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WHO: Cougar Alvarez
WHERE: Bedroom, Bungalow #22
WHEN: September 25th
OPEN TO: Jake Jensen
WARNINGS: Adult Content likely within
STATUS: Closed

After years spent being the closest thing the Losers had to a doctor, it's hard to let go of old habits. Cougar's been making trades -- giving up some of his collection, but receiving other gifts -- and he's trying to stockpile himself the items he's most often needed in the field. It also means that he's been keeping an eye on everyone's nutrition and physical state. While he's placed the house on rations to conserve meat, he knows he's keeping them up fine to intake to match outtake.

Where he thinks he's falling down, though, is the actual physical state of people's bodies. This is what he realizes when they're settling down for the night and Cougar clasps Jake on the shoulder, feeling nothing but knots and tension beneath his fingers.

It makes sense, of course. They do nothing but physical labour through every single day. He also doesn't think that anyone is stretching or doing the kind of exercises to keep loose and limber. Honestly, he's surprised no one has strained anything so far.

"Bed," he informs Jake sharply, because from the feel of him, he's one bad pull away from throwing out his shoulder or his back. While he wouldn't begrudge the man a need to rest, Cougar would rather avoid it all together. He'll check with Veronica later, make sure she's doing some proper stretches, maybe even mandate yoga in the mornings.

Right now, all he can do is try and ease some of the physical strain (and maybe then acknowledge that he's got his own issues to work out; it would be very, very nice if he could find a foam roll, but he doubts that the natural resources will provide that to him).

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Once upon a time, Jake used to go to yoga classes with his sister. It was mostly something to do when they were on leave and he went up to visit here in New Hampshire, something they could do together that he was bad at but in the charmingly goofy at-least-he's-trying kind of way that always endeared him to the other moms in her yoga class. He'd wear soft pants and a tank top and let them all ogle him, pretending to be oblivious until Julie would smack his arm and tell him to knock it off.

He was never very good at expensive stretching, but it was fun the few times he went, and he did usually feel better afterwards.

He hasn't even thought of yoga since they got here, too busy with trying to figure out a way to keep them all alive, to prevent them from starving, but he's definitely noticed how tense he's getting. There just hasn't been time to worry about it.

Cougar's hand clapping on his back, right over a tense knot in his shoulder, has him grunting involuntarily, a flare of pain surprising him so much he barely hears what Cougar says next. Whining, but knowing better than to actually resist, he allows himself to be steered towards the bed, grumbling as he pulls off his shirt and lies down. He knows what this is going to mean, and he knows it's going to hurt.

"You better shut the door, or Vee is gonna hear some disturbing groaning," he warns, pulling off his glasses so he can fold his arms around his head.

Cougar slides into a straddle over Jake's back, feeling both intimately more and less comfortable at the same time in doing this, his knees bracketing Jake's hips in a way that's much tighter and more comfortable than they would be before. "And what if she hears something, hmm?" he challenges, voice filled with teasing and warmth as he leans over and finds some of the oil that he's managed to trade. It's a limited amount, but he can rub it on his thumb and start to work it in circles over Jake's shoulder blades, giving a soft hum at the skin beneath his fingertips.

Jake's shoulders have been the envy of many and something that he's always been keen to look at and think about holding onto. Right now, it's practically like he's been given a buffet of everything he wants and gets to taste. "Maybe it will not be disturbing." On that, he pushes his thumb deep into a knot in order to start working the knot loose, bearing down as his curls fall over his forehead and he starts to work both hands into Jake's shoulders, working to release the tension. "Don't scream," he warns.

"I had kinda hoped the only groaning she'd overhear would be more fun than this," he mumbles into the sheet under his head, suppressing a smile as Cougar leans over him to grab something from the bedside table.

Cougar's thumb returns to his shoulder, slick with some kind of oil, and that makes it both better and worse.

"Yeah, I doubt that—" his voice gives out when Cougar jabs his thumb into the knot right on top of his shoulder blade, his thumb like a goddamn knife as it presses the tense muscle into the bone beneath, eliciting another, stronger grunt as Jake fights to keep from shying away. It'll hurt like a bitch now, but he'll be grateful for it later, when his shoulders stop feeling like a spring coiled too tight. "Oh, fuck you, dude."

Cougar thinks to himself that there's plenty of opportunities for good groaning once he gets Jake a little looser, grinning as Jake snaps at him. He bears down and slides his chin over Jake's shoulder so his lips are by his ear. "Later," is all he whispers, sliding back as he leans forward to push both hands into that muscle, stretching it out and easing it so that the future touches won't hurt half as much.

He works the knot out of the shoulder, then moves to the other side, before he turns his attention to the middle of Jake's back, sliding back so he can apply that attention now to Jake's glutes, efficiently yanking his pants down to get at the skin there without asking. "This is tense too," he notes, digging his thumb into Jake's glute and working around to the hip, cupping a heavy palm and squeezing to loosen him up.

