Fic: The Watcher
Title - The Watcher
Pairings- Jensen/Cougar, (implied or pre-slash) Clay/Roque
Rating - NC-17
Warnings - Sexual Situations, Voyeurism
Disclaimer - I own absolutely nada
Summary - There are many ways to get sweaty in a gym
A/N - My first Losers fic so characters may be a bit ooc
Clay knew he shouldn’t be watching this. He knows that Jensen’s smart enough and demented enough to make his life even more of a living hell than any of the women he’d slept with and the hacker could do it all without even the briefest physical contact. Not to mention the fact that if Cougar catches him, he’s liable to skin Clay like a cat, pun intended, chain of command be damned!
He knows all this but he can’t drag his eyes away from them. A part of him is pissed that they’re messing around in the team training room where any fucking body can just walk in on them but then again they aren’t in the army anymore so it shouldn’t matter. The bigger part of him is turned the fuck on.
“Jesus!”
Clay flinched and glanced over at where Roque has suddenly appeared at his side, but the other man’s eyes are glued to the tableau before them and Clay’s own follow. Whether it’s out of sympathy or pure perversion he’ll never tell.
Cougar’s fingers were white knuckled where he gripped the bar above his head as Jensen eased him up and down on his dick. The sniper’s pants were discarded on the floor and his long legs were clinched tight around the hacker’s waist.
Jensen whispered something to him and Cougar shook his head, hair flowing over his shoulder like an ebony waterfall, unencumbered by the hat that was now hiding Jensen golden locks from view.
Jensen pressed his face against Cougar’s neck and the room seemed to freeze.
Clay could feel the sweat drenching the back of his shirt as he waited for the couple’s next move.
Cougar made a low sound and the strange stalemate broke. Jensen’s hips drilled into the other man’s fast and hard enough to make the sniper’s entire body vibrate.
The hacker growled when Cougar whimpered and Clay swore he heard Roque echo the sound but he couldn’t look away long enough to confirm that.
Cougar’s mouth fell open and plea after plea in broken Spanish littered the air but Jensen kept moving like a man possessed.
Cougar’s fingers slipped from the bar, arms wrapping around Jensen’s neck as his entire body tensed.
“Lo siento,”
The words were loud enough for Clay to make out and he watched as Jensen’s hips fell back into a gentle rhythm as the hacker allowed Cougar’s lips to find his own.
Clay took a deep breath and pulled away from the scene, unsurprised when he found that Roque had done the same. Pulling the door closed fully he turned and followed his 2IC as he stepped out unto the porch.
“They weren’t just fucking,” Roque pointed out after a second
Clay sighed and glanced towards the horizon where the sun was just setting behind the trees “Yeah.” He agreed
“They deserve it.” Roque muttered as he settled into one of the chairs and Clay grinned as he took the seat beside him ignoring the other chairs.
Maybe he’d take a leaf out of Cougar’s book and start looking closer to home for what he needed.
Pairings- Jensen/Cougar, (implied or pre-slash) Clay/Roque
Rating - NC-17
Warnings - Sexual Situations, Voyeurism
Disclaimer - I own absolutely nada
Summary - There are many ways to get sweaty in a gym
A/N - My first Losers fic so characters may be a bit ooc
Clay knew he shouldn’t be watching this. He knows that Jensen’s smart enough and demented enough to make his life even more of a living hell than any of the women he’d slept with and the hacker could do it all without even the briefest physical contact. Not to mention the fact that if Cougar catches him, he’s liable to skin Clay like a cat, pun intended, chain of command be damned!
He knows all this but he can’t drag his eyes away from them. A part of him is pissed that they’re messing around in the team training room where any fucking body can just walk in on them but then again they aren’t in the army anymore so it shouldn’t matter. The bigger part of him is turned the fuck on.
“Jesus!”
Clay flinched and glanced over at where Roque has suddenly appeared at his side, but the other man’s eyes are glued to the tableau before them and Clay’s own follow. Whether it’s out of sympathy or pure perversion he’ll never tell.
Cougar’s fingers were white knuckled where he gripped the bar above his head as Jensen eased him up and down on his dick. The sniper’s pants were discarded on the floor and his long legs were clinched tight around the hacker’s waist.
Jensen whispered something to him and Cougar shook his head, hair flowing over his shoulder like an ebony waterfall, unencumbered by the hat that was now hiding Jensen golden locks from view.
Jensen pressed his face against Cougar’s neck and the room seemed to freeze.
Clay could feel the sweat drenching the back of his shirt as he waited for the couple’s next move.
Cougar made a low sound and the strange stalemate broke. Jensen’s hips drilled into the other man’s fast and hard enough to make the sniper’s entire body vibrate.
The hacker growled when Cougar whimpered and Clay swore he heard Roque echo the sound but he couldn’t look away long enough to confirm that.
Cougar’s mouth fell open and plea after plea in broken Spanish littered the air but Jensen kept moving like a man possessed.
Cougar’s fingers slipped from the bar, arms wrapping around Jensen’s neck as his entire body tensed.
“Lo siento,”
The words were loud enough for Clay to make out and he watched as Jensen’s hips fell back into a gentle rhythm as the hacker allowed Cougar’s lips to find his own.
Clay took a deep breath and pulled away from the scene, unsurprised when he found that Roque had done the same. Pulling the door closed fully he turned and followed his 2IC as he stepped out unto the porch.
“They weren’t just fucking,” Roque pointed out after a second
Clay sighed and glanced towards the horizon where the sun was just setting behind the trees “Yeah.” He agreed
“They deserve it.” Roque muttered as he settled into one of the chairs and Clay grinned as he took the seat beside him ignoring the other chairs.
Maybe he’d take a leaf out of Cougar’s book and start looking closer to home for what he needed.