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A—

I know what you mean. I haven't told anyone about you, apart from the obvious fact that you exist and I write to you. Nobody in my unit knows your name, even (not that I know that either, but you know what I mean). I kind of like having this be sort of a secret. I talk all the time, but you're basically the only person I actually tell important things to.

And now I feel like a 12yo girl lol. Thanks a lot.

Baby steps. Let him know you like guys before letting him know you like him. Because if he's not into you, finding out both at once might be overwhelming. Ease him into it. You're boiling a toad, remember, not steaming a lobster. From your stories about them, I bet they'd love that. He's a lucky guy, to have that waiting for him on top of getting you, and I mean that seriously.

Please, you'd be fucking miserable if you did that, and if he's any sort of friend to you, then he would want you to be happy. Although I'm sure your sister is very pretty and probably quite a catch, too. Though if that's the case, she can most likely find herself her own boyfriend and doesn't need your help.

Stop fretting.

—S

S,

There is also another complication. I was not going to write anything about it, but you seem very passionate about being direct and to the point. I respect that and you, so it's important to me that you understand. He is not the only one that I've started to have feelings for.

There's also you.

I like you. I like you because you are kind and funny and care about me. You're intelligent and compassionate and encouraging and optimistic. I would never give you over to my sister unless you wanted her, in which case I would offer my blessing. I know we are anonymous and we should not meet, but the lie has been quietly sitting here for too long.

I don't know how you will feel about being my toad.

I like you. I want you.

I like him. I want him.

So you see, now? Complicated.

-A

A—

I'm so, so sorry it's been almost a year since your last letter. I know you probably took my silence as an answer to your unasked question, but that wasn't the case at all. Some shit went down with my unit and... It was bad. I've been off the grid for so long I legitimately thought I'd never be on it ever again.

Your letter was kind of a surprise, to be honest. A good one, but still a surprise. I'm not used to people wanting me. I didn't know how to respond, so I decided to wait a few days to get my thoughts in order so that I wouldn't fuck it up by vomiting words all over the paper like I normally do. I told myself I'd write you back after the mission we'd just been assigned, and then... Yeah.

In this packet is a notebook (obviously). You don't have to read it if you don't want to, but all the letters are for you. Writing to you had become one of the best ways for me to work out the ridiculously jumbled mess of my thoughts, and having that outlet helped keep me sane while we were lying low.

It would be ridiculous to hope that you waited for me after I hurt you as badly as I know I must have, but I want you to know that I like you too, that my silence was in NO WAY meant to be a brush-off or anything like that.

I thought of you every day when I was gone.

—S

PS: this is fucking stupid. My name is Jake.

Jake,

I understand how time can slip away from you. In truth, this year has been bad for me. My nightmares are worse. My issues are worse. I thought I was broken before, but I did not know the meaning of the word because now I know that the shards can be so much deeper. and now I see.

I read all your notebooks. Then I read them again. It only made me believe more than ever that you deserve as much happiness as I can steal from the world and give to you. Your parents did not know what to do, but I would never abandon you like that. Never, Jake, not ever.

You write about Cougar a lot, when you aren't talking about your past or your unit. I have only one question and I hope you will be honest with me.

Where are you now?

-A

A—

Shit, I'm sorry. I feel awful that I haven't been there for you. Have you been talking to your priest? I hope you haven't been keeping it all bottled up inside, you know that's not healthy, I've told you that. You need to talk about these things, A, it's important for your own mental health. And since I haven't been around for you to talk to, I really hope you found another outlet. I hate to think about you suffering because I was MIA.

To be honest, I don't remember half of what I wrote to you. Everything was kind of a fucking mess, after, and after writing a letter, I'd close the book and not read them again. They were meant for your eyes.

I know. I'm sorry. I understand completely your dilemma right now. I don't know what to do. I hope you told your friend how you felt, that he was pleased, that you guys are happy. It would make me happy to know things are good for you.

Right now? In my sister's guest room in New Hampshire. Why?

—Jake

Jake,

No, I have someone else who has been keeping me sane. It's actually the one I was telling you about before, though up until recently, I still thought he didn't want me back. I know better now, though. We're not together, but I know that he wants me. I'm sorry that you were gone for so long and I'm sorry it was so bad.

I read everything because they're your words and they mean something to you. They shape the man you've become and the man who's my best friend and, potentially, something more. I know I'll read them again soon, because I want to make sure that I know how to avoid all the ways I can disappoint you.

I didn't tell him. Soon, I think. Very, very soon. Are you going to tell your Cougar how you feel?

As for why I need to know where you are, I need your address. I have a present for you and I want to send it to wherever you are.

-A

A—

I told you he'd be oblivious.

