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spn_springflingTitle: Rhinohenge Apocalypse
Pairing: Jared/Misha
Rating: NC-17
Any warnings: None.
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redpine for kindofawkward!
It begins before November 1st. It actually begins the second week of October.
Jared is sitting at the kitchen table, shoving scrambled eggs into his mouth and washing it down with coffee. Its 7:43 AM on a Monday, he has his cellular physiology class in 17 minutes, and his roommate is talking about rhinos and Stonehenge.
“Nano-[i]wrimo[/i],” Misha says impatiently, after Jared helpfully points out that there are no wild rhinos in England. “National Novel Writing Month. You have to write 50,000 words of a novel in November.”
Jared scrapes up the last of his eggs and stands, grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair. “And you want to write a novel about Stonehenge?”
“And the end of the world,” Misha adds. “I’m a serious novelist.”
“Cool,” Jared says tiredly, and he forgets about it by the time he sits down in class.
-
The thing is, though, Jared had no idea how annoying Nano Rhino would be. How completely it would infiltrate his life. It seemed like a good enough challenge for Misha. He wanted to be a writer. He was majoring in creative writing. Jared didn’t think it would have much to do with it.
Until the Stonehenge Apocalypse started interfering with his sex life.
Sex with Misha was just a matter of convenience. Jared was in his junior year of college and had a 3.5 GPA. He didn’t always have time to go out and play the bar game. Misha was right there and kind of…insanely hot in bed, in this freaky way Jared had not expected himself to enjoy. He never asked for anything more, and as guilty as it made Jared feel sometimes, he was glad of it. He needed to focus on school.
They were making out on the couch one night, a few beers on the coffee table. Misha had Jared’s shirt off and was kissing his chest, lingering and open-mouthed. He brushed his stubbled cheek against Jared’s nipple, and just as Jared was about to reach for his belt, Misha got off the couch.
Jared stared at him. “Where are you going?” he asked.
“It’s November first,” Misha said, pulling his own shirt back on. “8 PM and I haven’t even started yet.”
“Dude,” Jared said, pleading. “Come on. Can’t it wait, I’m seriously—”
“I have 30 days to tell Jacob Glaser’s story,” Misha said, his blue eyes feverish. “Not even. 29 days and four hours.”
So they weren’t in a committed relationship. Jared wouldn’t have minded if Misha had found someone else. But as Jared lay on his back on the couch, hard and annoyed, listening to the sound of Misha typing furiously on his keyboard, he had to wonder if Jacob Glaser wasn’t going to be a problem. Surely he had the right to be jealous of someone fictional.
-
On November 10th, Misha wakes Jared up in the middle of the night.
Jared pushes his hair out of his face and squints at his nightstand.
“Misha,” Jared says in a gravelly voice, attempting to be patient. “It’s 4 in the morning. I have class at 8.”
Misha doesn’t respond, simply pushes the covers back. Jared rolls on to his back when Misha crawls over him, spreads his legs so Misha can fit in between. He closes his eyes when Misha slides a hand inside his sweatpants and takes his dick. He starts stroking it without a word, and okay, this is the kind of sleep interruption Jared can allow. Misha hasn’t touched him in ten whole days.
He moans when Misha brushes his lips over his ear. Misha is the [i]king[/i] of dirty talk. He’s a weirdo, that’s for certain, but he’s a filthy weirdo, and it gets Jared off.
“I’m at 15, 000 words,” Misha whispers, breath warm. “A good pace. I think I can pull this off.”
Jared’s eyes snap open when he realizes Misha is just going to talk to him about his Rhinohenge Apocalypse.
“Dude,” Jared whines, whacking him on the side of the head. “Please, I don’t want to hear about—”
Misha licks behind his ear, shutting him up. He keeps going, his voice a dark whisper. As it turns out, it’s not so much Misha’s words that turn Jared on, but his voice. Misha keeps talking about his stupid story, but he talks about it exactly like it’s the same as dirty things he wants to do to Jared, voice all hitching and hoarse.
Jared comes hard with Misha whispering about electromagnetic fields, his hips pumping into Misha’s fist. He kisses Misha to keep him quiet while he jacks him off.
He vows never to have sex with Misha again. This is too fucked up, even for him.
