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

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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.

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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.

Cougar’s head tilted back, his eyes closed, and a particularly desperate sounding moan tore itself from his throat as Jensen’s tongue slid experimentally across a nipple. “Don’t stop, cariño,” he begged, the term of endearment slipping from his lips before he could think twice about it. “Please, don’t stop. Se siente rico. So good...”

((cariño = Slang meaning my dear lit: affection))

((Se Siente rico = that feels good))

[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.

Yeah, totally an awesome idea.

Teeth, lips, and tongue lavished attention on the nipple before moving on to the other, making sure it was given equal regard. 'Cause getting Cougar to make more of those noises was a must. His thumb slipped under the band of Cougar's jeans, brushing across the skin hidden there. Cougar made another sound then, a soft, needy sound, and a hand squeezed his knee then slid up his thigh. More, please. Yeah, he knew the feeling. The more he touched and kissed, the more he wanted to touch and kiss. The more he was touched and kissed, the more he wanted to be touched and kissed. Fuck, the more he just flat out wanted.

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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 now.

The 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 the blond’s neck and on his hip. He traced the line of the hipbone down to the elastic edge of the boxers that stuck out over Jensen’s jeans, and then around to the front where he popped the button and eased the zipper down. His rough palm then dragged back across Jensen’s abdomen and around to his back where it slid beneath the loosened jeans and the boxers.

[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.

The hand dragged him closer, pressed their hips together, and the sudden contact made Jensen break with a ramble that was pretty much nonsense peppered with swear words. His hips rolled greedily against Cougar's, straining erections grinding together through the layers of clothing that separated them, and the friction was dizzying. Cougar's name fell from his mouth like a curse, like a prayer, and fuck God, Jensen was totally worshiping at the alter of Cougar from here on out. Their mouths crashed together again, meeting for short, hungry kisses, in between which Jensen babbled praise, telling Cougar how good this felt, how sexy he was and how badly he wanted him.

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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.

Determined to get his more, the sniper rolled them again, pinning Jensen to the mattress this time. The hacker let out a noise close to a whimper as Cougar broke the latest kiss and sat up on his knees looking down at a thoroughly aroused Jensen. A shiver ran down his spine and he licked his bottom lip. “Dios, tiene calor,” he said, accent thick and rough with desire. Unable to keep his hands off of Jensen, Cougar ghosted his hands over his abdomen. Beneath him Jensen arched up into the touch, and let out a frustrated sounding moan of his name. Urged on by the noise, and acutely missing the feeling of the other man’s skin on his, the sniper hooked his fingers around Jensen’s waistband and tugged his jeans off, leaving him in just his boxers. He tossed the denim to the side along with the blond’s socks before leaning down for another kiss.

((Dios, tiene calor = God, you are hot))

[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.

Driven by that want, Jensen finally let go. His arm fell away and, as they kissed, his hands slid down Cougar's chest and sides, across his stomach, and around to his back. They fumbled there with the band of Cougar's jeans, rushing, trembling with need. He pushed them over Cougar's hips, down his thighs, fingers stealing what touches they could of lean, muscled skin as it was revealed. The pants made it was far as Cougar's knees before Jensen's brain put two and two together, got four, and realized that their current positions made it impossible for the clothing to get gone. He made a frustrated sound. “Off,” he said. “Take them off. Take them off or so help me God I'll find a way to rip them off.”

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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.

The sniper’s lips clashed with the blond’s again as he rolled back onto his side between him and the wall. He was desperate to comply with Jensen’s request, but he couldn’t break the kiss, couldn’t take his hands off of the other man long enough to slide his pants the rest of the way off. Eventually, between the two of them, they managed to get Cougar’s jeans and socks off, kissing, touching, grinding the entire time. Jensen pushed them off of the bed with his feet before tangling himself in the sniper’s legs again.

They thrust and ground against one another, the moans rising in intensity now that there was more skin to touch and be touched. It still wasn’t enough though. The new arrangement lasted only a few minutes before they both started to push at the other’s boxers by unspoken consent.

[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, intimate, and rough with lust. He started to move his hand in slow, even pumps, wanting to get more of those sounds from Cougar wanting to turn him into a squirming mess, drive him over the edge in a way that no one else had ever before. “I want you so badly. So much. Fuck, I can't think about anything else. Just you and wanting you and this.”

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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.

Cougar continued to moan as Jensen brought him through the orgasm, praise falling from his lips. “Jake. God, Jake that was amazing. I’ve never...Fuck. You’re amazing!” The hacker was still pressing up against Cougar desperately, his voice becoming more strained. The sniper didn’t make him wait any longer. He wanted Jensen with him in this, wanted him to feel the utter bliss he was feeling right now, so he wrapped his calloused fingers around the hacker’s erection and moved in time with Jensen’s hips.

[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.

Pleasure hit Jensen like fireworks, a new spark ignited with every stroke, an explosion with every pull from Cougar's skilled hand. Good. So unbelievably, fucking good. He babbled endlessly, Cougar's name and praise and encouragement falling freely. Pleas and demands for more, for it to never stop, for Cougar. He tilted his head, searching, looking, and Cougar's mouth found his. They kissed hungrily while the sniper brought him to his end. Jensen came with a rough cry, pressing up into Cougar's hand, holding on tightly to him, and then went slack when the last waves of his orgasm had passed.

"That was--God, that was," he rambled breathlessly, voice heavy with exhaustion and inebriation and the afterglow of a-fucking-mazing sex. "I don't even have words for what that was. I'm pretty sure no one has words for it." Cougar chuckled tiredly and it was the best sound he'd ever heard. "I'm going to invent a word for that. I'm thinking it'll be after you. Cougaring. I've been good and Cougar-ed. Oooh, I like it. I--" He was silenced by a soft kiss.

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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.

The sniper searched around the bed for something to clean them up with before Jensen could further distract him. The hacker’s boxers were hanging on the support at the end of the bed, so he used them to quickly wipe up the bodily fluids. Once done, he tossed the boxers carelessly toward the hamper, and settled on his side between Jensen and the wall, a rapturous smile on his face. Lips met again in a chaste kiss while the two arranged themselves into a comfortable position.

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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.

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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.