COUGAR

Two rules:Don't touch the hat.Don't touch the hacker [ indie rp blog for sgt. carlos "cougar" alvarez from the losers. comic and movie influence, set before comic book ending ]

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doesnttrustcats:

“Oh, so it’s that kind of night.” Making sure to give Cougar his best eyebrow waggle, he’d been working on its effectiveness (so far it had 60-40 success rate when used against the sniper, but Jensen was getting better) and slipped his shirt over his head. Tossing it to the side, he flipped onto his stomach, stretching out his long limbs on the relatively small bed and made himself comfortable. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. “What’d I do to earn your magic fingers tonight? You find that stash of chocolate I left for you? I’ll have you know, that was a bitch to find, but I have my ways, Cougar, and they all benefit the resident kitty cat.” 

“Si.” He took the chance, while Jensen was getting settled, to fish a small bottle of massage oil from his bag. A nice, neutral scent, eucalyptus. Calming, but not likely to get any attention in a few hours when they had to surface and be part of the team again. He waited until Jensen was more or less still to climb over him, straddling his lower back and warming some of the oil between his hands. “Thank you for that,” he said, pressing a kiss between Jensen’s shoulder blades, before following it with oil-slicked hands. “Relax.” He could feel the knots of tension beneath the heels of his palms and under his fingertips, and he set to work loosening them with firm, practiced hands. 

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The soft click of the safety being reset seemed to break whatever spell that had fallen over Jensen. A stuttered breath left him as he allowed Cougar to slip the warm gun from between his fingers, curling his empty hands into fists and pressing them against his eyes. The adrenaline was still pounding through his veins, but with every heartbeat he stood there, with Cougar standing there, alive, at his side, he could feel the bloodlust calming. It was rare he lost himself that badly in the fight, where he could barely recognize himself, and every time it happened–it became more and more unsettling. 

When he felt he was under control enough not to slip back under, he let his hands fall to his sides and turned to Cougar with a lopsided smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Heya Cougs…You look like shit.”

It was bittersweet, seeing Jensen drag the edges of his composure back together. On the one hand, superficially, he seemed better. Steadier. But Cougar knew better. He knew the clench in his fists and the tightness in that smile. He seemed better, but he wasn’t. He was still shaken; they all were. He was worried for his whole team, for everything they had gone through tonight. But to Cougar, Jensen would always matter most. 

He hummed, curling a hand around the back of Jensen’s neck to hold him still while he wiped his face clean with his handkerchief. It might’ve had a little gun oil on it, but it was better than feeling someone else’s blood drying and cracking on your skin. And when the blood was clear, he pressed a kiss to Jensen’s head and pulled him into a firm embrace.

“We are okay.” 

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Cougar was Jensen’s favorite thing to lean, and if he could he would spend the rest of the day there, curled around him, but the prospect of doing the same thing on a horizontal surface was almost too good to pass up. “Bed? Bed is good. Bed is comfy, not as good as the one back home, but definitely a solid six on the ‘how shitty is this bed’ scale. One above that straw stuffed mattress from Kandahar.” Moving with the careful nudges, he sat down on the mattress with a soft thump, making sure Cougar could feel the full brunt of his exhausted grin, and tugged on the standing man’s shirt. “You gonna join me, or do you have super scary Cougar things to get up to?”

He let him talk, let him ramble, and when it was directed at him, he gave a cursory grunt and a nod, but made no move to join him on the bed. “Shirt off,” he said. “On your stomach.” He circled a finger in the air, sort of a universal sign for turn around, and waited patiently for Jensen to do as he was told. Between anyone else, it might’ve sounded like someone else. But that was not what they did, not who they were. For them, quiet moments were best spent with firm touches and warm embraces; sex was not so important. He trusted Jensen would figure out what he had in mind soon enough; he was very clever. 

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“Cougs.” Jensen didn’t quite see Cougar. He could hear him, well enough, would recognize that timber of air and breath that expelled from Cougar’s chest on even the most simple of sighs, but all he could see was red in the form of blood splattered against himself and the surrounding walls. It’d been do or die, and Jensen was very, very good at his job, but he still saw how easily his team had been captured–everything after that was a blur. “I can’t.”

