He makes a wordless noise of protest when Cougar pulls his hand away, but doesn't fight it too much. He really is tired. At least Cougar doesn't pull away completely, that's something. He keeps making little snuffling noises under his breath until he settles down, comfortably cuddled up against Cougar's side, his palm curving instead around the curve of Cougar's backside.
"You can fuck me when I wake up," he insists, slurring his words, figuring if this is going to be the day he pops his gay cherry he might as well go all in.
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.
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"You can fuck me when I wake up," he insists, slurring his words, figuring if this is going to be the day he pops his gay cherry he might as well go all in.
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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.