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[MINGLE] Saints & Sinners Masquerade

WHERE: Corn field next to the inn
WHEN: 31 October, all day and night
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn as appropriate in your subject lines
NOTES: Please make sure you have read and understand the event details! If you have questions, drop them here. RECOMMENDED BUT NOT REQUIRED: Put your SCRUBS COLOR in your OTA subject line for folks doing bingo. Time your OTA for the harvest feast, the masquerade, or both. Costume matches and details for folks who did not get matched are here.

This morning, our intrepid villagers awoke to a surprise of the nicer kind: A bundle of clothing left at the foot of their bed, tied with a bow. There is also a note: Put on your new outfit and join the festivities in the corn field next to the inn.

You may be thinking, what corn field next to the inn? The one that sprung up fully-mature overnight, of course.

In the middle of the field, villagers will find an autumn feast: Tables piled with harvest time food and drink, warm and rustic decorations, the day's sunshine fending off any chill in the air.

Tuck in and enjoy, villagers, but take note: Things often look different in the dark, and you might be one of them.

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He did know, a little, but it had never been the right time for it. After all, how could it work? Instead, he'd made himself Jake's best friend. He'd made sure that no one could get too close to him. Sure, he'd allowed himself to also have his own pleasures, but he was only human.

Cougar raises a brow, giving Jake a long look. "But women? If it was one of them, you would be with them?" He's only teasing, but there is a genuine hint of displeasure in his words.

There's a lot he could say, things he should say but most of the words just aren't there. Things about desires and lust and all the things he's wants and he just has no idea how to explain it. Just no idea at all.

"Now? No. You can't ask me about before. Like it mattered. I was totally not capable of getting laid," he points out. "Now though... if I have a chance at you? Us? No one else matters."

Cougar raises a brow and gives Jake a long look, wondering if he's being honest about what he just said. When it seems like he's not joking, Cougar feels like after everything, he should be honest. "You could have gotten laid," he admits.

Shrugging, because maybe Cougar dissuaded more than a few women from actually making their attempts, or he'd seduced them away for himself. "You do have a chance," he confirms with a smirk. "If you want it."

He frowns at that, head canting slightly. "I tried," he points out, not quite catching on yet. "You know I tried." Because it never occurs to him that Cougar was interested all that time, or would do that. Or had done that.

"What part of all that makes you think if?" Even though he knows that smirk says a lot. "Cougar..." His hand flexes against Cougar's chest. "I want. What part of that kiss says I don't want?"

"You tried. I stopped." It's the only confession that Jake is going to get out of Cougar, but it's the first time he's actively admitted to interfering and he can't help the sly grin at how successful he'd been, too, much to Jake's frustrations.

He knows how much Jake wants it and he does too, but there are other, worse things. "It's not easy, to love me," he points out. There are the night terrors, the trauma. Even before Bolivia, there had been Afghanistan and all the horrors he'd seen.

Besides, he's not exactly boyfriend material. He barely gets out the words to get close.

"You..." It takes a moment before Jake's mind can process what is being said to him. It wasn't that he wasn't handsome enough, or that he was too much of a spazz or a geek. It was because...

"You son of a bitch," he says, smacking him on the arm. "How could you do that and not tell me... and you did it because... I mean, you want..." He gestures between them. So very mature.

"Cougar..." He takes a breath and sighs. "You're my best friend and my unit and you will be part of my life whether than life involves making out and sex or not," he says, meaning it. "So what's harder than what I know? The man you are and all you've been through? The price you pay daily for all you've done for people? None of that is any different, Cougar. I didn't abandon you with them before on your own, why would that change if anything else did?"

Cougar doesn't feel guilty about what he'd done and he doesn't plan to start now. After all, why should he? It accomplished his goal and maybe he was hypocritical to also take women to his bed, but he didn't want to see Jake with them, knowing he might fall in love.

With Cougar, there hadn't been the same concern.

He shrugs, working at the costume and stepping out of it, handing it to Jake and standing only in his boxer-briefs. "You know I'm broken. If you still want that, I'm all yours to give."

