Fic ~ Stolen, Returned
Title ~ Stolen, Returned
Fandom ~ The Losers (Movie)
Pairing ~ Cougar / Jensen
Rating ~ PG-13
Disclaimers ~ I disclaim disclaimers and claim the purple “Petunias” shirt of awesome.
Notes ~ I said I would do it. It’s a ficlet, but still. I said I would.
“You know, dude, I was gonna kiss her.”
Cougar barely looks up from the gun he’s disassembling. “Who?”
“The girl…Sophie. From the factory.”
Cougar doesn’t reply, leaving Jensen to pout to himself. They are supposed to be getting ready to go. In a few hours, they’ll all be shoved into caskets for the trip home, but Jensen’s trying not to think about it. He lays stretched out on the bed while Cougar gathers the guns he has liberally hidden around the room they’ve been sharing and packs them up to be shipped along separately.
“I was just waiting for the right moment,” he says after a few minutes have passed. “And then you went and kissed her before I got the chance. You always kiss them before I get the chance.”
Cougar unscrews the vent cover and withdraws a rifle heavily wrapped in canvas. “I do not.”
“You do!” Jensen argues. “Just because you’re all dark and mysterious and sexy and…women love that shit. You could have any woman you want, I bet. Me, I just get left standing there like some kind of moron. That sucks!”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Stop kissing girls I was planning to kiss!”
“Okay.”
Cougar starts breaking down the rifle. Jensen stares at the ceiling for a while.
“I was really looking forward to that kiss, man.”
Cougar is there before Jensen knows that he moved. Leaning over him, Cougar presses his lips to Jensen’s. It’s a quick kiss, but hardly chaste. Jensen can still taste him as he moves away, going back to his rifle.
“There. You got your kiss. Happy?”
Jensen thinks for a moment. “Yes.”
He can’t see him, under his hat, but Jensen suspects that Cougar is smiling.
The End