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His accent's even pretty decent by this point in their lives.

As Cougar goes around to wish a good morning to his children, Jake takes the opportunity to slide only slightly-singed pieces of french toast onto the plates he got ready for the twins, topping them with chopped strawberries and syrup. He's not quite at the stuffed-french-toast-level his fiancé (hee!) is, but simple can be good too.

He shakes his head to Cougar's silent question, grinning to himself. He was planning on waiting until Cougar made appearance. And, just to prevent any escape attempts, Jake makes a beeline to Cougar's side once he gives the kids their breakfast, sliding his arm around Cougar's waist so he can't go anywhere.

"Gatitos," he starts, squeezing Cougar around the middle. "Your papí and I were talking last night, and we decided that it was kind of silly for us to be separate. I want to be an Alvarez too, just like you guys! It's no fair that I'm left out of the club. So, we decided we're going to get married after all."

There's a brief beat of silence, and then the subsequent shrieking probably alerts every dog in the neighborhood of the good news. Jake winces at the volume of yelling his two prefect little angels can produce, but doesn't flinch as they launch themselves out of their chairs to throw themselves at their fathers.

Cougar stays where he is, leaning into Jake's arms where the warmth is comfortable and the strength is evident in those beautiful arms. He winces heavily the minute that the news sinks in and they start to scream, prying away from Jake so he can catch Javi in his arms, who is babbling (unlike himself) into his Papi's ear about how they don't have to do this, but he's glad they are, and what kind of party are they having.

Javi switches to Spanish midway through, babbling just as much until the words run together and he buries his face in Cougar's neck.

"Do I get a dress?" Jessica demands, from where she's trying to scale Jake's arms even more.

Javier has always been his father's son, the more quiet and calm of the twins, and seeing them together with their dark heads bent close as Javi runs his mouth a mile a minute makes Jake's chest feel tight with emotion.

Kids. They have kids together.

Speaking of kids, Jessica is taking advantage of her father's distraction by attempting to climb him like a tree, so he bends to swoop her up into his arms and plant a big, tickling kiss to her cheek just to hear her squeal.

"Of course you get a dress!" he exclaims, bouncing her like he did when she was smaller. "We can't have our flower girl not wear a pretty dress!"

Cue more shrieking, this time right next to his ear.

Cougar winces and mutters a half-hidden plea in Pashto to keep the volumes low because he's got a headache from sleep deprivation and could use at least a moment or two of peace. He hefts Javi up on his hip a little more as he gets close enough to kiss Jake, a fond smile on his lips. "And tell Javi," he says. "What we need him to do."

He wants to give Jake this, too, the kids' happiness at being given tasks and a role in the wedding.

Jake shifts Jessica to one arm so he can slide the other around Cougar and their son when he gets close enough to kiss, holding him close to prolong the kiss until the kids start squirming and proclaiming that they're gross!

Reluctantly breaking away from Cougar, he turns his attention to Javier, who's looking up at him with big hazely-green eyes, waiting to hear what his role in this will be.

"Do you think you can carry the rings for us, buddy?" Jake asks, smoothing Javi's curls off his forehead and grinning as he starts nodding quickly before Jake's even removed his hand, resulting in Jake mussing up his curls even more until they frizz up around his head like a halo.

His heart hurts.

Cougar slips a little tongue in there because Jake is his fiancé and he can do whatever he likes, as far as he's concerned. He smiles down at Javi when their son looks up at him as if to check that this is what they really want, nodding encouragingly. "Yes," is Javi's soft, but excited reply when he does speak.

"Breakfast," Cougar says, settling Javi back down in his seat. "Neither of you were finished and I see fruit left."

Jessica slithers down through Jake's arms so she can run to her seat, but only after giving them both a big wet kiss on their cheeks.

Jake immediately reaches for Cougar, clutching at his shirt and bending slightly to press his forehead to his.

"Fu-fudge I think I'm having a heart attack," he breathes, clinging.

"De verdad?" Cougar asks, genuinely concerned for a moment as he stares at Jake, hand over his heart in order to figure out if Jake really means it or if this is just more play. It's beating normally, which makes Cougar pry his hand away and run his fingers through Jake's hair. "Breathe," he coaxes.

"Or you will faint."

He's only thirty-eight, he's too young for a heart attack. That doesn't stop his chest from feeling tight, or his heart from pounding in his chest, not helped at all by the steady pressure of Cougar's palm against his chest. Cougar's fingers in his hair, though, that's helpful, as is listening to the twins bicker in a pidgin of English and Spanish about who's going to do what in the wedding and what the decorations are going to be.

After managing to sync his breathing up with Cougar's for a minute or two, he feels a little steadier.

"Okay, I'm okay."

