A blatant lie. But if he can't feel up his boyfriend in their own backyard, then when can he feel him up? This isn't the America Jake fought and bled for, okay, in his America, he can grope his hot boyfriend whenever the hell he wants. (It's best not to think about the fact that this might, actually, not even be America. That's something to ponder later. Perhaps never. Never sounds good.)
"'Course I do. That doesn't mean it's fun, okay." He lets Cougar sway him around a little, timing their movements to the beat of Cougar's whistling, his free hand lifting to fiddle with the curls Cougar hates him touching, smoothing them out of his face and touching the few strands of silver that have started to shoot through them at his temples.
"You're going gray, hermoso," he murmurs, grinning.
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A blatant lie. But if he can't feel up his boyfriend in their own backyard, then when can he feel him up? This isn't the America Jake fought and bled for, okay, in his America, he can grope his hot boyfriend whenever the hell he wants. (It's best not to think about the fact that this might, actually, not even be America. That's something to ponder later. Perhaps never. Never sounds good.)
"'Course I do. That doesn't mean it's fun, okay." He lets Cougar sway him around a little, timing their movements to the beat of Cougar's whistling, his free hand lifting to fiddle with the curls Cougar hates him touching, smoothing them out of his face and touching the few strands of silver that have started to shoot through them at his temples.
"You're going gray, hermoso," he murmurs, grinning.