[Fic] Wishing on ... (Cougar/Jensen - 1/1)
This would be the first fic which blatantly outside of my regular fandom. It's scary but I want to, anyway, because this fandom has eaten my brains.
Title: Wishing on ...
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 2350
Genre: Fluff. a little shadow of angst?
Fandom: The Losers 2010
Prompt/Summary: There are times when you just really want a wish so bad. A quiet moment for a homesick Jensen, in the company of stars and an even quieter friend.
A/N: Thank you to vampyreranger for being such an awesome beta! I ♥ you. Movie-verse but can be read as a loose prelude to the comic-verse. 10 million smiles to those who can figure out the relation. Also, "solcito mio" is supposed to be Mexican-Spanish for "little sun of mine."
It was one of those crappy nights in which the powers-that-be dictate that every thing that happened that day would just go wrong for Jensen. He has a massive headache, his back hurt from long hours of hunching over the doll inspection table, he accidentally gashed his palm with a heavy-duty box cutter resulting in three stitches, and he hasn’t heard from the other three idiots in his team - not that he’d say it to their faces - for almost two days; probably out wasting more money, losing out on lousy bets.
He dropped his stuff in the tiny, shitty apartment he’s sharing with Cougar and climbed out the fire escape to the roof despite the protestations from his tired body. He was tired, yes, and the painkiller that Cougar had forced down his throat was swimming in his system, but his mind was still running at hyper-speed. He doubted he’d get any sleep any time soon. He got comfortable on the cool concrete floor; it was much cooler than the night air,anyway. He closed his eyes and tried to tune out the pain.
Cougar treaded with almost silent footfalls resulting from years of training. A cold bottle of what Jensen hoped to be beer was pressed to his arm. He glanced up into a face obscured by the shadows of the cowboy hat. It was harder to see Cougar’s face in the dim lighting and the only thing Jensen found visible was the Hispanic’s dark, glinting eyes. The former Sergeant lifted his head so that the lights from the streets below reached his face. There was a slight twitch in Cougar’s facial muscles that Jensen read as, “You okay?”
The blond shifted a little to make space for his best friend, an open invitation for Cougar to join him. He took the cold soda, if Jensen was to judge from the label, with slight disappointment. ‘Must be worried that beer would counteract the pills,’ Jensen thought sardonically.
Cougar settled close to him despite all the space available on the roof. Jensen looked at his friend, who for all the world looked like he belonged there next to Jensen, and thought of how he missed the Cougar before that incident. He missed that comforting, deep, accented voice. The same one that calmed his nerves and helped him get through the nightmare of his first kill eons ago.
Cougar settled into a comfortable sitting position, his long jeans-clad legs stretching out, and one thigh lightly pressed against Jensen’s own. The ex-Corporal knew he’s staring a hole at the back of Cougar’s strong back, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the one thing that was keeping him sane at the moment. It was either that or chattering himself stupid. He wasn’t in the mood for the latter.
If Cougar knew that Jensen was staring at him, he didn’t show it. He merely turned to Jensen and touched the neck of his beer bottle to Jensen’s soda. The resulting sound was almost solemn. ‘To the skeletons in our closets,’ Jensen thought.
The hacker sat up a bit to sip his soda and then went back to laying down flat on his back, staring at the star-spangled sky. How he missed home…
“Jensen.” Cougar’s voice was slightly husky from disuse, but Jensen could sense the anxiousness in his voice, in his posture, on his features. He missed that voice so much so, that he could feel his own throat tighten at the emotion that threatened to spill over, his tightly guarded secret exposed.
Jensen knew what was worrying the Mexican. He had been uncharacteristically silent since they got home. ‘No, this cannot be home… Home is back in the States; with my sister and my niece,’ Jensen’s mind rebelled.
He knew what Cougar was wordlessly asking him, but he could not answer with, “I’m fine” because he’d be lying. And he never lied to Cougar. He didn’t want to unburden himself to the sniper, either. The man had enough on his own platter already. So he gave the Mexican a small, weak smile instead and pulled Cougar down so that they were both lying on their backs, side-by-side, hands just barely touching.
“I wish there were shooting starts tonight. I could really use a wish right now.” Jensen said finally, his voice coming out like a sigh. Then he chuckled a little, pointed to the sky and said, “Could we pretend that that’s one?”
