The fun of being in the closet
Who: Jensen and Cougar
When: Early afternoon
Where: The village, the Manor House
What: Jensen notices a closet on his and Cougar’s way back from PT and gets an idea… AKA Pure porn.
Jensen had only been living in the new place for a little while now and, while he loved it, he was definitely beginning to see a few downsides. The primary one being the sudden lack of space. The Manor House was, as its pretentious name would imply, big. All that room yet it felt so small. There was always someone somewhere, which meant you were never really alone. He was used to sharing much, much smaller places than this with people (He would never forgot the outhouse in Burma that Roque had order him never to talk about even under pain of death), what he wasn't used to was sharing close quarters while trying to keep a relationship on the down low. It was really difficult to get some alone time with your boyfriend when someone was always in the kitchen or in the living room, or when friends dropped by to ask you to hang out or your boss was ordering mandatory PT. He liked it here. He liked this whole living like a family thing they had going on. He liked it a lot. But, man, he missed that little corner of the world they’d carved out for themselves that had let him hold his boyfriend’s hand whenever he felt like it.
They were passing by the supply closet on the first floor when Jensen got the idea. Having never met an impulsive thought he didn't like, he went with it, grabbing Cougar by his hand and pulling him inside. The closet wasn't tiny, but it was small. Empty but for a metal shelving unit against the far wall that had cleaning supplies and a half-empty bag of paper towels on one shelf and a container of linens on another, the fit for them both was still on the snug side. He closed and locked the door behind them and then pushed a very confused-looking Cougar against the nearest wall.
Jensen tipped Cougar's hat back a little with a finger, gifting himself with a nice full view of his boyfriend's face, and grinned. It was the kind of grin that, coming from him, usually meant trouble. He kept his voice low, not quite whispering, "It just occurred to me that we're sharing a house now with a bunch of different people. Everyone living so close. All that privacy we had before is gone.” Jensen pressed in closer, voice dropping a little lower, a little softer. “I really think we should practice being quiet." He smiled and kissed Cougar on the neck as his hands went to the buttons of his shirt. “Just in case, hm?”
When: Early afternoon
Where: The village, the Manor House
What: Jensen notices a closet on his and Cougar’s way back from PT and gets an idea… AKA Pure porn.
Jensen had only been living in the new place for a little while now and, while he loved it, he was definitely beginning to see a few downsides. The primary one being the sudden lack of space. The Manor House was, as its pretentious name would imply, big. All that room yet it felt so small. There was always someone somewhere, which meant you were never really alone. He was used to sharing much, much smaller places than this with people (He would never forgot the outhouse in Burma that Roque had order him never to talk about even under pain of death), what he wasn't used to was sharing close quarters while trying to keep a relationship on the down low. It was really difficult to get some alone time with your boyfriend when someone was always in the kitchen or in the living room, or when friends dropped by to ask you to hang out or your boss was ordering mandatory PT. He liked it here. He liked this whole living like a family thing they had going on. He liked it a lot. But, man, he missed that little corner of the world they’d carved out for themselves that had let him hold his boyfriend’s hand whenever he felt like it.
They were passing by the supply closet on the first floor when Jensen got the idea. Having never met an impulsive thought he didn't like, he went with it, grabbing Cougar by his hand and pulling him inside. The closet wasn't tiny, but it was small. Empty but for a metal shelving unit against the far wall that had cleaning supplies and a half-empty bag of paper towels on one shelf and a container of linens on another, the fit for them both was still on the snug side. He closed and locked the door behind them and then pushed a very confused-looking Cougar against the nearest wall.
Jensen tipped Cougar's hat back a little with a finger, gifting himself with a nice full view of his boyfriend's face, and grinned. It was the kind of grin that, coming from him, usually meant trouble. He kept his voice low, not quite whispering, "It just occurred to me that we're sharing a house now with a bunch of different people. Everyone living so close. All that privacy we had before is gone.” Jensen pressed in closer, voice dropping a little lower, a little softer. “I really think we should practice being quiet." He smiled and kissed Cougar on the neck as his hands went to the buttons of his shirt. “Just in case, hm?”