TWITTER ➵ cockles

➢ thirty

this is part two of the valentine's day special

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"Where are we going?" Jensen asked, letting his boyfriend pull him out of his trailer.

"It's a surprise!" Misha declared, taking Jensen's hand in his.

Jensen couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "How come I knew you were going to say that?"

"Because you know me so well, Jen." Misha grinned over at him. "Okay, close your eyes. I'll guide you to where we're going, but you can't peek."

The taller man gave him a skeptical look. "Are we walking?"

"Yes. Now close your eyes. It's not too far from here, I promise."

"Okay, but I swear to god, Collins, if you get us lost or killed....." Jensen trailed off, not finishing his sentence. He closed his eyes, his grip on Misha's hand tightening so he wouldn't lose track of him.

Misha tugged him forward, encouraging him to start walking. They headed towards the pine trees surrounding the set, and started walking towards them.

"Seriously, where are we going?" Jensen asked, keeping his eyes closed. He nearly tripped on a root in the ground, but Misha caught him before he could fall over.

"Careful there." He chuckled. "Look, I'm not going to tell you. You'll figure it out when we get there."

The blond huffed, giving up on trying to figure out where they were going. It seemed pointless to continue asking. He obviously wasn't going to get any answers.

The two of them continued walking for another ten minutes, until Misha stopped him. "You can open your eyes now."

Jensen's eyes opened, revealing the lake that was close to set. They had filmed quite a few scenes for various episodes there. He looked around, spotting a boat with a lantern placed in it. There was also a picnic basket on one of the benches.

"After you, m'lady." Misha grinned cheekily, walking over to the boat.

He couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "Oh, shut up." Jensen climbed into the boat, taking a seat on a bench.

Misha clambered in after him, taking the remaining bench. "I didn't bring any life vests, so don't fall in." He warned, taking hold of the oars and starting to push away from the shore.

"What if I did fall in, hmm?" Jensen watched as his boyfriend rowed the boat towards the middle of the lake.

"Well, I guess I'd have no other choice than dive in and save you." He responded, a smile appearing on his lips.

Jensen reached over the boat, letting his fingers trail on the surface of the water for a few seconds. "It's pretty cold. I bet we'd get hypothermia or something if we were in it for too long." He retracted his hand, wiping the water on his jeans.

"That'd suck. But I guess it would mean that to warm each other up, we'd have to cuddle together." Misha pointed out. He stopped rowing, and reached for the basket in the middle.

He couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "That'd be pretty horrible," he said jokingly as he watched his boyfriend.

The shorter man pulled out a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. He uncorked the bottle, pouring some of the red liquid into each glass. He handed one to Jensen, giving him another smile. "To us," he raised his glass.

"To us." Jensen smiled back. They knocked their glasses together in a toast, both of them taking a sip of wine.

After taking a drink of his wine, Misha reached into the basket again. He pulled out a box and opened it, revealing chocolate covered strawberries. He picked one up, holding it out for his boyfriend to try.

The taller man leaned closer, taking a bite of the strawberry. He chewed it for a moment before swallowing. "Those are good." He commented, reaching into the box himself and grabbing one. He held it out for Misha to eat.

Misha took a bite of it, savoring it in his mouth for a minute. "Yeah, you're right. They are good." He agreed with a nod.

The two of them continued feeding strawberries to each other, all the while drinking their glasses of wine.

They managed to drain the entire bottle in a little under an hour. At that point, they weren't really drunk, or even tipsy. They were both giggling messes, laughing over stupid jokes and stories as they told them.

"We should probably start heading back." Misha commented after a while, glancing at his watch. It's was only 9:33, but he knew the drive to their apartments was a good forty-five minute trip.

Jensen nodded in agreement. "Sounds good to me."

Misha took hold of the oars again, starting to row the boat towards shore.

Suddenly, Jensen got an idea. He could blame it on the wine later. He let out a giggle, before grabbing hold of the sides of the boat. He leaned to one side, causing the boat to flip over, dumping them into the chilly water.

"Jensen!" Misha exclaimed once he came up to surface, pushing some of his hair out of his face.

His boyfriend grinned innocently. "What?"

"Fuck you." Misha laughed, swimming over to him and pulling him in for a kiss.

Jensen kissed him back.