Murloco's Fish Tacos
Title: Murloco’s Fish Tacos
Author: Ldydragon7
Characters/Paring: Cougar/Jensen, Clay
Word Count: 455
Rating: PG
Summary: Clay POV. Two times Cougar answers the door in Jensen’s clothes. Partially celebrating the repeal of DADT but mostly an excuse to get Cougar into Jensen’s clothes.
Clay raised an eyebrow when Cougar opened the door to his room wearing a T-shirt that was a tad too big on him, proclaiming Murloco’s to have the best fish tacos in Azeroth. From it a strange, grinning fish-man creature wearing a sombrero flashed him a thumbs up. Clay’s eyebrow rose higher. Cougar glared at him. Usually deciphering the minutia of meaning in Cougar’s glares was Jensen’s job, but this one clearly said, “I have spent the last several days lying in icy slush and everything I own is wet and muddy. This is the first time in a week that I am warm, dry and no one is shooting at us. I am not wearing my own clothes until we get back to base and the washing machines. Oh, and it’s all your fault. So go ahead, make a comment.” Clay really was impressed with just how expressive his sniper could be without saying a word. Still he was only partially to blame for the condition of the sniper’s perch and the other options had been just as bad. It was completely not his fault that due to some rather unique maneuvering during extraction, Cougar’s pack had gotten similarly wet and muddy. He knew better then to point it out however, commanding officer or not, he wouldn’t put it past Cougar to shoot him.
Clay pulled up his best poker face, “Team meeting in twenty.”
Cougar nodded.
Clay made it a few steps down the hallway before that recklessly contrary part of him that really should know better had him turning back, catching Cougar’s eye before he finished closing the door. Clay smirked. “Nice shirt.”
He grinned as the sound of Cougar’s growl followed him down the stairs.
**~~**
Clay didn’t think about ‘The T-shirt Incident’ again until several years later, after Bolivia, after Max had finally been taken down and after they had been reinstated in the Army. Apparently Cougar had far less of a problem answering the door in Jensen’s boxers then he did answering the door in Jensen’s T-shirt. Clay internally winced at the fact he could so readily identify his hacker’s underwear but the vampire fanged smiley faces couldn’t belong to anyone else.
“Team meeting in twenty.”
Cougar nodded.
Clay looked past him to the unmoving, blanket covered lump in the middle of the bed, thought about the news article he had seen this morning, the one Jensen had undoubtedly known about minutes after the votes were tallied. Decided that while he no longer had to be quite so willfully blind, Clay still didn’t want to ask. Settled on, “Just try not to break him, okay?”
Cougar smirked. “He’s sturdy.”
Clay winced. Yeah, he still really didn’t want to ask.