I'll know my purpose, this war was worth this, I won't let you down

[nevertouchmyhat]

Who: Jensen and Cougar
When: Evening, a little after 10.
Where: The bar in the village and then Jensen's room.
What: Drinking and reminiscing leads to other things.

Continued from here for rating. :)

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[petunias_fan]

Jensen's brain, most of which had effectively been turned to mush while the rest was distracted by those other, better, Cougar-y things, could barely manage English right now nevermind a foreign language, but whatever Cougar was saying it sounded nice.  Really nice.  Spanish was sexy.  Why hadn't he noticed before that Spanish was sexy

[nevertouchmyhat]

Cougar shrugged out of his over shirt and let it fall to the floor while he trailed kisses over Jensen’s throat to the other side of his neck. He could spend hours doing this, kissing and tasting Jensen’s skin, exploring every inch of him. He wanted to find those sensitive spots that made the blond moan and his knees go weak. He wanted to exploit them for his own uses and make Jensen beg him for more. God, he could listen to Jensen say his name like that forever

[petunias_fan]

Jesus H. Christ, Cougar was, like, a freakin' sex god or something. His lips and--and his hands (holy fuck his hands) were all over him and they somehow seemed to find the places that made pleasure race through him like a hit of an in-fucking-credible drug. Clever, calloused hands followed the curve of muscles, the shapes of scars, and hard lines and planes. Lips, when they weren't firmly attached to his, were kissing and, ooh, nipping along his jaw, neck, throat, and shoulder... Okay, so every place Cougar's touch wandered was the right place so sue him. He felt like a fucking violin and Cougar was the virtuoso who knew just how to make him sing. And he wanted to make Cougar feel that way, he wanted to be the one who could make Cougar melt with a touch, could turn him into a squirming mess

[nevertouchmyhat]

Jensen’s name fell from Cougar’s lips again and again as slender fingers and soft lips explored his skin. Nimble fingers danced over his abs, tracing the muscles and the scars there like they could memorize where they each fell and how they moved beneath the intimate touch. They paused briefly on a bundle of scar tissue that disappeared beneath the waistband of the sniper’s jeans before tracing it down as far as they could go. Cougar moaned, his fingers tightening around Jensen’s knee encouragingly, but the hacker wasn’t done playing, exploring, claiming yet. He skimmed his palm teasingly along the edge of the fabric and gripped the opposite hip firmly, before leaning down to trail kisses along the sniper’s chest

[petunias_fan]

Encouraged by sounds that should be illegal in all fifty states they were that good, Jensen dragged his tongue across a dusky nipple. It earned him a moan that was the fucking epitome of decadent. He wasn't gonna lie. He loved this, loved quiet, composed, stoic Cougar coming undone underneath him. Unbelievably huge turn-on. "God, Cougs, you're so fucking hot." The praise tumbled free unbidden, desire and inebriation making lips loose. Wanting more, needing it like he needed air, Jensen closed his mouth around the nub of a nipple and whirled his tongue around it. Cougar arched up into him and let loose a babble of breathless Spanish. Again, not so sure what was being said (though he did catch a few swears) but it sounded nice

[nevertouchmyhat]

Cougar looked up at Jensen with desperation in his eyes to find the same need reflected back at him. The blond was enjoying this as much as he was--wanted this as much as he did. The realization that Jensen could, perhaps, be his beyond tonight penetrated the daze that had settled over him from the alcohol and lust, and for a moment Cougar lay frozen as he tried to process the information. But then Jensen’s thumb dipped below his jeans again, lower this time, stopping all coherent thought, and it didn’t really matter anymore what happened tomorrow or the next day. Jensen was on top of him now, saying his name now, unbuttoning his pants nowThe sniper moved as suddenly as Jensen had earlier, and without warning pulled the hacker down into a kiss so deep, so passionate that they were both moaning into it. Jensen’s hands became tangled in his hair again, and Cougar rolled them over in the limited space so that they were side by side on the mattress. He toed off first his boots, and then Jensen’s while his hands found holds at the nape of

[petunias_fan]

Jensen made an encouraging sound into the kiss as Cougar's hand slid down the back of his jeans and cupped his backside. They kissed messily, all starved hunger and desperation, like this was all they wanted and they couldn't get enough of it, and his fingers threaded needily in Cougar's hair, drawing him deeper into the embrace of their lips. A silent plea for more, for closer, for Cougar not to let him go. He wanted him so much, needed him so much that he felt as if he'd drown in it. And at the same time it was more than it. It was want and need and-and something else, and he didn't have words for it, but fucking hell it was amazing. And it was swallowing him up and he wanted to let it

[nevertouchmyhat]

More. Cougar wanted more. More contact, more skin, more friction, more Jensen. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get his fill. He clung to the other man, grinding and kissing and moaning his name, but it wasn’t enough. There was too much clothing between them, too many barriers stopping them from the more that they both desperately wanted

[petunias_fan]

