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maratonistaTitle: Three
Pairing: Cougar/Jensen
Rating: R
Summary: A man walked into a bar in Lagos.
Disclaimer: Not mine, borrowed!
Warnings: Violence, strong language and schmoop.
Notes: Follows His, Now I lay me down to sleep, Useful, Better dead, Not even close, Going to ground, Talk and Blue
It was another year before they even thought about sleeping together.
In Oktyabr’skiy, crammed into a shack barely big enough for Jensen, let alone Jensen, Cougar, their equipment, and a whole shit tonne of issues with small spaces.
Cougar lay out on his belly, his scope fixed on the horizon. Jensen lay half over Cougar. He made a fucking good blanket.
For once he wasn’t talking, probably because every time he did, his jaw chattered together so loudly it knocked Cougar’s focus.
Instead he just breathed in Cougar’s ear.
It was about as intimate as they were going to get in the middle of fucking Uzbekistan.
In Quebec, they advised on a hostage situation. Clay and Roque took the point, making Cougar, Jensen and Pooch somewhat unnecessary when surrounded by half the Canadian military.
They hit a bar, kept the drinks to a minimum, and watched Pooch fight off the advances of a group of giggling co-eds.
Cougar had his knee against Jensen’s. It was better than holding hands.
They did that. In the dark. Laced together when Cougar’s trigger finger seized up. Jensen curled his fingers around it to try increase the circulation. Then he wrapped his lips around it instead.
Cougar’s heart rate certainly kicked up a level.
Jillian started referring to him as Uncle Cougar at five.
At six, she wanted to know why he hadn’t asked Jensen to marry him.
Two years after they left Hell behind, stone cold sober and more alive than they’d ever been, they went back to Cabo san Lucas, back to the beach, the sea, and the blue.
Jensen topped because Cougar knew he would stop if Cougar asked him to, and he wasn’t so sure he’d have the strength to do the same.
“Now you have to marry him!” Jillian said, leaving both her uncles speechless and vaguely horrified.
She then informed them that she would like a little brother, please.
Cougar left the ‘birds and the bees’ to Jensen.
Then was made to spend the night on the couch.
Jensen got promoted in May. He shaved, polished his boots, and looked like every Hollywood carbon print of a soldier on parade as he picked up his stripes.
That night, Jensen kept his hat on.
He got bumped back to Corporal two months later. Cougar never asked, Jensen never told, but they both found the whole thing pretty damn funny, even if Clay spent a week spitting blood.
Pooch finally married Jolene in a small chapel with only her best friend and the four of them as guests. Jensen and Cougar got them a present together and pretty much outed themselves to the whole fucking world.
Cougar nearly died in Mexico.
Bullet to the chest.
Blood loss.
When he came around in DC, Clay left the reprimanding to Jensen.
Clay was an asshole.
And Jensen? Motherfucking terrifying when he was pissed.
They hunted pirates from the Port of Maydh.
Jensen’s enthusiasm might have been infectious, because even Roque agreed they had the coolest job ever.
Their boat got blown up by pirates, and the job was a little less cool.
Those blue, blue waters of the Gulf of Aden were home to some really fucking nasty sharks.
Roque turned out to be nastier than the sharks.
Cougar wasn’t really all that surprised.
In a fight between Jaws and Roque, Cougar would put his money on the man every time.
Plus Roque had a grenade. Which wasn’t cheating.
The shark probably disagreed, but then it had tried to eat them. The shark could go fuck itself.
“Where the fuck is Johnny Depp when you need him?”
Jensen crushed on Jack Sparrow.
He obviously had a thing for hats.
Cougar could work with that.
A man walked into a bar in Lagos.
That man was Wade.
That bar was occupied.
Jensen stopped Cougar from killing him, which was more than the others were willing to do.
Still, Wade didn’t have any teeth left when Cougar was done.
It was worth the mob that chased them out of town.
At seven, Jillian hung the stars and the moon in Cougar’s eyes.
Jensen thought it was adorable.
