thecatinahat | (no subject)

Cougar cares. Cougar cares about this because he wants Jake to think about this for years. He wants Jake to think of this fondly and know that Cougar is making up for lost time and for lies. He heads for the desk and opens it, padding across the room and kicking off his boots and socks gracefully as he walks. He twists the hairband and works his hair up into a bun at the top of his head so now it won't distract him.

"Stomach," is what he says. "You."

He's very disappointed when Cougar pulls off his cock and actually goes as far as to crawl off him, making an unhappy noise in the back of his throat, reaching for him as he climbs off the bed and goes over to the desk.

"Cougar..."

Grumbling, wanting to curl his hand around his cock and jack off just to be contrary, he does as he's told. He almost always does as Cougar tells him. It's instinct, now, to follow his lead. He can't help a few aborted little thrusts of his hips when he settles his weight down again, biting his lip to keep from whining any more.

Cougar gives him a light smack as he works him back to his stomach, leaning forward to press biting kisses up the back of his thighs and to the generous curve of his behind, taking time to nip and bite, working a very red mark into his behind as he works his tongue a little closer to the small of his back to work down lower.

"Patience," he reminds him. "It rewards you."

"Fuck patience!" Jake bursts out, unable to help himself when he feels Cougar's teeth nip their way up the backs of his thighs. "Carlos."

He's watched enough gay porn that he's pretty sure he knows where this is going to go, and he's torn between wanting to shy away with embarrassment and wanting to spread his legs wantonly to hurry him up. Instead, he just squirms, pressing his face into the duvet and curling his toes already.

He smirks against that swell of Jake's ass, scraping his teeth and kissing a hard mark there again before he works his way up. "Hope you are clean," is his pointed comment, but he's not that fussy about this. He grins as he watches Jake's reaction.

"I'm going to do this so many times that you'll lose count," he vows, stroking his tongue in a flat movement before pushing it in deeply.

Jake's only reply is to moan "Oh god," weakly into the duvet, his fingers clutching at the fabric beneath him as a violent shiver works its way down his back, courtesy of the scrape of Cougar's beard on his ass.

He whimpers when Cougar's tongue works its way between his cheeks, laving over his hole like he's licking a fucking ice cream cone before he goes for broke apparently and just pushes in.

The noise that pushes up from his throat is something between a yelp and a shout, and he can't even feel bad about it. "Fuck!"

Cougar can't help the smug pleasure that rises up when Jake reacts the way he does, using his palms to give him more room to work, nudging Jake's cheeks a little further apart as he lets this moment wash over him, thinking of all the years that he didn't think this was possible. If anything, it makes him even more determined to make this good for Jake, because he wants him to want this all the time.

So that's why he turns unrelenting with his tongue and mouth, refusing to give Jake any gentleness.

Cougar doesn't have to worry about Jake wanting this all the time. He already does, and they've barely done anything. All he can do is cling to the bed and lie there with his ass tilted up and his legs spread like those slutty twinks in porn, completely understanding the urge now to present yourself in such a vulnerable position.

It feels amazing.

He's close, he can feel it, and while it's embarrassing that he's ready to shoot off this early, he also fucking wants it, so he loosens his grip on the duvet with one hand so he can reach down between his own legs, curling his fingers around his cock.

Cougar hisses at Jake for him to take his hand off himself, reaching under and grabbing Jake by the wrist hard enough to bruise as he pries it away, replacing it with his own steady, strong hand as he starts to work him with both his mouth and his fingers, because he doesn't want any of this to be without Cougar's touch.

"You're mine," he reminds him sharply. "I will take care of you."

Jake almost cries when Cougar's strong fingers curl around his wrist, digging in sharply enough to hurt, prying his hand away from his dick.

"Cougar..." he whines piteously, muffled by the bed, a long shudder crawling down his spine as Cougar's hand replaces his own on his cock and starts to stroke. At least he has that relief, and he's grateful for it, too grateful, really. He wants to give some kind of warning, but his orgasm washes over him too quickly for him to do anything more than moan brokenly and shake as he spills all over Cougar's fingers.

Yes, it's faster than expected, but it also makes him stupidly smug and proud. After all, he's gone from Jake being mad at him to Jake getting him very messy in a period of no time at all. It's all happened so quickly that he's not even that pent up himself yet, but he knows it's just a matter of time.

"How's my apology going?"

Jake pants quietly into the duvet, his fingers and toes curling and uncurling slowly as he comes back to himself.

