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

[nevertouchmyhat]

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.

Continued from here for rating. :)

Comments

[petunias_fan]

Jensen's brain, most of which had effectively been turned to mush while the rest was distracted by those other, better, Cougar-y things, could barely manage English right now nevermind a foreign language, but whatever Cougar was saying it sounded nice.  Really nice.  Spanish was sexy.  Why hadn't he noticed before that Spanish was sexy

[nevertouchmyhat]

Cougar shrugged out of his over shirt and let it fall to the floor while he trailed kisses over Jensen’s throat to the other side of his neck. He could spend hours doing this, kissing and tasting Jensen’s skin, exploring every inch of him. He wanted to find those sensitive spots that made the blond moan and his knees go weak. He wanted to exploit them for his own uses and make Jensen beg him for more. God, he could listen to Jensen say his name like that forever

[petunias_fan]

Jesus H. Christ, Cougar was, like, a freakin' sex god or something. His lips and--and his hands (holy fuck his hands) were all over him and they somehow seemed to find the places that made pleasure race through him like a hit of an in-fucking-credible drug. Clever, calloused hands followed the curve of muscles, the shapes of scars, and hard lines and planes. Lips, when they weren't firmly attached to his, were kissing and, ooh, nipping along his jaw, neck, throat, and shoulder... Okay, so every place Cougar's touch wandered was the right place so sue him. He felt like a fucking violin and Cougar was the virtuoso who knew just how to make him sing. And he wanted to make Cougar feel that way, he wanted to be the one who could make Cougar melt with a touch, could turn him into a squirming mess

[nevertouchmyhat]

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