Um, not to be weird or anything, but I'm not sure I'm really up for a foursome, dude. And I know for a fact Cougar wouldn't be, even if I did ask him. He's ridiculously possessive and territorial. If he did really want me, he wouldn't want to share me.

Which is why I probably won't tell him. I'm a coward, and I can't stop thinking about you. This is so messed up.

I'll include a proper return address on the envelope this time. You better not be sending me a stripper, okay, my 8yo niece lives in this house.

—Jake

Jake,

Don't be such an idiot.

I don't want a foursome. Promise. Also, Cougar does want you. He loves you. You're the only thing that keeps him from falling apart, this is clear. He may not talk very much, but all the important things he has to say are there and you're the only one who understands how to translate them.

It's not a stripper. I've been working on a cross stitch for you and it's finally done. I will send it after this letter, but I think you will get this first.

- Yours

A—

I've been telling you for years, I am an idiot.

Do you know him?? Why didn't you say anything??? Holy shit please tell me you didn't say anything to him. It would kill me if I lost his friendship, same as yours.

Oh okay that's much better. I'll hang it on the wall.

—Jake

Cougar has the letter in hand in a manila small rectangular envelope. It has no more than 5 words inside with no actual address. Once he arrives at Jake's doorstep, he picks up the package that has the cross-stitch inside, leaning on the porch and buzzing his way inside.

He greets Julie and talks to her a little while he gathers up the courage he's going to need for this conversation, which is far from anything he's ever thought he'd need to do in his life. Once she has to leave, he heads upstairs with both packages in hand, rapping his knuckles on the door.

"Busy?" is all he asks, stepping inside and sitting on the bed.

Jake had been occupying himself with fanning the flames of an argument on Reddit when Cougar arrived, which is why he hadn't bothered to come downstairs to check out who was at the door.

"Oh hey dude," is his distracted reply when his door opens as Cougar slinks through. "I didn't know you even knew where Jules lived."

Still typing one-handed, he absently holds out the other with his fingers curled in towards his palm, angling for a greeting fist-bump as Cougar makes himself comfortable on the bed. "What's up?"

"You gave me the address," is all he says, giving him a hum of a noise, extending first the package with the postage stamps all over it. "Found this on your door." And he'd known it would come today because he's been the one tracking the number and figuring out when it would show up. He gives no fist bump because that is completely against what he's here for.

Both himself and A, neither of them want such a casual greeting.

"What did you get?" he prods, as if he doesn't already know exactly what it looks like.

"Did I?" He doesn't remember doing that, but then again, he and Cougar have become more or less attached at the hip as of late, so it's entirely possible that he did. "Cool. Did you say hi on your way up?"

He's a little miffed that his fist bump is ignored, but then again, he really needs to use both hands to type, so he returns his hand to the keyboard.

"Dunno," he says, sparing half a glance to the packages Cougar's holding out. "Open it," he continues, still mostly focused on his laptop. "Oh, it's probably from my pen pal, he said He'd send me a cross stitch."

"Julie and I talked for a half hour," Cougar replies, because he really does like Jensen's sister. And more than that, if all things go well, he's going to want to get even closer to her because they're going to be family, aren't they? At least, in his very hopeful mind.

He mutters a Spanish curse about how Jake is ignoring all the hard work he'd done, thinking of the months and the pricked thumbs of this. He neatly, cautiously tears it open and draws it out reverently. "This pen pal, you talked about him a little in Bolivia," he mentions, off-hand. "You sound like you really like him."

He laughs. "She must really like you," he jokes. "I'm the motor mouth in this family." Julie is much more reserved than her half-brother, quieter and more serious. She had been quite a bit older when their mom gave them up, and shed become and adult almost immediately. No sixteen year old should have to be an adult like that, Jake can attest to that fact.

It's only when he hears the rustle of papers being ripped away that he finally turns away from his laptop properly. "Lemme see!" he demands, holding out his hand. "Yeah, he's my friend. Probably my best friend, apart from you."

"We understand each other." They're both quiet and reserved and they both have a great love for the man sitting right in front of him. "It looks very nice," he says softly, because it does. He'd spent weeks on this and the final result is beautiful, with the words 'sometimes what you want is right in front of you' woven in amidst patterns and colours.

He rubs his thumb tenderly over the pattern before he has to give it up, knowing it will be hard.

"You going to replace me?" he wonders, as if he doesn't already know how this will go. After all, the manila envelope in his hand proves that.

Jake rolls his chair closer to the bed before giving up and lifting himself out of it to go sit down beside Cougar, reaching for the hoop frame of the cross stitch and holding it reverently in his hands as he looks down at the colorful pattern.

"Holy shit, this is beautiful," he says quietly, carefully tracing the letters of the phrase. It's kind of an odd thing to embroider, and he frowns down at the fabric in his hands. "What do you think he meant? Did it come with a letter?"