-
Of course, it’s kind of hard to ignore Misha close to the end of the month. He’s losing his mind. NanoRhino is all he talks about. Sometimes Jared hears loud crashes coming from Misha’s room. One time, he leaves his laptop in the living room and Jared sees that he has the Wikipedia article for ‘terraforming’ up, but also several tabs of porn up as well. Like even when whacking off, Misha can’t get his mind off of it. He seems to not have time for dishes anymore, or else he’s looking to moldy mugs of coffee for inspiration for his novel. The closer to his deadline he gets, the messier, louder, and weirder Misha becomes. Not even the good, kind of sexy sort of weird, either. Misha’s always been a good roommate, even without the string-free sex. Lately, though, Jared can’t help but be annoyed.
On November 19th, Misha turns on classical radio and blasts it at 4 in the morning. Jared jumps out of bed and barges in to Misha’s room, only to find him hanging upside down from his bed and sobbing uncontrollably. Not just crying like he was kind of overwhelmed with his life right then. Not essay-due-tomorrow sobs. More like end-of-the-world sobs, his face flushed and squeezed tight, with snot pouring out of his nose.
Jared stands there in the door, fists balled from lingering anger, but he can feel it draining as he looks at his roommate. For the first time, he sees how tired Misha looks.
Jared runs his hand through his hair and shuts the door behind him. He sighs as he crosses the room to Misha’s sound system and turns it off. Misha’s crying is suddenly very loud, and Jared feels a pang of guilt. Like…maybe he should have been taking better care of him. Maybe he should have known that Misha was too fanatic about things in general to ever stop and take care of himself while he took on this ridiculous project. Has Misha been sleeping? Has Jared seen him eat?
“Misha,” he murmurs, kneeling beside his friend’s head. “C’mon, you need to sleep.”
“I can’t—” Misha says. “I don’t think I can do this.”
Jared takes him by the shoulders and pushes him slowly up, manhandling him on to the bed. He feels badly for being so annoyed, when Misha is obviously so passionate about this. So excited. “How many words do you have?” he asks more gently, laying down on the bed beside him.
“30,000,” Misha murmurs, congested. “I have 11 days left.”
“Misha,” Jared says, putting a hand on his stomach and stroking in a small circle. “That’s only 1800 words a day. You can do it.
“But I’ve run out of ideas,” Misha says, “I’ve told the whole story.”
Jared isn’t exactly sure how Misha could have said all there was to say about Stonehenge’s true form as a machine that could be used to end life as everyone knew it, but he also doesn’t know how Misha had come up with that idea in the first place.
“You’re just tired,” Jared whispers, sliding his arm around Misha’s waist. He turns Misha’s head towards him and kisses him, gentle. “Rest your mind and it will come to you.”
Misha rolls towards him and presses into the kiss, a little urgent. Still upset. Jared had stayed true to his word for the past 9 days, and it had been good for both of them. Good for Jared’s sanity and good in that it had given Misha more time to write. But Jared feels warm when Misha parts his lips and touches his tongue to Jared’s. He had missed this.
They make out for awhile, until Jared can feel Misha relaxing, the tears dry on his face. He rolls Misha on to his back. Misha’s pyjama pants come off with a quick tug. He skips the preliminaries, lubbing his fingers with help from Misha’s bedside drawer and sliding them right in. He wants Misha to relax. He knows what Misha likes. Sure enough, Misha shifts and spreads his legs. His breath catches and shudders, but he’s not crying anymore. Misha can get off quickly just from this, Jared’s big fingers pushing slowly in and out.
This time, when Misha comes, it’s with his usual, wordless moans. There’s no mention of Jacob or Joseph or even pyramids. Jared gets the impression that it’s actually him getting Misha off this time, instead of the thought of prehistoric world heritage sites. It’s gratifying, to say the least.
Jared peers sleepily up at the ceiling afterwards, Misha’s head nestled against his arm. “I’ll help you,” he murmurs. “We’ll get it done.”
Misha tilts his head up to look at Jared. His eyes are still so blue, even in the dark. “I thought you were getting sick of it,” he said.
Jared thinks of the headache he’s going to get just thinking about all of this. He thinks of his midterms, just two weeks away. Then he thinks of the man resting against him, the man who throws so much energy into what he loves. Jared doesn’t want Misha to be crushed by disappointment and defeat. He likes Misha this way. Admires him, even.
