fast to Misha's hips. They swap vicious, biting little kisses, like bee stings, and they buzz like bees too, fumbling their way up the stairs and into the bedroom each trying to grab more, take more of the other, pull out one more moan.

Misha bites at Jensen's nipples, just as he promised. Jensen flips him over and slides down his body, lavishing him with strokes of wet tongue, just as he promised. And then they melt into each other in gasping, rutting unison, holding on tight, savoring the payoff from a full day of teasing. It has been so worth the wait.