Jensen hooked an arm around Cougar's neck and pulled him in for the kiss. He let out a groan, devouring the taste of the lips pressed to his and the feel of the tongue sensually dancing with his own. He didn't let go, couldn't let go, he held him there and kissing him like he'd been craving that simple act of intimacy. And he had been, and it was good, fucking amazing, but it wasn't enough. His body hungrily pressed up into Cougar's. There was no space between them, they're pressed together from chest to hips, and it wasn't close enough. He wanted more skin, he wanted more of Cougar. Fuck, he wanted all of him

[nevertouchmyhat]

Cougar moaned deep in the back of his throat, a response not only to the words Jensen was saying, but his tone of voice. It was demanding, needy, forceful, and just fucking amazing. It did things to Cougar’s insides that shouldn’t be possible--made him mush and rock hard all at the same time. If it was possible, it made him want Jensen even more

[petunias_fan]

Jensen tossed Cougar's boxers over the edge of the bed. His own soon followed, thrown who-gives-a-fuck-where and the two hungrily locked lips again. With nothing left between them, they rocked against one another, moaning at the hard, slick slide of their naked bodies. God, it felt good. It felt fucking great. They rolled over, Cougar pinning Jensen under him, and hips ground together again. “Don't stop, Cougar,” he groaned, halfway between a plea and a demand. “So good. Oh, fuck, Cougs, don't stop.” One hand carded through Cougar's hair, drawing him in for a kiss, while the other grabbed hold of his waist, pulling him in as his hips rose up to meet him. Each thrust sent a fresh spark of raw lust racing through him. It wasn't enough, though. It still wasn't enough.

Worming a hand between their bodies, Jensen closed his fingers around Cougar's erection. The sound it earned him, a gasp that became a shuddering, throaty moan, was by far the hottest fucking thing he'd ever heard. “God, Cougar, you're so hot,” he told him, voice low,

[nevertouchmyhat]

Pleasure. Hot, searing, earth-shattering pleasure rolled over Cougar with each pump of Jensen’s hand. Incomprehensible words and sounds fell from his lips. He was coming undone, completely fucking undone and he never wanted it to end. His hands tightened, spasming on the blankets beneath them and on Jensen’s butt as his hips thrust down into the other man’s hand, meeting him stroke for stroke. He didn’t last long. The words spilling from Jensen’s lips, the friction and the heat that had been building up between them, and the perfect way those clever fingers fit around his shaft quickly drove him over the edge. His breathing became more erratic, his arms started to shake, and the sniper came, Jensen’s name on his lips

[petunias_fan]

Jensen--Jake, he'd called him Jake and, fuck, it was hot and it sounded so damn right out of his mouth--greedily pressed up into Cougar's hand. Each stroke was strong and firm and sure, like Cougar knew just how to touch him. Like Cougar knew him better than anyone else and knew exactly what to give him. He did. Oh, God, he did. Always Cougar. It had always been Cougar and somewhere amidst the storm of sensations Jensen was blissfully lost in was the question of how the fuck had he not seen this before? This had been in front of him, right fucking in front of him, for ten years and he was only realizing now. Idiot. Stupid, stupid, lucky idiot

[nevertouchmyhat]

Cougar indulged himself in a few more of those soft kisses before sitting up on his elbows. The urgency was gone. That desperate need for more had dissipated somewhat now that his body was in a state of pure bliss, but he was still unable to keep his hands and mouth off of Jensen. “I can’t get enough of you,” the sniper said quietly, pressing another kiss just below his ear to prove his point. He let out a content sigh, nuzzling his nose beneath the blond’s jaw. His scent, all sweat and sex and that component that was purely Jensen, was intoxicating. He could spend all night wrapped in it, but first they had to get cleaned up. He ghosted his lips over the skin before reluctantly sitting up

[petunias_fan]

Jensen pulled the comforter up over them and, settling back onto the bed, threw an arm across Cougar's waist. He hugged him closer, held him there, and pressed a kiss to his temple, his cheek, and then the corner of his mouth. Yeah, he could relate with the whole not getting enough thing. His free hand slid down, found Cougar's hand, and laced their fingers. The sex had been, without a doubt, incredible. If he had to list off his top ten fucks Cougar'd be numbers one through ten without even trying. But this--Man, he wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

Resting his head near the other man's, Jensen closed his eyes, drifting on the afterglow of what had turned out to be the best night in the history of, fuck that, in the existence of best nights. He smiled, murmured something unintelligible, and kissed Cougar on the cheek again. Could he stay here forever? Staying here forever would be nice. He muttered something else, the words unable to be understood but the warmth in them unmistakable, and he snuggled closer to Cougar.

[nevertouchmyhat]

This was where Cougar was supposed to be, where he belonged. The warm weight of Jensen’s arm curled around his waist just felt...right. It wasn’t the most elegant of words, but there was no other word for the feeling that had consumed his entire being. He was relaxed and content in a way that he could never remember being before. He wanted to stay awake, to soak in the feeling for as long as he could, but his eyes were already closing of their own accord. Yawning, the sniper tucked his head beneath Jensen’s chin and let himself drift off to sleep in his best friend’s arms.