Jared’s just not particularly fond of NanoRhino, is all.
-
Misha doesn’t read Stonehenge Apocalypse to Jared until after his midterms are done, well into November. Jared is grateful for his respectful patience, but after all this time, he has to admit that even he is curious about the final product. On the Friday night of Jared’s last Entomology exam, Jared lays face down on his king sized bed, his face buried in the pillow. Misha sits astride his back, the computer resting on Jared’s shoulder blades. He reads loudly, like he’s reading to a whole room of people and not just Jared, and it takes hours. All Jared really wants to do is sleep. But he listens to every word, enjoying Misha’s weight and the rhythm of his voice.
Jared rolls over when it’s done, carefully allowing Misha to close the laptop and set it aside. He shifts to straddle Jared’s hips instead, his face flushed with pride. “So?” he said. “What do you think?”
It is without a doubt the stupidest story that Jared has ever heard. But he runs his hands up Misha’s sides and back down, his grin huge. Proud of him for writing that much, even if it is stupid. “Dude,” he said. “That’s awesome. You did it! You beat the shit out of NanoRhino!”
Misha laughs, spreading his body out languidly over Jared’s. “I did it,” he murmurs, kissing Jared’s jaw. “And you finished your midterms. It’s all over.”
Thank God for that. Jared tips his head back and sighs, sliding his hands over Misha’s ass. “It’s over,” he murmurs, with a smile. “Seriously, dude…you’re awesome. That’s a big deal.”
“What will I do with my time?” Misha ponders. “You wanna go see a movie?”
“In a bit,” Jared says, pushing his hips up into Misha’s. “Jacob owes me for lost time.”
Pairing: Jared/Misha
Rating: NC-17
Any warnings: None.
Written by
redpine for kindofawkward!It begins before November 1st. It actually begins the second week of October.
Jared is sitting at the kitchen table, shoving scrambled eggs into his mouth and washing it down with coffee. Its 7:43 AM on a Monday, he has his cellular physiology class in 17 minutes, and his roommate is talking about rhinos and Stonehenge.
“Nano-[i]wrimo[/i],” Misha says impatiently, after Jared helpfully points out that there are no wild rhinos in England. “National Novel Writing Month. You have to write 50,000 words of a novel in November.”
Jared scrapes up the last of his eggs and stands, grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair. “And you want to write a novel about Stonehenge?”
“And the end of the world,” Misha adds. “I’m a serious novelist.”
“Cool,” Jared says tiredly, and he forgets about it by the time he sits down in class.
-
The thing is, though, Jared had no idea how annoying Nano Rhino would be. How completely it would infiltrate his life. It seemed like a good enough challenge for Misha. He wanted to be a writer. He was majoring in creative writing. Jared didn’t think it would have much to do with it.
Until the Stonehenge Apocalypse started interfering with his sex life.
Sex with Misha was just a matter of convenience. Jared was in his junior year of college and had a 3.5 GPA. He didn’t always have time to go out and play the bar game. Misha was right there and kind of…insanely hot in bed, in this freaky way Jared had not expected himself to enjoy. He never asked for anything more, and as guilty as it made Jared feel sometimes, he was glad of it. He needed to focus on school.
They were making out on the couch one night, a few beers on the coffee table. Misha had Jared’s shirt off and was kissing his chest, lingering and open-mouthed. He brushed his stubbled cheek against Jared’s nipple, and just as Jared was about to reach for his belt, Misha got off the couch.
Jared stared at him. “Where are you going?” he asked.
“It’s November first,” Misha said, pulling his own shirt back on. “8 PM and I haven’t even started yet.”
“Dude,” Jared said, pleading. “Come on. Can’t it wait, I’m seriously—”
“I have 30 days to tell Jacob Glaser’s story,” Misha said, his blue eyes feverish. “Not even. 29 days and four hours.”
So they weren’t in a committed relationship. Jared wouldn’t have minded if Misha had found someone else. But as Jared lay on his back on the couch, hard and annoyed, listening to the sound of Misha typing furiously on his keyboard, he had to wonder if Jacob Glaser wasn’t going to be a problem. Surely he had the right to be jealous of someone fictional.
-
On November 10th, Misha wakes Jared up in the middle of the night.
