Hot Tub Heaven
Author: emocezi
Title: Hot tub Heaven
Rating: R
Pairing: Cougar/Jensen
Wordcount: 769
Disclaimer: I do not own The Losers now do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: Written for a dear friend of mine over on Deviantart who promised to illistrate something from this as soon as she has the time.
Translations:
silencio idiota - Silence Idiot
The first thing they had done when they landed in America was to split up for a week and make sure they weren't being followed, make sure Aisha hadn't betrayed them. Though, if she had wanted to kill them, the best time would have been when they were helpless, thirty thousand feet in the air and immobile in their own coffins. The irony had not been lost on any of them.
Pooch went with Roque, Clay with Aisha, and Jensen with Cougar.
Jensen hacked into one of the many accounts of a favorite bank in the Cayman Islands he liked to borrow money from. Through the magic of code and his own genius, he made it look as if the bank had simply lost the funds mid transfer. The bank would shrug it off as it was never a large enough amount to draw attention too, and replace the money themselves.
The hacker liked to think of himself as a modern day Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and giving to...himself. Okay, bad analogy.
Jensen had used his ill-begotten funds to rent out the honeymoon suite of a three-star hotel. There was room service, but it wasn't posh. No mints left on your pillows, no freshly stocked mini-bar. But it had a king sized bed and a jacuzzi tub big enough for three people and that was really all that mattered.
XxX XxX
Jensen quietly clicked the door shut and set down his laptop bag, toeing off his shoes and rubbing a hand over his head. A quick glance of the room showed the still rumbled bed, clothing strewn about like a bomb had been set off and Cougar's hat on the handle of the door leading to the bathroom.
Jensen's eyebrow's winged upwards and he grinned to himself, pulling off his shirt and throwing it on the bedside chair and sauntering towards the bathroom. There was a faint humming sound that grew louder then he plucked the hat from the handle and tugged the door open, taking in the sight of Cougar fully relaxed and plaint in the jet streams of hot water.
“Enjoying yourself?” A low rumble of contentment was his only answer and Jensen chuckled, unbuttoning his pants and wiggling out of them. He kicked them off to the side, his boxers getting the same treatment. “Mind if I join you? I'll scrub your back.”
Cougar tossed a careless grin over his shoulder and inched forward, his invitation clear. The hacker folded his hands as if in prayer and cast a thankful look skywards before climbing into the tub behind the sniper. The water sloshed over the side only once before settling at a level dangerously close to the lip of the tub.
Cougar waited until Jensen was settled, then leaned backwards, nearly going limp against Jensen's broad chest. If he were a cat, he'd have been purring.
“God bless whoever invented these things.” Jensen mumbled, feeling every single bad thing about the past few months just melt away in the hot water and simple companionship. Cougar hummed in agreement, flicking his fingers over the timer and turning the jets on. The hacker groaned, burring his face in Cougar's shoulder and shuddering.
“You're so easy.” Cougar snickered.
“Shut up. Oh my god, I'm having a religious experience. No, I can't be, this is so good it's probably a sin. I promise to stop swearing if we can just stay here for the rest of fucking ever.” Cougar chuckled, turning his head to press his lips lightly against Jensen's.
“Enjoy it today. We deal with tomorrow when it comes.”
“Okay. Wake me up if I fall asleep, I don't want to drown. What a pansy death. I mean, if we were fucking and I hit my head on the side of the tub and drowned, that would be different, but falling asleep in the tub is the equivalent of being mauled to death by kittens wearing little hats or something. Mocked. Forever.”
“Give me silence for half an hour.” Cougar muttered and Jensen huffed, sinking lower in the water and groaning again.
“Heaven I tell you. Pure heaven. This is what I want when I die. You, me, and a jacuzzi for the rest of eternity.”
“Silencio idiota.”
“Right, sorry. Being quiet now.” The only sound after that were the humming of the water jets and Jensen's occasional sigh of contentment. Cougar smiled and silently agreed that this would be the ideal version of the afterlife. Complete with a silent Jensen.
