I’m Sorry, I’m Sorry, I’m Sorry - 30 Day OTP Challenge
I just love The Losers, okay?
And I’ll be best fucking friends with anyone else who loves them as well. (Meaning follow me NOW and I’ll follow you the hell right back.)
Especially the ones that ship
Impersonation ~ Resonant
Fandom: The Losers (2010)
Pairing: Carlos “Cougar” Alvarez/Jake Jensen
Rating: Explicit (AO3)
Author Tags: Romance, First Time, Undercover
“This is a dream assignment, and I am not going to fuck it up just because my teammates aren’t secure enough in their masculinity,” he said to Pooch.
“You ever nibble on my earlobe again, they will find your body in eight places,” Pooch said, but Pooch didn’t share Jensen’s commitment to self-improvement.
Team ENGH Notes: I think it says something about Resonant’s skill that neither H. nor I know this fandom AT ALL and yet still found this hot. ~A.
Jensen stopped typing, head cocked to the side, staring at the little folded slip of paper that just appeared on his keyboard. “Very funny.” He mutters, before brushing it to the side, going back to his algorithm.
Again, another slip of paper sails between his head and the monitor, landing on the keyboard, again, he brushes it to the side, and continues to work.
The next one hits the back of his neck, and he can hear Cougar breathing while he aims the fourth.
Sure enough, somehow a slip of paper manages to land ON his glasses.
“Fine, fine, I was trying to get something figured out while it’s quiet, but lets see what’s so important.”
Jensen unfolds the first slip -‘te amo’ it says.
Then the second ‘te echo’ it says. “I’m right here.” He replies, not looking up.
The third, well ‘ven a la cama’ it says.
And the fourth- ‘estoy desnudo’.
Jensen falls backward off of his chair in his rush.
Jensen likes Qatar. His team thinks he’s nuts but he likes it. The barracks are clean, they’re far enough away that no one is bombing them. He can relax and it’s hot. It’s like Texas without the rednecks and rodeos.
He doesn’t even have to get out of bed and put on pants which makes it even better. He knows this is all a set up, treat the team of crazies well before dumping them into the middle of a the most dangerous province in Afghanistan. Jensen has no problem with being treated on someone else’s dime.
The sound of the water running stops and the door to the bathroom opens and Cougar’s there, still damp from the shower, only a single towel wrapped around his hips.
Jensen smirks and throws the blanket covering him aside. Cougar’s eyes run over his body, lingering at the line of his hips.
“Just showered,” he says.
“Since when has that ever stopped us? Come on. We finally don’t have sand in really awkward places and there are sheets. I really like sheets.”
Cougar takes a few steps forward, close enough that he can touch Jensen’s knee. “You like sheets?” He murmurs, his voice dropping, become rougher.
Jensen swallows hard and spreads his legs wider. “They’re very smooth, soft. Well not these ones, these ones are kinda cheap but-” Cougar squeezes his knee and he makes a choking sound. “Like you more.” Cougar smirks and kneels between Jensen’s legs, his hand trailing up Jensen’s thigh to his hip. Jensen smirks. “Like you a lot more, softer then any sheets, come here.” He reaches up and grabs the towel with both hands, using it to yank Cougar down on top of him.
Cougar lets out a huff against Jensen’s lips and then they’re kissing and Jensen has his legs around Cougar and yea, Jensen likes Qatar.