Jared pushes his hair out of his face and squints at his nightstand.
“Misha,” Jared says in a gravelly voice, attempting to be patient. “It’s 4 in the morning. I have class at 8.”
Misha doesn’t respond, simply pushes the covers back. Jared rolls on to his back when Misha crawls over him, spreads his legs so Misha can fit in between. He closes his eyes when Misha slides a hand inside his sweatpants and takes his dick. He starts stroking it without a word, and okay, this is the kind of sleep interruption Jared can allow. Misha hasn’t touched him in ten whole days.
He moans when Misha brushes his lips over his ear. Misha is the [i]king[/i] of dirty talk. He’s a weirdo, that’s for certain, but he’s a filthy weirdo, and it gets Jared off.
“I’m at 15, 000 words,” Misha whispers, breath warm. “A good pace. I think I can pull this off.”
Jared’s eyes snap open when he realizes Misha is just going to talk to him about his Rhinohenge Apocalypse.
“Dude,” Jared whines, whacking him on the side of the head. “Please, I don’t want to hear about—”
Misha licks behind his ear, shutting him up. He keeps going, his voice a dark whisper. As it turns out, it’s not so much Misha’s words that turn Jared on, but his voice. Misha keeps talking about his stupid story, but he talks about it exactly like it’s the same as dirty things he wants to do to Jared, voice all hitching and hoarse.
Jared comes hard with Misha whispering about electromagnetic fields, his hips pumping into Misha’s fist. He kisses Misha to keep him quiet while he jacks him off.
He vows never to have sex with Misha again. This is too fucked up, even for him.
-
Of course, it’s kind of hard to ignore Misha close to the end of the month. He’s losing his mind. NanoRhino is all he talks about. Sometimes Jared hears loud crashes coming from Misha’s room. One time, he leaves his laptop in the living room and Jared sees that he has the Wikipedia article for ‘terraforming’ up, but also several tabs of porn up as well. Like even when whacking off, Misha can’t get his mind off of it. He seems to not have time for dishes anymore, or else he’s looking to moldy mugs of coffee for inspiration for his novel. The closer to his deadline he gets, the messier, louder, and weirder Misha becomes. Not even the good, kind of sexy sort of weird, either. Misha’s always been a good roommate, even without the string-free sex. Lately, though, Jared can’t help but be annoyed.
On November 19th, Misha turns on classical radio and blasts it at 4 in the morning. Jared jumps out of bed and barges in to Misha’s room, only to find him hanging upside down from his bed and sobbing uncontrollably. Not just crying like he was kind of overwhelmed with his life right then. Not essay-due-tomorrow sobs. More like end-of-the-world sobs, his face flushed and squeezed tight, with snot pouring out of his nose.
Jared stands there in the door, fists balled from lingering anger, but he can feel it draining as he looks at his roommate. For the first time, he sees how tired Misha looks.
Jared runs his hand through his hair and shuts the door behind him. He sighs as he crosses the room to Misha’s sound system and turns it off. Misha’s crying is suddenly very loud, and Jared feels a pang of guilt. Like…maybe he should have been taking better care of him. Maybe he should have known that Misha was too fanatic about things in general to ever stop and take care of himself while he took on this ridiculous project. Has Misha been sleeping? Has Jared seen him eat?
“Misha,” he murmurs, kneeling beside his friend’s head. “C’mon, you need to sleep.”
“I can’t—” Misha says. “I don’t think I can do this.”
Jared takes him by the shoulders and pushes him slowly up, manhandling him on to the bed. He feels badly for being so annoyed, when Misha is obviously so passionate about this. So excited. “How many words do you have?” he asks more gently, laying down on the bed beside him.
“30,000,” Misha murmurs, congested. “I have 11 days left.”
“Misha,” Jared says, putting a hand on his stomach and stroking in a small circle. “That’s only 1800 words a day. You can do it.
“But I’ve run out of ideas,” Misha says, “I’ve told the whole story.”
Jared isn’t exactly sure how Misha could have said all there was to say about Stonehenge’s true form as a machine that could be used to end life as everyone knew it, but he also doesn’t know how Misha had come up with that idea in the first place.
“You’re just tired,” Jared whispers, sliding his arm around Misha’s waist. He turns Misha’s head towards him and kisses him, gentle. “Rest your mind and it will come to you.”