Cougar saw a small plane flying across the sky, with its small unsuspecting light, blinking to its own tune. Cougar turned to Jensen who was looking at him as if he was waiting for an answer. He smiled, mirroring Jensen’s own almost poignant one, and simply answered, “Si.”
The younger man closed his eyes and wished hard. 'One day, that little blip in the sky would be us, leaving, flying away from this god-forsaken place,' Cougar thought. He closed his eyes and vowed that it would happen. He doesn't put his trust in just wishes because wishes don't necessarily come true.
Jensen didn’t know how long he’d been wishing, but it might have been very long because when he opened his eyes, he was looking up at, a gentle, indulgent smile on the sniper’s face.
“What were you wishing so hard for, Jake?” Cougar asked softly, as if he was worried he would shatter the fragile moment. Jensen’s heart jumped at the use of his first name, hiding it with a smile; Cougar only used it either as a final warning or like in this case, a moment of gentle affection.
“I had trouble deciding what to wish for.” Jensen abandoned the soda bottle in favor of massaging the pain in his left hand away.
Cougar gently pried Jensen’s right hand off and placed the left between his own hands, massaging the pain away. Cougar was attentive and considerate and Jensen knew he cared to know. If Cougar wasn’t going to ask, for once, Jensen wasn’t too eager to tell. To Jensen’s surprise, the sniper easily gave in and asked, “Did…did you wish you never enlisted?”
“No, ‘cause if I hadn’t I wouldn’t have met you. There’s a lot that I wish never happened. But I can’t waste a good wish on something that has already happened. But I managed to settle on one,” Jensen said with a charming lopsided grin on his handsome face.
“Can I know?” Cougar ventured to ask.
Jensen wasn’t a firm believer that if you told someone what you wished for, it wouldn’t come true. In fact, he believed strongly in the reverse. “I… I just wished that I could go home…that we were back home.”
Jensen had meant the whole team, but he had also meant he wanted to be home with his family and his best friend, with Cougar.
They had spent so much time around each other that they had mastered each other’s art of unspoken languages. Jensen could read Cougar’s silence like the way he read his algorithms and Cougar could decode Jensen’s mindless chatter to read between the lines.
Cougar unconsciously tightened his hand; heart tugging at Jensen’s reply. The blond hissed at the sudden jolt of pain.Cougar’s touch became apologetic. He brought Jensen’s hand up and kissed the palm where the bandage met flesh.
Jensen laughed, “I’m not a baby, Coug. You don’t have to kiss it better.”
“Ah, solcito mio,” Cougar murmured against his wrist now, electrifying Jensen to his toes. He couldn’t be sure what those words meant, but it was said with much affection; something Jensen wasn’t used to, least of all from Cougar. He felt divided between pushing Cougar away for fear of what this would do to their relationship and just letting Cougar continue with the gentle assault on his person. His body happily voted for the sniper to continue his exploration. His addled mind was a bit more than unsure.
“Cougar, I’m not a woman, either.” Cougar stopped and looked Jensen right in his crystal blue eyes, piercing even in the dim light. Jensen was sure Cougar had understood what he was trying to convey and all the possible subtext that applied.
“No, you are not.”
Jensen fully expected his best friend to withdraw at that. So to say that he was surprised, when Cougar held his face with gun-callused hands and kissed him, was the understatement of the decade. He couldn’t help but melt into the kiss; stubble burn, testosterone-fuelled pheromones, dangerously powerful latent strength, and deep, rumbling moans be damned. It made Jensen wonder why he hadn’t tried this earlier.
His injured hand was still in Cougar’s, pressed close and safe to his chest, and Jensen would swear that he could feel Cougar’s heart beating strongly beneath. His other hand was free to roam, so he let it slide up Cougar’s sinewy back and thread into the soft, black hair that he’d wanted to touch since the first day they’d met. His fingertips brushed against the stiff leather of Cougar's hat. He touched Cougar’s sharp jaw in awe, and trailed down to where their lips were still locked tight. He must be dreaming; it wouldn’t be the first time. For a dream, this was mild in comparison to the others, though.
But then there was a sharp nip on his lip, causing him to gasp in surprise and pain. This is no dream! Jensen’s mind flared with red sirens of realization and panic.
