Jensen stirred. He was on his back and something was pinning him down. For a split second he fought down panic before the memories of last night flashed through his mind. He smiled and opened his eyes. The room was dim in the pre-dawn light. Cougar was curled close to his side, his head resting on Jake's chest, one arm thrown over his waist, long legs draped over his. Cougar's hair spread over his chest like warm silk. He sighed, happy beyond all expectations. It had all been worth the wait. And despite the initial awkwardness and his own bad memories, somehow they had muddled through and it had been good for both of them. The best part though had been when Carlos took his face in his hands and told him that they were equals.
He frowned suddenly as he remembered that soon they would have to face the rest of the team, and they were sure to misunderstand. Clay especially was likely to be mad as hell. He was fiercely protective of his team and was liable to jump to the conclusion that Cougar had coerced him. Jensen would make sure that he was disabused of that notion as early as possible. If anyone had to be pushed into this, it was Carlos. He chuckled softly as he thought about the look that had been on the sniper's face when he demanded Cougar prove he hadn't spooked. He would have laughed if he hadn't been so pissed off at the time. Yes, there were still obstacles and things weren't all flowers and kittens, but he had no doubt that together they could blow those problems right off the motherfucking map. Cougar shifted in his arms, and he tightened his grip on his lover and snuggled closer. He would be damned if anyone separated them now. Clay and the others would just have to suck it up.
"What are you thinking?" Cougar's voice was low and sensual.
Jake sighed. "That I will kill anyone who tries to take you away from me." Carlos's soft chuckle sent a shiver up his spine, and he smiled.
Jensen smirked. "Si."
Cougar laughed. "Relax, amante. I will not allow that to happen, but…" he paused.
"I know. Clay and the others."
"Si. I don't know what to tell them." Cougar tilted his head to look at Jensen.
Jake grinned at him. "Let me tell them."
Cougar lifted an eyebrow. "Por que?"
Jensen laughed. "Because this was all my idea, and by the time I am done talking they will be so confused they will forget to be mad."
Carlos snorted. It was true; when he got started Jake could talk a nun out of her panties. He ran his hand protectively over his knuckles almost expecting a ruler slap for that thought.
"So that is what really happened, boss." Jensen said as Cougar handed a copy of the police report over to Clay.
Clay's mouth was tight and disapproving while he scanned the document. He shot Cougar a look that promised a very long discussion. His gaze turned to Jensen as he crowded forward, almost climbing onto the desk. "Do you have something to add, Jensen?"
"Yes, sir!" he snapped. "Carlos is MINE. Anyone who tries to take him away...dies."
Clay's eyebrows rose at the fiercely possessive tone in the tech's voice. His body language radiated challenge, and Clay was reminded of a kitten, tail puffed and back arched, desperately trying to convince the world that he was deadly. If he chose to press the issue there would be nothing either man could do to stop him, and they both knew it. But true to character Jensen still persisted, and deep in his eyes Clay could see the deep-seated need to belong he tried so hard to hide. He glanced over at Cougar. The sniper was watching Jake with a quiet pride, and that gave Clay the answer he needed. He nodded and sat back in his chair. "Fair enough." He chuckled as Jensen's expression gave way to joyful hope.
"Really?" The tech almost bounced and he turned to Cougar with a grin. "Told ya."
Cougar ducked his head, hiding behind his hat brim, but Clay could see the answering smirk. He shook his head; he really didn't want to know.