And it was a fairly legitimate fear up until the least few years. Years when he realized he wasn't even trying that hard to hook up because while sex might be great and amazing, he wasn't going to fall for anyone. Because he had already fallen for Cougar.

"I want..." Right, look him in the eyes because if he looks down, he's going to lose it and beg for something right then, right there. "I think I always have, and I definitely have for a long time now."

Hooking the deer suit on a stalk, he moves to get out of his costume. "And don't think I didn't notice you do have underwear on," he points out.

Cougar laughs, a soft and silent huffing thing as he strips fully out of the costume so he can dangle it on a finger and offer it out to Jake, not guilty or feeling bad about the fact that he lied, not when it produced such a good result.

"You cheat, you win," he says, which is his philosophy with not only cards, but apparently also in this. He's very smug and he knows that they're going to give this a shot, even if he doesn't say it out loud.

Getting out of his hunter costume, standing there in boxers and chilled by the air nd not caring. He reached out to snatch the costume from Cougar.

"How long have you known, Cougar? That I wanted you?"

And he is mentally calculating how long it's been since Cougar had been cockblocking him.

Cougar hasn't actually known for that long. In truth, he had a inkling, but it wasn't completely settled into his head until he saw some of the looks that he got from Jake. Then, he'd known. He'd also figured it out when Jake didn't go chasing after the women more than once.

Cougar takes the other costume and starts to dress, shrugging. He gives Jake a look like he's not considering the truth in this. Because maybe Cougar wanted Jake before Jake wanted him back?

After all, there's a reason that he didn't want to see Jake with anyone else. "Long enough," he finally says.

Taking the deer outfit, moving to get it over his shoes and then wriggling into it. Because he's thinking about it. About how long he's imagined kissing Cougar as he just did. Just those thoughts leave him hot and needy and leaning in towards Cougar once more with the jumpsuit barely sitting on his hips.

"And we're getting dressed why?"

Because that is a legit question! One that needs an answer, because there's so many things he's imagining doing. Though logic might say their first time with such things should maybe not be in a cornfield.

He keeps getting dressed, right in front of Jake, like he needs him to see the fact that clothes are going back on. It's not a stupid question. If anything, it's a very good one, but he slides the outfit back on.

They're not missing the party, with all the good food and the booze, not even for a good first time. They've been waiting this many years for it, Cougar is of the opinion that they can wait a few hours more, but he has always been the more patient of the two.

"Dress," is all he says, because he wants to get back to the alcohol.

He's also the one of the two of them that's had sex in the last couple of years that didn't involve a date with themselves, so that could definitely breed patience. Not that Jake was a patient man to start with.

For the longest time he stares at Cougar, almost hurt but then he manages to nod, pulling himself together and getting into the costume because it's not like he's going to force himself on Cougar, or expect anything from him he's not willing to give.

So he wriggles his way into the jumpsuit, dragging up the zipper, his chin up but his gaze kind of somewhere off in the distance. Doing what he does best, overthinking what he's said and done and wondering if he's screwed up somewhere along the line.

Cougar wriggles a little more and gets fully into his costume, looking at Jake with fresh eyes. He leans in and grabs Jake by the chin when he's fully hooded and deer-like, leaning in and tipping his head to the side to claim a kiss in thanks, in reward, and in so many other things.

He eases back, licking his lips and looking him over. "Later," is a promise that he definitely intends to collect on. "When the hunter finds his prey."

The kiss makes his breath catch, wondering if he'll ever get over that sense of wonderment that suddenly this is something so real between them. Leaning in as the kiss breaks, nodding though as he straightens.

"Been waiting forever for you to catch me, what's a few more hours?"

Cougar drifts back to the party, walking backwards the whole time and never looking at his path, never stumbling. He wants every second he can get of looking at Jake in a deer's costume right now, blowing him a kiss and adding a wink before he vanishes back into the tall corn, heading back to the party with a little more spring in his step.

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