The terse, plaintive edge to Jensen’s voice stirred something primal and protective in Cougar’s chest, something it seemed only Jensen could. He wanted to protect him, to shield him from the nightmares they faced every day doing what they did. Jensen was no innocent, but he was good. He was kind, full of life and wonder. To see him like this ... “You can.” He reached out slowly, but steadily, taking Jensen’s hand in his own and carefully switching the safety on the gun. “Let go. It’s okay, cariño. I have you.”

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Groaning under his breath, Jensen allowed himself to be lifted from the chair, but draped himself around the sniper instead of standing. “’m not tired, Cougs.” He’d been up nearly all day, but he was wired, and wouldn’t be getting rest anytime soon.

Cougar was ready and waiting to take Jensen’s weight. Yes, the other man was taller than him, and maybe a few stones heavier, but Cougar was steady, strong. Jensen would never be heavy to him, or annoying, even if he was sometimes like a petulant child. Snorting, he wrapped an arm around Jensen’s waist, holding his belt to support him just in case he decided standing was no longer a priority. “Bed.” Maybe he wasn’t tired, but he needed sleep, which meant Cougar needed to get him to relax. So, he steered him back toward the bed and nudged his shoulders to get him to lay down. 

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“No…you’re right. If we sign Roque up, you know Clay and Pooch’ll get jealous and then we’ll have to sign  them up and it’ll just be this whole thing. Better just to switch out Roque’s conditioner with dog shampoo and see what happens.” Jensen still had a bottle stashed into the bottom of his kit for those times when the teams found a random stray in need of some TLC. Finished with his work, Jensen set aside his third favorite laptop, and shifted his attention to his favorite sniper, “See any scary men lurking in the shadows out there, besides your generally badass self?”

Cougar smiled, pleased to see Jensen finally set aside his work. He really did need to rest his eyes sometimes. He saw the tension in his shoulders, his neck, from too many long hours in front of a computer screen. “No.” He turned Jensen’s chair around by the arms and tugged on the front of his shirt. “Up.” He needed to move a little, stretch his limbs, and then he needed to sleep. Or, at the very least, get in bed. 

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doesnttrustcats:

“Well, of course I won’t.” Not when Cougar was on the prowl, but Jensen knew how chaotic firefights could be, and as amazing as his favorite sniper could be–there were three other team members he had to worry about, not just Jensen. Settling in with a pout, he took Cougar up on his offer and flopped down between his legs, shoving the rest of the candy into his mouth and licking away the stray flecks of chocolate from his fingers. “You sure you want to offer that up, Cougs? Because I got a million things rattling around in this brain of mine, and not all of them are exactly Rabbi approved.”

“I can watch you all,” Cougar said, knowing well enough what Jensen was thinking. Always putting others first, always concerned about the team more than himself. That was why he had Cougar: to watch his back when he was watching everyone else’s, and vice versa. For now, he was content to pull Jensen back against his chest, wrapping arms around him from behind. “Si.” Jensen could be talking about the mating habit of walruses (and, in fact, had), and Cougar would still find peace in letting his voice wash over him. He was genuinely interested in the things Jensen knew, in the things he was interested in. And since Jensen seemed interested in just about everything, that meant Cougar was really broadening his horizons. 

He smiled and pressed a kiss to the back of Jensen’s neck. “No Rabbis here.” 

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Jensen didn’t need to see his best friend’s face to recognize that particular huff of breath. His lips twitched into an absent smile, his fingers never pausing in their pattern against the keys, “Hey, Cougs. Was wondering when the kitty would come in from the cold. Not that Arizona is really cold this time of year, but the desert is statistically colder in the evenings than the day, so compared to how much Roque was sweating during our trip to the grocery store earlier–this is a godsend. Do you think we could sign up Roque for one of those Makeover segments ont he local talkshow? I watched one today where they made the woman’s hair so sleek and shiny, kind of like a german shepherd’s, weird right, that she burst into tears as soon as she saw herself. I bet if we put Roque on there, he’d be unable to resist the siren call of manly tears in the face of his inner beauty suddenly appearing on the outside. It’d be beautiful. Hilarious, but beautiful.”

