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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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.

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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.

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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.