"Later, my ass," he grumbles, then succumbs to a fit of giggles that he muffled even more poorly than the groans he'd been trying to keep quiet as what he just said hits him.

Going along with what Cougar's doing, moving with him instead of moving against him, is the fastest way to make this torture feel less agonizing, and Jake's been through Cougar's special blend of sadism and massage before, so he focuses on responding to the pushing and prodding as best he can. Eventually, it does feel better, and the knot in his shoulder gives way, melting under Cougar's painful touch. Just in time for him to move on to another one, and Jake goes back to trying to muffle his groans.

He's quick to yank down Jake's scrub pants, and it makes Jake huff out a laugh. "Pervert," he accuses, keeping his face buried in his arms to hide the color that he knows is staining his cheeks.

Cougar rolls his eyes, but he's grinning where Jake can't see, because yes, he's right. Though, maybe not in that exact position if he gets his way, but he's close enough to right. Cougar is professional about his work at the glutes and hips, not teasing at all as he works the muscles loose before helping the pants back up, taking his time to work on his lower back.

"JJ," he draws out the consonants, long and slow, unknotting his lower back before he moves forward to slide his palms intimately slow up his arms, the touch no longer a painful massage, but one of much more pleasure. He slides his fingers slowly up to Jake's shoulders, his palms now warm with the touching. "Is there anywhere else that hurts?" he asks, aware that his words could practically be the start of a porno.

Jake tends to hold a lot of tension in his lower back, especially since he normally hunches over a desk or a computer for a large part of his day, and all the hard labor he's been doing doesn't seem to have changed that at all. Cougar's hands pressing into the small of his back makes him groan again, arching into the touch even though it hurts because he knows it'll melt away soon enough and then he'll feel great.

Cougar takes his time with the rest of his back, his touch gentling slowly as the knots under Jake's skin surrender to his poking and prodding, and by the time he deems his back done enough, Jake is practically floating.

He hums when Cougar says his name, his head lolling slowly to one side, one eye cracking open to peer fuzzily up at him. Without his glasses, Cougar is just a human-shaped blob in his peripheral vision, but Jake likes to think that he's a blob he'd recognize anywhere, even without the hat and with his hair cut short. "I thought you were supposed to be smooth," he accuses, laughing.

Cougar does roll his eyes this time without the smile, pinching at Jake's shoulder as he moves his fingers to dig into Jake's slowly growing hair, massaging gently at his scalp with steady fingers. He knows that Jake is probably no more than a pile of contentedness. "I'm being serious," he replies evenly, because if Jake's back is tended to, there are other parts of him that Cougar has been desperate to get his hands on.

His heart is pounding in his chest because he's in a position where he can touch Jake all he wants, eager to do so, but wanting permission. "Where else hurts?"

Cougar's hands in his hair pull even more satisfied hums from Jake's throat as he arches into the touch; sometimes he feels like he's the cat around here, because he absolutely loves being petted. Not that he'd admit that to anyone, of course. Cougar probably already knows, though, because Cougar knows everything.

The prospect of rolling over seems daunting, even though it comes with the promise of fooling around (in an actual bed, what luxury), but Jake makes himself wriggle beneath Cougar a little until he can twist his body enough to slide onto his back, his hands falling to rest on Cougar's thighs as he perches above him.

"I dunno," he drawls, lifting his hips just enough to send Cougar rocking slightly. He also makes himself lift his hands from Cougar's thighs to reach for his hands, wrapping his fingers around Cougar's wrists to tug his hands up to press against his chest before sliding them down his torso. "My hips could use a little attention."

Cougar can't help his slow appreciation of Jake's body with a slow slide of his palms up and down his body, scraping blunt nails along the skin there as he moves them down to grope at his hips, his own rocking against the pressure. "Could they?" he challenges, wrapping one hand around Jake's neck so he can lean down and seal the distance between them with a kiss, one so hard that if he'd still had his hat, it would tumble away from him.

He slips that hand from his neck to slide down into his boxers, wrapping around his cock. "Yes?" he checks, arching his brow. "Say the words, Jake."

"Yeah, they're really—sore," he gasps out, fighting against the urge to buck up into Cougar's grip and failing miserably.

Oh well. He's not going to get upset about his lack of self-control when Cougar has his fingers curled around his dick all friendly-like. No, sir. There is nothing to complain about right now, and he makes that clear by skimming his own hands up Cougar's back so that he can tangle his fingers in the mop of curls that's sprung up now that most of the weight of Cougar's hair has been sheared off.

"Say what words?" He grins, blinking in a futile effort to focus his vision some more. "I can say all kinds of words, babe, you gotta be more specific than that."

Cougar's cheeks are a flushed pink, something that shines through even the patchy mess that his beard has become. He tries to keep it tame and neat, but the trouble is that without a proper razor, he can only do so much. Grinning, he can tell that he's definitely having an effect on Jake, which makes his own heart beat rapidly. He leans his head right into Jake's touch, giving a soft purr like a cat, bearing in so he can place his lips against Jake's jaw.

