CCL FIC: Christmas in Bogota (The Losers - Clay/Jensen/Cougar - FRM - 1/1)

Dec 28, 2010 13:50


Title:  Christmas in Bogota
Author: Sam
Fandom:  The Losers (movie!verse)
Pairing:  Clay/Jensen/Cougar
Rating:  FRM - slash, threesome, langauge
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Disclaimer:  Not mine, no money made.
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Summary:  There's a time for observation and a time for action.  Recon's over.
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A/N:  Timeline issues make it AU.
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Dark eyes followed the man across the bar chatting with the bartender as he gathered their drinks, bright smile and blue eyes flashing behind the round glasses as he turned to wade back through the tables, bodies, and smoke that lay between him and the rest of his team. Reading the signs, Clay had to shake his head at the sure mess of trouble building up with the cheerful bounce; it was bound to happen, and sooner rather than later.

Jensen was drawing attention. Again. The boy needed an outlet. Hell, after their last mission, they all did.

It wasn't hard to spot their last teammate; among the darker natives the short, dark blond buzz fairly glowed in the candle- and fairy lights thrown about the bar in an attempt to create an atmosphere that would offset the normal menace this neighborhood otherwise held for the few tourists stupid enough to venture inside. Bogota was nothing if not a fend-for-yourself environment where even those who were able to deal with the dangers were not immune to the effects of the muggings and worse that inevitably caught the weak or unaware.

The tech op clearly ignored all of that; wide smile and tacky t-shirt moving from woman to woman as he took advantage of the holiday to flirt and kiss his way across the bar, the perfect excuse for both dangling over his head, a makeshift sprig of mistletoe taped to his ballcap.

Christmas Eve, 2010.

Even in Bogota, Christmas was popular enough to warrant celebration. But then, any excuse was a good excuse for a party. Especially down here in the shadows where there was little else to do other than run guns, run drugs, or run away from those that did.

Fortunately for them, the team tended to cover each other's back, even off-mission; once more stranded and working on a way out of the country. Maybe especially while off-mission, stranded, and working on a way out of the country.

In the meantime, the unexpected downtime meant a night out, plenty of alcohol, and watching the blond maneuver around the crowded room with another round of shots in hand, working on adding to his yuletide kiss collection and failing miserably.

At this rate, they would never get their drinks.

Another set of dark eyes cutting through the smoke as Jensen shamelessly flirted with a woman who clearly had no intention of going through with what her wide, inviting smile implied, while her very large boyfriend grew more and more enraged, Cougar threw back the shot in his hand. Slamming the glass, rim down, on the table behind him, the sharpshooter abruptly pushed away from the wall, growling low into the group, "Cover me. I'm going in."

Roque and Pooch traded bewildered looks behind his back at Cougar stalking his way across the bar.

Clay snickered into his chest.

"What the hell's his problem?"

"Didn't know he needed a drink that bad, man."

Watching Cougar cut a lithe path through the bar and feeling a smile crawl over his face at the fact that Jensen had no idea he had just gone from predator to prey, Clay threw back his own shot as Cougar took a hold of their youngest's arm, turning a very surprised Jensen around to plant a kiss of his own on lips opened to protest the interruption of his latest attempted conquest.

"What - the hell?"

"Colonel?"

Feeling the warm flush of arousal at what really was a very passionate kiss through the bite of the alcohol, Clay didn't fight the short bark of laughter that bubbled up as Jensen got over his surprise, realized it wasn't a prank, and tentatively started kissing back.

Setting his own empty glass beside Cougar's with a decisive thump, the Colonel shrugged, saying only, "Well you know what they say - if you can't beat'em..."

Clapping both men on the shoulder with a wide smile and a "Merry Christmas, boys," he left them staring after him in stunned silence as he made his own way across the floor. He could feel their eyes on his back as he reached the two men out in the middle, oblivious to anything other than each other, noting and approving of the one dark eye that opened as soon as he stepped within tactical range. Cougar closed it a moment later, the hand cupping the sharp jaw running a thumb over Jensen's cheek before drawing the kiss to a close. The moment his lips left Jensen's, before the blue eyes could open, Jen protesting the loss, Clay took the arm not quite hiding under the eyeburning cotton and turned the bemused tech around, claiming a kiss of his own.

It started out light, though the taste of whiskey and Cougar on the eager lips as well as Jensen's soft whine of encouragement quickly turned it darker, deeper; the surprisingly strong arms wrapping around his hips and holding on as he heard Cougar chuckle low and approving off to his left.

Pulling back slowly, Clay watched as the blue eyes behind their round lenses fluttered open, sense returning bit by bit as Jensen licked his lips, muttering. "Damn. I mean *wow*. I - hey," Realizing his arms had wrapped themselves around Clay's hips and his hands were now empty, Jensen frowned. "Where're the shots?"

Drawing in close, Cougar bumped the blond's shoulder, the five small glasses of whiskey held in the sharpshooter's fingers. "I thought I would assist. You were about to be very busy, mijo," he smirked by way of explanation.

Arms held around Jensen in proprietary fashion, Clay chuckled at the look that clearly said Jensen wanted to be offended by the ambush though he surely didn't intend to argue with the results.

Leaning down to rumble low and dirty in his ear, Clay suggested, "How about we get out of here, find someplace a little more private, and get very, very busy, whaddaya say?"

"Damned fine idea, boss." Cougar nodded, dark eyes intense under the hat as they followed the bob of skin, Jensen swallowing against the sudden rush of lust rolling over him in waves.

"Fuck fuckity fuck fuck - "

Clay chuckled and pressed closer, the shiver that ran through the younger man as his breath ghosted over Jensen's ear sending a dark wave of satisfaction through him. "That's the general idea. Jensen?"

"Y-yeah. Yes, absolutely. Damn good plan."

Smug rumble. "Glad you agree."

End

frm, au, slash, clay/jensen/cougar, threesome, the losers

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