Cougar still eyes Jake warily, because he doesn't seem entirely okay just yet. He waits and keeps running his fingers through his hair, keeping a careful eye on the children because they're six and they have both Alvarez and Jensen genetics in them, which means when they want to be, they're plenty of trouble.

"You act panicky like that, you'll make me worry for your health," he warns.

"Sorry," he mumbles, letting his hands slide down to Cougar's waist, holding on for a moment before slipping around him so he can hold on properly. "I'm fine, my heart's fine, there's nothing wrong with me."

Apart from the obvious, obviously.

He ducks to press his face into Cougar's shoulder, quickly reaching up to yank off his glasses so he can get as close as possible, even though that makes it difficult for Cougar to play with his hair. He just needs to be close, that's all, to feel the warmth of Cougar's neck against his face, his hair tickling his ears as it slips free of its ponytail. "Cougs, I... How is this our life? The house, and the car, and the kids, god. We have children, Cougar. And we're getting married. I just..."

He fists his hands in the back of Cougar's shirt, clutching at him as he switches to Pashto so the kids can't eavesdrop. "I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and I'll be back in that fucking jungle again, bleeding everywhere, and this will have all been a dream."

Cougar raises his brow when Jake makes such an insistence, because it's not like Jake is normal, but he's probably right and he's fine. It's just that he's overwhelmed and dealing with a lot of good things right now. For them, good things are usually a prelude to an explosion, in his experience.

He holds on to Jake, rubbing his back as he soothes him with a light rock back and forward, trying not to let his distress bleed where the kids can see. "It's not. We've suffered enough. This is the reward for a very hard life." He kisses Jake's temple. "Besides, you forget all the nights awake with screaming infants. The repairs that took months. The car costing thousands."

"That wasn't even bad, though," he protests, feeling the bizarre need to cling to his ridiculous belief that this isn't happening. He doesn't get this many good things at once, something bad has to happen to balance it all out.

He's not trembling, but he is tense; that is, until he feels little hands clutch the hem of his shirt and tug, a small voice piping up, "Daddy?"

Sliding his glasses back on his face, he bends to pick up Javi and kisses his cheek. "I'm finished, Daddy," he says, and sure enough, his plate is clean.

"Good job, buddy," he says, giving him another kiss before setting him back on the floor. "Can you and your sister go get dressed for me? I'll take you to school this morning but only if you two dress yourselves." It's a guarantee that they'll wind up wearing something ridiculous and eye-wateringly bright — they are definitely his kids — but it will also give him and Cougar another few minutes alone, and he wants that very much.

Cougar raises his brow, thinking that it had been plenty bad for him, who had discovered a new form of torture in the way of two shrieking infants who wouldn't quiet down for anything. After that, he knows time has eased that pain, but he still remembers it. He gives the twins an encouraging smile and watches them wander off, already rattling on about what clothes they think they'll wear.

It gives him time to cup Jake's cheek, giving his partner a worried look. "Querido, it's not fake."

Jake shakes his head, a small smile curling his mouth. "I know," he insists, leaning into the touch of Cougar's hands on his face. "And even if it were, I love it too much to wake up. So I guess you're stuck with me."

It's easy enough to lean forward and give him a gentle kiss before stepping away, even if he wants to just curl himself around Cougar the way they used to and hang on for dear life.

"I have to get dressed so I don't cause a riot in the kiss and ride. You should go back to sleep."

"I think you look perfect," Cougar says with the smirk that comes when he knows exactly what Jensen would do if he went to the kiss and ride looking like he does. He licks his lips and lets his gaze roam hungrily over Jake's body, sliding his palm down Jake's shirt to twine and yank him in closer, grazing his teeth over Jake's earlobe so he can get close enough to whisper.

"If you come back in the next thirty minutes, I will nap and then you can wake me up with a blowjob."

"You're only saying that because you can see my ass through the many holes in these shorts," he accuses, but definitely doesn't resist the yank that pulls him in closer. Nor does he try to suppress the shiver that crawls down his back when Cougar bites his earlobe and then whispers.

"And if I'm late?" Jake is planning on waking up Cougar with a blowjob regardless, but he's curious what Cougar will say.

"Then I have to fuck you," Cougar replies, like it would be a terrible shame for him to do that. He kisses the warm space just behind Jake's ear, reaching down to goose his ass before the kids can come back. One more for good luck and he's heading upstairs to wish the kids good luck at school, kissing their cheeks and telling them that they can tell anyone they want about the wedding, even if none of them will likely to get to attend.

Once he's done with that, he collapses face-first on Jake's pillow, inhaling the smell of him deeply before he lets his exhaustion catch up to him.

"Oh no, however will I survive."