"I think you'll need to do some more groveling," he murmurs, shifting to get more comfortable. Sparkles are still zinging up his back, making goosebumps crop up along his skin, and he's feeling glowingly happy enough to simply reach back and fumble along until he can curl his fingers in Cougar's shoulder, tugging up to make him come closer. "I'm still mad at you," he insists, but the purring satisfaction in his voice belies that claim.

Cougar slowly, gracefully, slides his way up along Jake's body until he gets closer, kissing Jake's shoulder slowly and taking his time with each patch of skin available to him. He nudges his nose and rubs it there, reverent and loving, all the things he's written over the years coming home to roost.

"Too mad to want to rile yourself up again and be in me?"

Jake slowly blinks his eyes open so that he can watch as Cougar nuzzles him, smiling helplessly to see someone normally so stoic acting soft and affectionate, rather like his namesake. Not that Jake has much experience with cougars, but he's assuming they act basically like large cats when they're happy. His analogy stands.

Groaning quietly when Cougar suggests getting it up again that fast, Jake just closes his eyes and spreads his legs wider, tilting his hips up again.

"You do the honors," he murmurs, not wanting to move right now.

Cougar shakes his head when Jake presents himself like an animal for a mating display. He crawls over him and gets on his knees and feet so he can stand at the foot of the bed. His hair is still up in the bun, but it's a frizzy mess that only gets worse when he drags his shirt off, leaving it in a pile. Shoes and boots are gone, which means he takes his time with his jeans.

Considering there's nothing beneath, he needs this to draw out. "You're going to be in me," he says. "And I am ready to give up control to the man I love."

He can't help whining, shifting just enough to watch Cougar slowly strip out of his clothes.

"I'm tired," he complains, pouting and making clumsy grabby-hands in Cougar's direction. He always powers down after an orgasm, the rush of endorphins and the release of coming making him drop like a sack of potatoes. He doesn't want to get it up again, he wants to nap.

Cougar gets completely bare as he steps over to the bed and crawls over Jake's body, scraping his thumb slowly up the bottom of his foot, his nail dragging there as he cocks a brow upwards. "Still tired?" he asks, bending his head to start sucking hickeys into Jake's neck. "Even now?"

He chides Jake with a cluck of his tongue. "Am I so ugly to you, hmm? So boring?"

"Yes, I'm still tired," he complains, his leg jerking as Cougar tickles the sole of his foot. "Stop that."

Jake takes Cougar's closeness as the opportunity it is, reaching out to wrap an arm around him and wrestle him onto the bed, pinning him down. "Shut up," he huffs, pressing a kiss to his jaw, his chin, his cheek. "You're so vain, Cougs. Seriously. Let me nap and then I'll fuck you, okay?"

"Not even officially dating and you're choosing sleep over me," Cougar laments, feeling a genuine pang of worry as he leans into the kisses like he wants to soak them up. Still, Jake does look a little tired and he did push the man to the edge.

He lies on the bed and gives Jake a hum. "Maybe I will bring myself off instead, while you sleep."

"I fucking love sleeping," Jake protests, curling his arm tightly around Cougar's middle so he can't escape. Jake is sleepy, and he likes to cuddle. Get ready. "And you deserve it, anyway, making me wait god knows how long before you said anything, you bastard."

Nestling his chin into Cougar's shoulder, digging in a little more than is strictly necessary, probably, Jake hums and shifts his hand so it's not curled around Cougar so much as sliding lazily over his belly. "Okay," he murmurs agreeably.

Cougar gets his palm flat on Jake's back, in the space between his shoulderblades, digging in the pressure as he breathes softly and curls into the warmth of Jake's body happily, humming softly when Jake's hand starts to move.

"Can you sleep and get me off at the same time, querido?"

Jake hums in response, nuzzling in to the crook of Cougar's shoulder, letting his hand slide somewhat clumsily between their bodies to rake his fingers through Cougar's pubic hair, something he never actually thought he'd do.

"I can try," he promises in a slow mumble, palming Cougar's cock.

It's a little disappointing that he's so sleepy right now, because he can't appreciate the novelty of seeing Cougar naked and erect for the first time, but he has a feeling he'll be able to see it many times in the future, so it's okay.

"No," he says softly, when Jake actually seems to try to keep going even though he's barely able to keep his eyes open. He reaches down and though it takes all his strength to do so, he pulls that hand away in order to turn and hook a leg over Jake's waist as he wiggles himself in closer. "You sleep. Okay?"

While Jake sleeps, he thinks he can write a new letter. So that way, he will be starting their relationship anew.

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.

Am I to be your boyfriend, now?

Yours, always. Carlos.