Misha rolls towards him and presses into the kiss, a little urgent. Still upset. Jared had stayed true to his word for the past 9 days, and it had been good for both of them. Good for Jared’s sanity and good in that it had given Misha more time to write. But Jared feels warm when Misha parts his lips and touches his tongue to Jared’s. He had missed this.
They make out for awhile, until Jared can feel Misha relaxing, the tears dry on his face. He rolls Misha on to his back. Misha’s pyjama pants come off with a quick tug. He skips the preliminaries, lubbing his fingers with help from Misha’s bedside drawer and sliding them right in. He wants Misha to relax. He knows what Misha likes. Sure enough, Misha shifts and spreads his legs. His breath catches and shudders, but he’s not crying anymore. Misha can get off quickly just from this, Jared’s big fingers pushing slowly in and out.
This time, when Misha comes, it’s with his usual, wordless moans. There’s no mention of Jacob or Joseph or even pyramids. Jared gets the impression that it’s actually him getting Misha off this time, instead of the thought of prehistoric world heritage sites. It’s gratifying, to say the least.
Jared peers sleepily up at the ceiling afterwards, Misha’s head nestled against his arm. “I’ll help you,” he murmurs. “We’ll get it done.”
Misha tilts his head up to look at Jared. His eyes are still so blue, even in the dark. “I thought you were getting sick of it,” he said.
Jared thinks of the headache he’s going to get just thinking about all of this. He thinks of his midterms, just two weeks away. Then he thinks of the man resting against him, the man who throws so much energy into what he loves. Jared doesn’t want Misha to be crushed by disappointment and defeat. He likes Misha this way. Admires him, even.
Jared’s just not particularly fond of NanoRhino, is all.
-
Misha doesn’t read Stonehenge Apocalypse to Jared until after his midterms are done, well into November. Jared is grateful for his respectful patience, but after all this time, he has to admit that even he is curious about the final product. On the Friday night of Jared’s last Entomology exam, Jared lays face down on his king sized bed, his face buried in the pillow. Misha sits astride his back, the computer resting on Jared’s shoulder blades. He reads loudly, like he’s reading to a whole room of people and not just Jared, and it takes hours. All Jared really wants to do is sleep. But he listens to every word, enjoying Misha’s weight and the rhythm of his voice.
Jared rolls over when it’s done, carefully allowing Misha to close the laptop and set it aside. He shifts to straddle Jared’s hips instead, his face flushed with pride. “So?” he said. “What do you think?”
It is without a doubt the stupidest story that Jared has ever heard. But he runs his hands up Misha’s sides and back down, his grin huge. Proud of him for writing that much, even if it is stupid. “Dude,” he said. “That’s awesome. You did it! You beat the shit out of NanoRhino!”
Misha laughs, spreading his body out languidly over Jared’s. “I did it,” he murmurs, kissing Jared’s jaw. “And you finished your midterms. It’s all over.”
Thank God for that. Jared tips his head back and sighs, sliding his hands over Misha’s ass. “It’s over,” he murmurs, with a smile. “Seriously, dude…you’re awesome. That’s a big deal.”
“What will I do with my time?” Misha ponders. “You wanna go see a movie?”
“In a bit,” Jared says, pushing his hips up into Misha’s. “Jacob owes me for lost time.”
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Date: 2012-06-13 02:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-13 02:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-13 04:33 am (UTC)NanoRhino. I cracked up every single time I that.
Thank you, mystery person! I loved how silly and sweet this fic is. <3
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Date: 2012-06-13 04:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-13 06:35 am (UTC)IS
PERFECT
I am laughing and seal-clapping and just... it's awesome! ♥ this ship ♥ that stupid fucking movie ♥ this fic
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Date: 2012-06-13 06:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-13 07:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-13 10:43 pm (UTC)This is a completely normal, reasonable reaction to writing 50,000 words of anything, Jared. XD
I'm utterly charmed by this story. I love that the novel Misha is working on is terrible (and anything involving Stonehenge Apocalypse is intrinsically funny), I love Jared's combination of exasperation and horror and enabling. The casual physical intimacy of Misha sitting on Jared while he reads him his novel is adorable.
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Date: 2012-06-14 10:09 am (UTC)no subject
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