They’d been together three years.
Pairing: Cougar/Jensen
Rating: R
Summary: A man walked into a bar in Lagos.
Disclaimer: Not mine, borrowed!
Warnings: Violence, strong language and schmoop.
Notes: Follows His, Now I lay me down to sleep, Useful, Better dead, Not even close, Going to ground, Talk and Blue
It was another year before they even thought about sleeping together.
In Oktyabr’skiy, crammed into a shack barely big enough for Jensen, let alone Jensen, Cougar, their equipment, and a whole shit tonne of issues with small spaces.
Cougar lay out on his belly, his scope fixed on the horizon. Jensen lay half over Cougar. He made a fucking good blanket.
For once he wasn’t talking, probably because every time he did, his jaw chattered together so loudly it knocked Cougar’s focus.
Instead he just breathed in Cougar’s ear.
It was about as intimate as they were going to get in the middle of fucking Uzbekistan.
In Quebec, they advised on a hostage situation. Clay and Roque took the point, making Cougar, Jensen and Pooch somewhat unnecessary when surrounded by half the Canadian military.
They hit a bar, kept the drinks to a minimum, and watched Pooch fight off the advances of a group of giggling co-eds.
Cougar had his knee against Jensen’s. It was better than holding hands.
They did that. In the dark. Laced together when Cougar’s trigger finger seized up. Jensen curled his fingers around it to try increase the circulation. Then he wrapped his lips around it instead.
Cougar’s heart rate certainly kicked up a level.
Jillian started referring to him as Uncle Cougar at five.
At six, she wanted to know why he hadn’t asked Jensen to marry him.
Two years after they left Hell behind, stone cold sober and more alive than they’d ever been, they went back to Cabo san Lucas, back to the beach, the sea, and the blue.
Jensen topped because Cougar knew he would stop if Cougar asked him to, and he wasn’t so sure he’d have the strength to do the same.
“Now you have to marry him!” Jillian said, leaving both her uncles speechless and vaguely horrified.
She then informed them that she would like a little brother, please.
Cougar left the ‘birds and the bees’ to Jensen.
Then was made to spend the night on the couch.
Jensen got promoted in May. He shaved, polished his boots, and looked like every Hollywood carbon print of a soldier on parade as he picked up his stripes.
That night, Jensen kept his hat on.
He got bumped back to Corporal two months later. Cougar never asked, Jensen never told, but they both found the whole thing pretty damn funny, even if Clay spent a week spitting blood.
Pooch finally married Jolene in a small chapel with only her best friend and the four of them as guests. Jensen and Cougar got them a present together and pretty much outed themselves to the whole fucking world.
Cougar nearly died in Mexico.
Bullet to the chest.
Blood loss.
When he came around in DC, Clay left the reprimanding to Jensen.
Clay was an asshole.
And Jensen? Motherfucking terrifying when he was pissed.
They hunted pirates from the Port of Maydh.
Jensen’s enthusiasm might have been infectious, because even Roque agreed they had the coolest job ever.
Their boat got blown up by pirates, and the job was a little less cool.
Those blue, blue waters of the Gulf of Aden were home to some really fucking nasty sharks.
Roque turned out to be nastier than the sharks.
Cougar wasn’t really all that surprised.
In a fight between Jaws and Roque, Cougar would put his money on the man every time.
Plus Roque had a grenade. Which wasn’t cheating.
The shark probably disagreed, but then it had tried to eat them. The shark could go fuck itself.
“Where the fuck is Johnny Depp when you need him?”
Jensen crushed on Jack Sparrow.
He obviously had a thing for hats.
Cougar could work with that.
A man walked into a bar in Lagos.
That man was Wade.
That bar was occupied.
Jensen stopped Cougar from killing him, which was more than the others were willing to do.
Still, Wade didn’t have any teeth left when Cougar was done.
It was worth the mob that chased them out of town.
At seven, Jillian hung the stars and the moon in Cougar’s eyes.
Jensen thought it was adorable.
They’d been together three years.