"I want you to tell me what you want," he says, words slow and heavy. "Or I can start. You," he says with a point before locking his knees around Jake's hips, rolling them until he's on the bottom, arching a brow pointedly at Jake. "On top."

Seeing Cougar like this makes Jake wonder what he'd looked like as a teenager. With his hair cut shorter and that almost innocent flush to his cheeks, he looks at least a decade younger than he is. More than that, even, because Jake knew him almost a decade ago, and even all the way back then, Cougar'd had that kind of air of authority that screamed 'I am an adult and I can handle my own shit' that Jake has never quite managed to cultivate.

Luckily, Cougar rolling them over manages to derail Jake's runaway train of thought, and he's left peering down at his team mate (boyfriend?), a little surprised by their new position.

"You just don't want to do any work," he accuses, shifting his weight a little so he can lean on both his elbows so he won't crush Cougar beneath him. "Lazy." Never mind that he himself had been incredibly lazy for the last twenty minutes, just lying there as Cougar pummeled his back into submission.

"Or I want you to fuck me," is his quip in Spanish, grinning up at Jake as he works his hips in a slow, sinuous move that rolls them in figure eights, staring down at all the clothes he's still wearing before giving Jake a pointed look and reaching up to pull Jake's underwear down around his knees, tipping his head to the side to properly study his cock as a romantic partner and not just someone who's assessing his options.

This does, however, raise a problem. "Maybe not," he says, giving Jake a long look. "Lube?" And the unspoken condoms? is attached.

Okay, he may not speak much Spanish, but he does know what "fuck" sounds like, and he can't help the blush that springs to his cheeks. It's pretty ridiculous, actually, since Cougar has his hand on Jake's dick, but whatever. He's a ridiculous person.

"You know, you're a little overdressed for this party," he complains when Cougar shoves his boxers down his legs. It doesn't stop him from shifting to try and wriggle out of them, though, because nakey time is the best time, in his opinion. If he could get away with it, he'd wear as little clothing as the weather allowed, but people tended to frown on that kind of thing. Which was ridiculous.

When Cougar asks for lube, he pulls a face. "Uh, I don't have any..." And he certainly doesn't have condoms. He hasn't gotten a gift box since Baby, and he's not really complaining or anything, but apparently nobody is trying to facilitate their boning by providing prophylactics.

He moves his hand to give time for Jake to get fully naked, taking a long time to appreciate the sight above him, while he weighs out his options. "My last test, says I'm clean," he offers, because he had been sure to get one after Bolivia and the women there, just to make sure that he hadn't picked anything up. The lube, though, that's going to be difficult.

His gaze slides to the bit of orange oil and he gives Jake a shrug and a look that says they could, but then the both of them might smell like an orange grove. Plus, they would only have enough to do this once. "I will pray for something more," he insists, but still reaches for the little vial.

"Undress me," he orders, as he moves to push his hands above his hand and the little vial dropped by his shoulder.

"I know." Jake had always kept obsessive tabs on the members of their team, hacking into their emails and their medical records alike without a single thought to their privacy. He needed to know everything about them in order to protect them, and he refuses to feel bad about that. "I'm clean too," he adds somewhat unnecessarily, since it's not like he's been going around fucking a bunch of strangers.

The little bottle of oil is very interesting, but he'd thought Cougar was gifted it for another, more pedestrian reason. Using it as lube probably went against its intended purpose, but...

Manhandling Cougar out of his clothes takes some concentration, since he doesn't want to tug at his stitches or spill the oil anywhere, but eventually he gets his shirt yanked off and drops it somewhere off the bed, taking a moment to bend down and press a nipping little kiss to the Sacred Heart tattoo Cougar has on his chest before reaching for the waist of his pants.

Cougar raises his brow as if to question Jake about that level of prying, the question of what else he knows on the tip of his tongue, though he lets that slide. Still, it's good to know that they've both got a clean bill of health, so condoms won't be an issue since Cougar doubts he's going to knock Jake up anytime soon.

He's only too happy to help Jake along in his task, lifting his arms frantically as he sits up, lifting his hips off the bed while letting out a sharp sigh of pleasure at the nip as he grins, hand tangling in Jake's longer hair. "I like this," he says, punctuating his like with a sharp tug. "Very convenient."

Jake gives Cougar as innocent a look as he possibly could to stem any further questions. It's not like it makes much difference here, since he doesn't exactly have an internet connection, but he had considered his snooping necessary at the time, and he still considers it to have been necessary.

It would suck if an argument about internet privacy derailed them having sex, though.

He huffs a laugh when Cougar tugs at his hair, shivering a little because of it. "I know you like it," he replies. "You keep staring at me."

"You noticed," Cougar says with a smirk, enjoying the way that Jake looks with his longer hair. It gives him a slightly older air, just a little more mature. "I could hold on all day, ride you until you're hair screamed from pain." He likes the idea of out but today, he wants to be on the bottom.

"Are you going to prepare me?" Cougar asks, not losing Jake's eye contact for a moment.

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