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roque/jensen drabble
See the thing is, Jensen doesn't have a word for it either. But then again he never felt the need for one.
They don't hang out on long leaves - well, there was that one time that Jensen followed Roque back to Texas for his mother's funeral, but that was mostly to make sure Roque didn't spit in the old bitch's coffin and start world war fucking three with what was left of his relatives.
It isn't like they're ever going to holiday together, start saying I love you or, like, exchange rings, adopt a toddler and move to Albany.
Shit. Jensen doesn't get why everyone's so fucking nosy. Whatever the fuck they are doing, it isn't permanent and it sure as hell isn't stable.
See, sometimes, it's Jensen that fucks it up and forgets that of all the things that Roque does't want or need, caring for him is fucking high on that list. (He learnt that the hard way after Azerbaijin when all he got out of his tiptoeing around was a fucking broken jaw.)
And then sometimes it's Roque that screws up the little equilibrim thing they have. Gets all fucking handsy, or jealous, or is a general fucking dick about the shit Jensen does that really doesn't concern Roque at all. It takes Roque awhile to work out that you can fuck Jensen, you can try out that thing you found on google with Jensen but you don't get to fucking keep Jensen.
The hacker isn't even completely loyal to his prize fucking computers. See Jensen doesn't do exclusive. He's partial to things, like he's partial to the thing between him and Roque. He just isn't adverse to find other entertainment if the mood strikes him, or if Roque is being a complete fucking asshole.
Fuck, Jensen doesn't even keep himself to the army completely. He spends his free time moonlighting for the NSA, or the CIA or a guy on the internet with the username of fucking FreeThem51. (who Jensen swears up and down is not a fucking nut even though the guy pays Jensen to sort through Area 51's secret fucking files.)
See the thing is, Jensen doesn't have a word for it either. But then again he never felt the need for one.
They don't hang out on long leaves - well, there was that one time that Jensen followed Roque back to Texas for his mother's funeral, but that was mostly to make sure Roque didn't spit in the old bitch's coffin and start world war fucking three with what was left of his relatives.
It isn't like they're ever going to holiday together, start saying I love you or, like, exchange rings, adopt a toddler and move to Albany.
Shit. Jensen doesn't get why everyone's so fucking nosy. Whatever the fuck they are doing, it isn't permanent and it sure as hell isn't stable.
See, sometimes, it's Jensen that fucks it up and forgets that of all the things that Roque does't want or need, caring for him is fucking high on that list. (He learnt that the hard way after Azerbaijin when all he got out of his tiptoeing around was a fucking broken jaw.)
And then sometimes it's Roque that screws up the little equilibrim thing they have. Gets all fucking handsy, or jealous, or is a general fucking dick about the shit Jensen does that really doesn't concern Roque at all. It takes Roque awhile to work out that you can fuck Jensen, you can try out that thing you found on google with Jensen but you don't get to fucking keep Jensen.
The hacker isn't even completely loyal to his prize fucking computers. See Jensen doesn't do exclusive. He's partial to things, like he's partial to the thing between him and Roque. He just isn't adverse to find other entertainment if the mood strikes him, or if Roque is being a complete fucking asshole.
Fuck, Jensen doesn't even keep himself to the army completely. He spends his free time moonlighting for the NSA, or the CIA or a guy on the internet with the username of fucking FreeThem51. (who Jensen swears up and down is not a fucking nut even though the guy pays Jensen to sort through Area 51's secret fucking files.)