Leaving his glasses behind was a stupid fucking move, but Jake hadn't been thinking. Obvious. He never thinks when it comes to Cougar.
Cougar is a slippery bastard at the worst of times, and right now is no different. Before Jake can rear back, he's been grabbed and Cougar's knee gets slammed right into his balls. He's too shocked to do much more than flail and squeak, torn between defending himself and not hitting his friend.
His indecision winds up with him flat on his back, Cougar's weight pinning him down, a sharp knife pressed to his neck.
"Cougs," he wheezes pitifully, fighting the urge to curl up in a ball and protect his soft, dangly bits. He can't curl up, Cougar's got him pinned to the mattress. "Cougs," he repeats, his hand curled around Cougar's wrist. "It's just me. Jake. No demons, okay? Just me."
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Cougar is a slippery bastard at the worst of times, and right now is no different. Before Jake can rear back, he's been grabbed and Cougar's knee gets slammed right into his balls. He's too shocked to do much more than flail and squeak, torn between defending himself and not hitting his friend.
His indecision winds up with him flat on his back, Cougar's weight pinning him down, a sharp knife pressed to his neck.
"Cougs," he wheezes pitifully, fighting the urge to curl up in a ball and protect his soft, dangly bits. He can't curl up, Cougar's got him pinned to the mattress. "Cougs," he repeats, his hand curled around Cougar's wrist. "It's just me. Jake. No demons, okay? Just me."