Jakesicle
Author: emocezi
Title: Jakesicle
Rating: R (Roque swears a lot)
Wordcount: 563
Disclaimer: I do not own The Losers nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N:: lassroyal gave me the prompt Jensen has hypothermia and Roque has to keep him warm. Bonus if Jensen finds something about Roque's bulk smushed up against him safe. So here it is. Hope this is everything you were looking for m'dear. :D
Roque was the first one back at the safehouse and to say he was surprised to find Jensen still in the position he'd been in when they'd left that morning, would be an understatement.
The hacker was sitting in front of his laptop, plugging away at the keys. His lips were moving as he silently mouthed words to himself, but the real surprise was the grey tinge that covered his skin. Roque stared for a moment, expecting Jensen to shoot him a two fingered salute the way he normally did when someone came into the house when he was hacking. A quick acknowledgment to show he was fully aware of his surroundings.
“Jensen.” He snapped, hoping to make the hacker jump. He lived for those times when he could catch any of his men off guard. Clay may have been the CO, but there was a reason they called Roque a mother hen behind his back. No response. Roque pulled off his jacket and took a step into the room.
“Corporal. There had better be a damn good reason for you ignoring me.” Jensen blinked slowly, coming back to himself like he'd been in a trance.
“Huh? What are you doing here Roque?” He seemed dazed, swaying on the couch and looking like he wanted to curl up and sleep.
“Oh fuck no. You been here all day?”
“Been where? Here? Yes, sat here. With my baby. I was cold at first, but I'm not cold now. I'm tired.”
“ Jesus fucking Christ. Of course you were the one to get hypothermia while we were out crawling around in the snow.”
“Who has hypothermia?”
“You do you moron.”
“No. I'd know if I had it.” Jensen's words were cut off by a loud yawn and he settled back against the couch, closing his eyes. “Just been at this too long. Tired.” Roque sighed heavily and grabbed Jensen's arm, hissing at how cold the other man felt.
“Get up.”
“No.”
“Corporal. That wasn't a suggestion.”
“Just gonna take a little nap Roque. Why are you being so mean?” Smacking Jensen would probably do more harm then good, so the 2ic bit back a curse and pulled Jensen to his feet, pushing at him until he started walking. Why the hell couldn't Cougar have gotten back first? Or Pooch? Hell, even Clay would be better at this.
He bullied Jensen down the hall to the room he shared with Cougar and tugged the hacker's shirt off before shoving him onto the bed. Jensen blinked up at him, shivering a little, which was a good sign. It meant his body was starting to warm up a little.
Roque grabbed a blanket off of Cougar's bed and flipped it over Jensen's, pulled off his own shirt and got under the covers. He pushed at Jensen until the hacker was on his side, back to Roque's chest.
“What are you doing?” Jensen mumbled.
“Trying to keep you from dying.”
“Oh.” The hacker shuddered violently once, then lay still until another violent shudder wracked him a few moments later. Roque tightened his grip and grumbled, wondering when the hell everyone else was supposed to get back, and hoping Jensen would warm the hell up before anyone had a chance to take incriminating photos.
Title: Jakesicle
Rating: R (Roque swears a lot)
Wordcount: 563
Disclaimer: I do not own The Losers nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N:: lassroyal gave me the prompt Jensen has hypothermia and Roque has to keep him warm. Bonus if Jensen finds something about Roque's bulk smushed up against him safe. So here it is. Hope this is everything you were looking for m'dear. :D
Roque was the first one back at the safehouse and to say he was surprised to find Jensen still in the position he'd been in when they'd left that morning, would be an understatement.
The hacker was sitting in front of his laptop, plugging away at the keys. His lips were moving as he silently mouthed words to himself, but the real surprise was the grey tinge that covered his skin. Roque stared for a moment, expecting Jensen to shoot him a two fingered salute the way he normally did when someone came into the house when he was hacking. A quick acknowledgment to show he was fully aware of his surroundings.
“Jensen.” He snapped, hoping to make the hacker jump. He lived for those times when he could catch any of his men off guard. Clay may have been the CO, but there was a reason they called Roque a mother hen behind his back. No response. Roque pulled off his jacket and took a step into the room.
“Corporal. There had better be a damn good reason for you ignoring me.” Jensen blinked slowly, coming back to himself like he'd been in a trance.
“Huh? What are you doing here Roque?” He seemed dazed, swaying on the couch and looking like he wanted to curl up and sleep.
“Oh fuck no. You been here all day?”
“Been where? Here? Yes, sat here. With my baby. I was cold at first, but I'm not cold now. I'm tired.”
“ Jesus fucking Christ. Of course you were the one to get hypothermia while we were out crawling around in the snow.”
“Who has hypothermia?”
“You do you moron.”
“No. I'd know if I had it.” Jensen's words were cut off by a loud yawn and he settled back against the couch, closing his eyes. “Just been at this too long. Tired.” Roque sighed heavily and grabbed Jensen's arm, hissing at how cold the other man felt.
“Get up.”
“No.”
“Corporal. That wasn't a suggestion.”
“Just gonna take a little nap Roque. Why are you being so mean?” Smacking Jensen would probably do more harm then good, so the 2ic bit back a curse and pulled Jensen to his feet, pushing at him until he started walking. Why the hell couldn't Cougar have gotten back first? Or Pooch? Hell, even Clay would be better at this.
He bullied Jensen down the hall to the room he shared with Cougar and tugged the hacker's shirt off before shoving him onto the bed. Jensen blinked up at him, shivering a little, which was a good sign. It meant his body was starting to warm up a little.
Roque grabbed a blanket off of Cougar's bed and flipped it over Jensen's, pulled off his own shirt and got under the covers. He pushed at Jensen until the hacker was on his side, back to Roque's chest.
“What are you doing?” Jensen mumbled.
“Trying to keep you from dying.”
“Oh.” The hacker shuddered violently once, then lay still until another violent shudder wracked him a few moments later. Roque tightened his grip and grumbled, wondering when the hell everyone else was supposed to get back, and hoping Jensen would warm the hell up before anyone had a chance to take incriminating photos.