Jensen realized then that he was right there on the rooftop of their temporary lodgings, being kissed by the one guy he had ever wanted to be kissed by, who also happened to be his best friend. The gasp provided the opportunity for Cougar to stake his claim and explore Jensen’s mouth. Jensen’s only coherent thoughts were to vocalize how he felt through more moans and whimpers. He really shouldn’t be enjoying this that much.
So much for his heterosexuality.
He thought back on all the women he had unsuccessfully attempted to pick up and his mind made a quick comparison. He knew that this was more than worth all those disappointments.Who would’ve thought that in his entire history of botched attempts at getting laid, he would end up with his own, trusty wingman (and sometimes, cockblocker)? The one person that mattered was beside him all along.
Jensen was acutely aware that being kissed by Cougar was quickly topping his “Best Sexual Encounters” list and he found it troubling. Jensen wondered if all the girls Cougar had sexed up felt this way. If they did, then no wonder they became putty in his hands. This forced Jensen to consider if he was turning gay; but then Cougar was a sex god incarnate and one would have to be made of stone to not be even slightly attracted. ‘But it’s more than sexual attraction, isn’t i-oh!‘ Jensen’s thoughts were derailed when Cougar sucked on his tongue, his other hand pulling Jensen’s hips off the ground and flush with his own.
Jensen’s brain tried to wrap around the thought that sometime during their kiss, Cougar had shifted above him, his warm weight and strong thighs holding Jensen firm to the cold ground. The contrasting sensations drove Jensen’s senses wild. His thought sturned to mush again when Cougar’s jeans rubbed him just the right way.
Cougar had made it his personal mission to render Jensen into a mindless pool of moaning goo, because to him, if Jensen still has the capacity to think, then he wasn’t giving it his very best. Cougar loved the little moans and whimpers that were coming from the younger man and the way he was subconsciously rolling his hips against Cougar. So he filed the sounds and the ridiculously hot image of a writhing Jensen somewhere in his heart and promised never to hold it against the guy; Jensen had his pride, too. But that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t induce more. It was his prerogative, after all.
Jensen was reluctant to break the kiss because a) it was so good he didn’t want it to end and b) he wasn’t sure on how to deal with this once they stopped kissing. However, Jensen was getting a little dizzy from the lack of air and the sinful things Cougar’s tongue was doing to him.
Cougar did it for Jensen instead, as he always did. He pulled away, his hand touching the side of Jensen’s face. Jensen blinked myopically; Cougar looked slightly blurry but really close. ‘When did he remove my glasses?’ Jensen wondered, still breathless. Cougar tilted his head, running his dark eyes over Jensen’s disheveled features, considering.
Jensen’s brain caught up with him and he looked confused and worried.
But Cougar swooped down again; to place a soft, lingering kiss to Jensen’s already thoroughly kissed mouth.
“I don’t like you being so quiet,” Cougar whispered against Jensen’s mouth. Another kiss.
Jensen broke the kiss and grinned idiotically, “I was running a full commentary in my head. It was just that my mouth and brain were disengaged.”
“They’re always‘disengaged’, Jensen. That’s why you always run your mouth,” Cougar grinned back. He was happy - well, happier - now that Jensen was back to normal.
Jensen didn’t get what he wished for, but hearing Cougar talk was almost as good. Having Cougar kiss him was even better. “It’s late,” his best friend said, “we should get some rest. Boss wants to see us tomorrow.”
“But I- “
Cougar kissed him again; one that left little room for argument.
“Mmmm. Mmhmm,” Jensen articulated as he bonelessly allowed Cougar to right them into a sitting position. As he was being steered down the fire escape, Jensen wanted to ask Cougar what this all meant, but he would save it for later, not wanting to break the magic just yet. He didn’t want to face that potential can of worms.
“Mi estrellita,” Cougar mumbled against Jensen’s blonde spikes, his voice carrying a sad little timber that Jensen had failed to notice. Cougar's silent promise blazed brightly in his chest, 'I’ll make sure you get your wish, cariño. I’ll make sure you always get home. Even if I have to die trying.'
~End~
** "Solcito" is the diminutive form for "sol". Mexicans tend to like to add "(c)ito/a" to words to indicate affection. Also, because Jensen is a beacon, just a like a little sun, bright and shining. =D