Cougar's question gets an offended look. "Please. I never pegged you as insecure."

Cougar sort of wants to know. If there had been an actual other man named A and Jake had to choose between the two of them, would he have lost? It's the sort of thing he doesn't want to linger on, but he doesn't have to, luckily. "There was also this," he says, handing over the manila envelope to Jake as he sits on the edge of the bed, watching him without flinching.

"And not insecure. I just know I could lose you to someone else, if you really feel that deep." He withdraws the envelope from Jake's reach. "Would you leave me?"

Cougar tries to snatch the envelope away, but Jake is taller than he is, and his arms are longer. He just leans over and grabs at the envelope anyway, sending Cougar a dirty glare for trying to keep it from him.

"I can't leave you," he protests. "You're my family."

Jake doesn't talk about it much, but Cougar knows how important that word is to him. His family has been a complete shit show his whole life, abandoning him when he was a child. He decided very young that he'd have to choose his family, if he wanted one. And he's chosen Cougar. They're in it for the long haul.

Cougar lets him have it, settling back at the safe distance he sits from Jake, waiting for him to open it up and understand what Cougar is to him, really. He's known for so long because Jake is so open in his letters. Cougar? He's not. He's never been that able to give himself over and let himself be heard.

"Good," he says firmly, taking off his hat and setting it on the nightstand as he braces himself for Jake opening that letter. "No postage," is what he says of the envelope. "Strange. Your man, local?"

"He's not my man," he protests, fighting the urge to blush. Cougar is so effortless when it comes to romance and his conquests, but Jake feels like an awkward little boy. He hasn't had many relationships at all in his life, and he's certainly never felt torn between two men before.

The envelope, and its lack of postage, gets a confused frown. "I don't think so..."

Carefully, he slides his finger beneath the flap and eases it open, not wanting to rip the paper. He's always careful of his letters, keeping them in his computer case as much as possible so they don't get creased or crumpled.

The letter has one line, in A's looping cursive. My name is Carlos.

He can't help himself, his eyes immediately lift to find Cougar's.

He raises both eyebrows when Jake meets his gaze, trying to ignore the part where his calm is ruined by the fact his heart is pounding in his chest, trying madly to escape given that Cougar is desperately worried that he's been wrong to keep things so quiet, but Bolivia hadn't been good and before that, DADT had also been a problem.

"I thought maybe now was a good time to introduce myself," is his hushed comment. "Especially now that we are out of the Army."

"Are you fucking serious?" he breathes, still staring at Cougar with a slack expression on his face, clutching the paper between both hands.

After a few more seconds, he launches himself to his feet and starts to pace, rubbing a hand over his hair, the other still clutching A's — no, Cougar's — letter. "Are you fucking serious??" He brandishes the letter at him, thrusting it in his face. "How long have you known? That it was me?"

He starts pacing again, feeling a buzzing under his skin, needing to move. "How long have you—" he breaks off, slapping a hand to his face and rubbing at his eyes beneath his glasses, his grip crumpling the letter in his free hand.

"And you didn't say anything?"

"You talk about your niece," Cougar reminds him. "Lots." He could guess that it was Jake from the talk of code, from his manner of speech, but he'd known it was him when the details had started to come in about his family and his past and the man he is today. He digs his hands into the edge of the bed, knowing that he's a coward for having held out for so long, but they couldn't have done anything before, not really.

"Couldn't be with you. DADT," he says quietly. "And I told you. I'm broken. I still am broken, worse than ever." His gaze never slips away from Jake, not for a single second. He does eye the paper, though, and the way it's crumpled so easily.

"Of course I fucking—!" he starts at a shout, then immediately cuts himself off and takes a deep breath, continuing in a harsh whisper so he doesn't alert the rest of the house to this drama unfolding. "Of course I fucking talk about her," he hisses, "I love her. She's my family."

It's not that he wants to crumple Cougar's letter, but it's better to crush the letter between his fingers than Cougar's throat.

"I told you everything," he continues, feeling hurt and betrayed and angry for reasons he can't quite fathom. "All those pathetic sob stories about my stupid fucking life, stories about us, stories about them," he gestures towards the door to indicate his sister and niece, "and you never said a word."

He throws the letter at him, watching it hit him in the chest and fall with a sad little whisper to his lap. "I don't give a damn about Don't Ask, Don't Tell!" he continues, forgetting not to shout. "You think I wouldn't have liked knowing I could confide in you without having to write it down first? You weren't the only one who needed help in Bolivia, Cougar! I needed you. You were right there and I spent weeks torturing myself with the assumption that you probably hated me because I disappeared on you and you were right fucking there the whole time!"