To be perfectly honest, Cougar only really understood half of what Jensen was saying. It was that way most of the time, not that he would ever tell Jensen. Let him talk about his processors and hard disks and server back doors; Cougar was more interested in the mood of what he was saying than the actual words themselves. And now, he sounded content, happy, even if he was a little preoccupied. One day, Cougar would have a conversation with him that wasn’t scored by the clacking of keys and lit by the screen of a computer. Not that he minded. He was just fascinated by it, by the idea of all of Jensen’s attention focused in one place. He was so scattered sometimes, so frazzled. Cougar didn’t so much want to rein that in (no, never rein it in, never hold him back) as just offer him something ... else. Something calm, and someone who didn’t always have another request or assignment. “Maybe not.” 

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“Oh, really? Sweet.” Taking the invitation for what it was, Jensen plopped down into the empty space where Cougar’s legs had been, and settled the man’s feet atop his lap, continuing where he’d left off in the conversation upon arrival. “Okay, so as I was saying, the intel Clay gathered on this latest adventure of his is total crap and I’ve spent the last thirty…no forty hours debunking about ninety-nine point nine percent of it, and the man still won’t listen to reason.  Wants to ‘take a chance’ and ‘see what happens’, it’s like the worst blind date ever only this time I’ll end up shot and tortured instead of stabbed.” As he spoke, Jensen’s fingers had been searching through the couch cushions, methodically moving from spot to spot, until he let out a soft cry of victory and pulled a candy bar from between the pillows. Tearing it in half, he offered one piece to Cougar, and bit off a large piece of the other, continuing to chatter around it, “So, we’re either going to go in, get killed, and disappear off the face of the earth, or we’re going to go in, get shot and still have no more intel on Max than we did twenty-four hours ago. Have I said how much I love my job lately?”

He let the words wash over him like waves, settling back against the corner of the couch as Jensen went on about their latest job. He could sense his frustration, his exasperation, and then, like a switch, he could feel his excitement at finding the candy bar. Vaguely, Cougar wondered how long that had been there. Maybe he didn’t want to know. Probably not. He was eating it, and sometimes, ignorance was bliss. Although, it was hard to be blissful with Jensen working himself up again. He let out a huff and sat up, tipping his hat up so he could see him properly. “You won’t get shot,” he said simply, firmly. His job was to make sure that didn’t happen, and Cougar took that particular job very seriously. Surely, things happened on missions. Jensen had been shot before, and he would probably be shot again. But not if Cougar could help it. “Relax. Eat. Talk about something else.” And then he stretched back out, leaning against the corner of the couch with a perfectly Jensen-sized space between his knees. Another invitation, open but unassuming, to take or leave as he wanted. 

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doesnttrustcats

He shouldn’t have been surprised to see Jensen still up clicking away at his beloved laptop when he got back in from his surveillance run, and in truth, he wasn’t. That didn’t stop the exasperated huff from working its way up his throat, nor did it stop the shake of his head as he came to sit on the edge of the desk. He arched an eyebrow pointedly, as if to say, what are you doing, idiota?

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“Cougs!” Jensen blasted through the doors in a hurricane of flailing limbs and excitement, only to screech to a halt at the sight he was suddenly privy to. “Uh, y’know–I can always come back…later? If you’re, y’know–busy, and all that…”

Cougar glanced out from beneath the brim of his hat as Jensen burst in, all whirring energy and running mouth. It used to annoy him, back when they were first assigned to the same unit. But that was before he knew what was behind the near-constant chatter, before he learned to associate a quiet Jensen with a hurt/upset/sick Jensen. He’d take the noise any day. Welcomed it, in fact.

He grunted and took another draw of his cigarette, drawing his legs up from the far side of the couch in a silent invitation. 

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Carlos “Cougar” Alvarez // The Losers (2010)