Cougar can just barely stretch and reach his bag, but he hooks it with his fingers as he tugs it towards him and finds the pad of paper and pen, curled into Jake as he writes him a very brief letter that he sets on Jensen's chest, allowing some of the cooling sweat to hold it in place.

Jake -

When you sleep, you look like you are still eighteen. It makes me wish I had known you then, so my first boyfriend could have been treating you properly. I know you have very little experience with this, but I wish that I could be the one to make you open to it.

I know you are still mad about the secrets, but I will work very hard to fix that.

Am I to be your boyfriend, now?

Yours, always. Carlos.