It's so tempting for him to follow Cougar back upstairs and climb into bed with him, but the kids come thundering down the stairs at that exact moment, and he's sucked into the minutiae of parenthood. Once he gets their lunch boxes in their hands and their backpacks on their backs, he ushers both kids out the door, only remembering when he's at the door to grab a pair of shorts off the clean laundry pile on the cough to cover up so he doesn't cause a scene.

It's only once he's got both kids in their car seats and has put the van in reverse that he realizes that he's wearing a pair of American flag-print board shorts. Cougar will laugh at him when he gets home.

He and the kids scream their way through three of Queen's Greatest Hits on their way to school — it's close to their home, which is great, just about in between them and Julie, which makes pickups easy for everyone involved — and this time Jake does get out of the van when he pulls up to school so the kids can give him one last hug and kiss before they race towards the door. The teacher on door duty grins at him and waves, clearly enjoying his get-up, but if she expects Jake to be embarrassed, she's wrong. He grins back, waving at her and his kids, before loping back towards the van so he can get home in time to wake up Cougar during his self-imposed window of time.

He doesn't break any speed limits getting home, but it's close. By the time he parks and lets himself back in the front door, he's pushing twenty-nine minutes. Taking the stairs three at a time means he manages to get into the bedroom just before the half hour mark.

His hands slide up Cougar's thighs just as thirty minutes tick by, fingers reaching for his waist band.

He has been in the middle of a very nice dream about Jake and suntanning in the backyard with nothing on. He's roused from it by curious fingers at his waist and Cougar slides from a deep sleep to one closer to the surface, wondering just what the other parents thought at drop-off of Jake with his sunny, too-bright smiles, and of the kids with their ridiculous enthusiasm.

He smiles, drowsily, and turns so he's face-up in bed. "I was having a very nice dream," he shares, his eyes still closed. "Do you think you can beat it?"

God, sometimes he looks at this man, and his heart skips a beat. Even with grey starting to encroach in his hair and beard, Cougar is so beautiful.

"I'll do my best," he promises, winkling Cougar's sleep pants down just enough that he can dip his hand inside and carefully pull his cock free. He's soft in his hand, vulnerable, and Jake is gentle as he ducks his head down and presses a soft kiss to the head just barely peeking out of the foreskin.

Cougar was the first man Jake ever actually slept with, and it was a surprise for him to realize that he likes doing this way more than he thought he would, drawing his flaccid cock into his mouth and feeling him harden against his tongue. Now that they have kids, the times they have sex are often fast and hurried, and he doesn't get to indulge in enjoying himself as much as he'd like. This morning, he can, and he takes advantage of that with gusto, humming happily to himself as he draws Cougar deeper and deeper into his mouth.

If ever they deserve unhurried, lazy, wonderful sex, it's now with the kids being at school and with the shooting range all closed up for the day with no one expecting them. He shifts back onto the bed, shoulders rubbing back and forth as he lets Jake take him deeply, already letting out soft rumbles of Spanish praises to tell Jake how very good he's doing and how much Cougar loves him.

Like this, the whole world falls away and all that matters is Jake, down below, in the most wonderful place ever. "That's it," he coaxes. "Such a good boy, novio. So good."

Maybe once upon a time, the desperate need Jake has for positive reinforcement might have embarrassed him. But after more than fifteen years of knowing each other, what secrets they might have are negligible, and one as obvious as this hasn't been a secret for a very long time.

Cougar's praise draws another hum from Jake's throat, something high and keening as he settles down between Cougar's legs on the bed, his hands flexing on his thighs. Pulling away is the last thing on his mind, but needs to correct Cougar's mistake. "No, babe. Prometido." He can't help the ridiculous grin that splits his face for a moment, but then he remembers that he's got a job to do , and ducks his head back down to get back to business.

Cougar huffs and refrains from lecturing Jake about the fact that he knows what he's saying and novio can be boyfriend and partner just as much as it can be the husband that he's going to become, one day. He shakes his head, but lifts his forearm to cover his forehead as he relaxes, indulging in the second best way to wake up in the mornings.

(The first, of course, being all curled in a pile with the children while the rain outside gives them no reason to be up, with breakfast hot and ready and waiting)

Let him have this, Cougar.

It seems that Cougar is settling in for the long haul, which means Jake can turn all his attention to the task at hand. They know each other well enough to be able to push and prod and move these moments along quickly, touching each other in just the right way to get off as fast as possible, but considering how little sleep they're both running on right now, fast is definitely not on the menu. Not to mention they have the whole day stretching out in front of them, a whole day without the kids.

Jake adores his kids, obviously, but it is kind of nice to have some uninterrupted adult time.

He hums happily to himself as Cougar thickens up against his tongue, gently bobbing his head as his hands knead Cougar's thighs.

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