Title: Hot tub Heaven
Rating: R
Pairing: Cougar/Jensen
Wordcount: 769
Disclaimer: I do not own The Losers now do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: Written for a dear friend of mine over on Deviantart who promised to illistrate something from this as soon as she has the time.
Translations:
silencio idiota - Silence Idiot
The first thing they had done when they landed in America was to split up for a week and make sure they weren't being followed, make sure Aisha hadn't betrayed them. Though, if she had wanted to kill them, the best time would have been when they were helpless, thirty thousand feet in the air and immobile in their own coffins. The irony had not been lost on any of them.
Pooch went with Roque, Clay with Aisha, and Jensen with Cougar.
Jensen hacked into one of the many accounts of a favorite bank in the Cayman Islands he liked to borrow money from. Through the magic of code and his own genius, he made it look as if the bank had simply lost the funds mid transfer. The bank would shrug it off as it was never a large enough amount to draw attention too, and replace the money themselves.
The hacker liked to think of himself as a modern day Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and giving to...himself. Okay, bad analogy.
Jensen had used his ill-begotten funds to rent out the honeymoon suite of a three-star hotel. There was room service, but it wasn't posh. No mints left on your pillows, no freshly stocked mini-bar. But it had a king sized bed and a jacuzzi tub big enough for three people and that was really all that mattered.
XxX XxX
Jensen quietly clicked the door shut and set down his laptop bag, toeing off his shoes and rubbing a hand over his head. A quick glance of the room showed the still rumbled bed, clothing strewn about like a bomb had been set off and Cougar's hat on the handle of the door leading to the bathroom.
Jensen's eyebrow's winged upwards and he grinned to himself, pulling off his shirt and throwing it on the bedside chair and sauntering towards the bathroom. There was a faint humming sound that grew louder then he plucked the hat from the handle and tugged the door open, taking in the sight of Cougar fully relaxed and plaint in the jet streams of hot water.
“Enjoying yourself?” A low rumble of contentment was his only answer and Jensen chuckled, unbuttoning his pants and wiggling out of them. He kicked them off to the side, his boxers getting the same treatment. “Mind if I join you? I'll scrub your back.”
Cougar tossed a careless grin over his shoulder and inched forward, his invitation clear. The hacker folded his hands as if in prayer and cast a thankful look skywards before climbing into the tub behind the sniper. The water sloshed over the side only once before settling at a level dangerously close to the lip of the tub.
Cougar waited until Jensen was settled, then leaned backwards, nearly going limp against Jensen's broad chest. If he were a cat, he'd have been purring.
“God bless whoever invented these things.” Jensen mumbled, feeling every single bad thing about the past few months just melt away in the hot water and simple companionship. Cougar hummed in agreement, flicking his fingers over the timer and turning the jets on. The hacker groaned, burring his face in Cougar's shoulder and shuddering.
“You're so easy.” Cougar snickered.
“Shut up. Oh my god, I'm having a religious experience. No, I can't be, this is so good it's probably a sin. I promise to stop swearing if we can just stay here for the rest of fucking ever.” Cougar chuckled, turning his head to press his lips lightly against Jensen's.
“Enjoy it today. We deal with tomorrow when it comes.”
“Okay. Wake me up if I fall asleep, I don't want to drown. What a pansy death. I mean, if we were fucking and I hit my head on the side of the tub and drowned, that would be different, but falling asleep in the tub is the equivalent of being mauled to death by kittens wearing little hats or something. Mocked. Forever.”
“Give me silence for half an hour.” Cougar muttered and Jensen huffed, sinking lower in the water and groaning again.
“Heaven I tell you. Pure heaven. This is what I want when I die. You, me, and a jacuzzi for the rest of eternity.”
“Silencio idiota.”
“Right, sorry. Being quiet now.” The only sound after that were the humming of the water jets and Jensen's occasional sigh of contentment. Cougar smiled and silently agreed that this would be the ideal version of the afterlife. Complete with a silent Jensen.