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Cougar lets out a soft puff of a sigh, sliding his palm down to wrap around Jake's cock, mainly holding on like it's some sort of security blanket, turning over so he can curl up with him and fall into that bliss of waiting sleep. This time, without the kids there, he sleeps deeply and dreams of emerald rings and a wedding day ruined by a fifty-foot Clay who steps on the cake.

It's that distressing image that knocks Cougar from sleep, groggily staring at the bedroom. His sight may be perfect, still, but it's always a blur when he wakes up and has to clean out his eyes. "Que hora es?"

Cougar's come bitter in the back of his throat, Jake sleeps and dreams of nothing. Nothing he remembers when he wakes up, at least, when Cougar shifts in his arms and rumbles a question at him.

Jake's glasses had gotten completely dislodged while they slept, so he just grunts instead of bothering to reply, able to see even less than Cougar at the moment. Eventually he guesses, just a wild stab in the dark that has a probability of being wildly off the mark. "Eleven?"

He groans and doesn't mean to move, but the only place he gets to go is to burrow a little further into Jake's waiting warmth. "One more hour," he insists, splayed hands digging into skin as he works hard to pretend they're just one body instead of two. "Just one," he sighs, knowing that the kids will need pick-up in a few hours and he plans to get them, see how their days have gone.

"Mmkay," he murmurs, taking half a second to roll away very slightly so he can smack his hand across the bedside table in search of his phone. Squinting at the too-bright display, he realizes he was a little conservative in his estimate of time. Smiling to himself, he sets an alarm for an hour and twenty minutes, and then drops the phone and rolls back in against Cougar.

Cougar snores, which is something that he doesn't often do when he's sleeping, but he's safe and tired and Jake is holding him. When he wakes up, it's to the sound of an alarm that makes him jump slightly. Still, he doesn't reach out and smack Jake, so it's progress.

"Carino," he murmurs, shifting into a stride over Jake. "Good morning."

The alarm is a mild annoyance, one Jake dozes through until Cougar turns if off and then he's being pushed on his back and a warm weight is settling over top of him.

Funny, how once upon a time that would have had him come up swinging. Now, he just sighs happily and stretches, making baby dinosaur noises under his breath as he blinks up at Cougar and smiles.

"Hey there, handsome."

Cougar is already in the process of sliding his hands under cloth, sliding them up Jake's chest. "Javi and Jessica will be home in two hours," he shares. "And I think I would like to pick them up, make cookies. How relaxed can you make me in the next hour, Jake?"

Jake stretches his arms up over his head, making it easier for Cougar to slide his shirt up his torso, and hums another happy sigh.

"That depends, Carlos," he murmurs teasingly, blinking myopically up at him as he perches on his hips. "You wanna fuck me now?"

"I could. Or," he says, trailing his fingers down very slowly to allow them to get a little lighter by the minute, a tease by the end, "we could see how long you could go inside of me and whether you could make me finish sin un solo toque."

"Oh," he breathes, his eyes widening comically as he fights against a shiver at the feather-light touch of Cougar's fingers on his belly. "Yeah, we could totally do that."

"Yes?" Cougar smirks down at Jake, trying to slowly leverage himself off. He works his way to his knees to slowly start undoing the button of his trousers, wriggling out as he kicks them to the side, murmuring lube? in Russian in Jake's ear.

"Drawer," is his only response, one arm flopping towards the bedside table in a very half-hearted effort to reach it. He's too busy staring at Cougar as he undoes his soft sleep pants so he can do more than just pull his dick out like Jake did to him earlier, that sinful little wiggle of his hips making Jake swallow back a little squeak. He knows what that wiggle means.

Cougar grins as he reaches for it and fetches the little tube, flipping it open as he angles his hips towards Jake, a promise of what's about to come. "You watching?" he coaxes, feeling a thrill go through him as he thinks about how in some time, he will be able to say that he is sleeping with his husband.

The possessive part of his brain hadn't considered that, but he likes it.

His throat clicks as he swallows. "I'm watching," he breathes, his hands slowly shifting to settle on Cougar's thighs, crinkling the hair on his legs as he tries to clench his hands helplessly.

There's a look on Cougar's face that says he's up to something, something more than just prepping himself to ride Jake into the mattress. "What are you plotting?"

"Hush," Cougar insists, clapping his free hand over Jake's mouth as he works his fingers inside of himself, moving in a smooth, careful rhythm that has him thinking of how it will feel to sink down onto Jake, his favourite thing in the world. "No words," he orders. "Or you will only fuck your hand."

Jake meeps quietly behind Cougar's hand, but quickly nods to indicate he understands the stakes. He's already more than halfway hard, not having gotten off before their nap and feeling desperately frustrated because of it, and he's not willing to risk having Cougar make good on his threat.

Belatedly, he reaches for his glasses and slams them on his face so he can see every detail of what's happening above him.

Good. It's always better when Jake can see what's going on. Keeping his hand slapped across Jake's mouth, he winds his fingers until there's three of them and he's riding himself, rocking down onto those lubed up fingers as he throws his head back, hair falling across his shoulders. "Jake," he moans, despite Jake not having a hand in this (so to speak) yet.

This is so unfair. Jake lets himself squirm a little, his hips shifting beneath Cougar in tiny little aborted thrusts, and he wants to babble, wants to let praises and prayers alike fall from his lips like rain, but Cougar's palm is hot and heavy over his mouth and he doesn't dare push just yet, not when Cougar's only got his fingers inside himself.

Instead, he licks Cougar's palm.

Cougar lifts his hand off, wrinkling his nose at how wet it is, though it's not like living with Jake and their children for this many years hasn't prepared him for this. "Jake," he chides, bearing down and kissing him as he covers his palm with more lube, stroking Jake's cock lovingly. "Tell me when to stop."

Cougar had told him not to speak, so he just accepts the kiss that's pressed to his lips, letting his hands drop to the bed beneath them so he can fist his fingers in the sheets so he won't fuck up Cougar's plan of attack, which seems to be mostly 'drive Jake insane.'

When he's hard enough to drill through walls and wet enough to drip, he whines into Cougar's kiss and reaches down to stop the stroke of his hand, widening his eyes a little at him to indicate he'd better stop.

"Shh," is sharper this time as he swats away Jake's hand, but also stops working him to a frenzy. "Now," he says calmly, sliding down onto Jake with care, letting out a gasp of happiness as he does. "You are going to tell me, as I work, what you want in a wedding."

Jake tries to hold out, he really does. Cougar had told him not to talk, and Jake is actually good at following orders, thanks, but there are limits even to his abilities, and when Cougar is slowly pushing down onto his cock, he thinks he can be excused for slipping a little.

He hisses, an aborted curse bitten off before any real noise can escape, and settles his hands on Cougar's hips, his finger digging into soft skin.

"You," he blurts out finally, the words forced from him as if the weight of Cougar's body settling over his pushed them up through his mouth. "I just want you."

Cougar shifts so he can slide down, using his own strength to do most of the work, cocking a brow up as if to accept the praise for his ego, for himself. He uses Jake's shoulders to grab hold and work as leverage, giving a pleased sound. "I want a backyard party," he counters. "With a cake. A chocolate cake."

"We can just..." he gasps quietly, and digs his heels into the mattress. "We can just go to the courthouse, you don't have to make a big deal of it."

Although a backyard party does sound nice. They could get the band back together, have everyone over, let them all share in one of the happiest moments of Jake's life. They could have a barbecue after, and chocolate cake... "I know how much you like chocolate..."

Cougar shakes his head. "Cake," is all he insists, because if he's going to wear a ring and sign papers and go through all the legal proceedings, then he wants to smear chocolate cake all over Jensen and lick it off. "Dancing," he adds, rocking down so hard and fast that he loses his breath. "With you. The kids."

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