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Cougar doesn't look back, but he does shrug considerately, because there does happen to be a little part of his brain that wouldn't mind at least trying. He finds another one and fishes it out with triumph, opening the note to find that it's written in code. Decades later, and their spec ops training is being applied to high school teenagers writing things in code.

"Aqui," Cougar summons with a whistle, getting to his feet as he sets the note on the desk and tries to work through the cryptography of what it could be.

Jake steps away from Cougar's desk so that he can go back to his side, automatically sliding an arm around his still-trim waist and curving his palm around the jut of his hipbone.

"Man, who would have known teenage girls would be so adept at code?"

He perches on the edge of one of the desks behind them and pulls Cougar closer with the arm around his waist, letting him half lean against him and half sit in his lap. "What do you think?"

Cougar's frowning as he pores over the note and the code, settling back into Jake's waiting lap because it's right there and he's so very warm. He's also the right size for Cougar to just nestle right in. Prying off his hat, he sets it on the spare desk as he leans forward to inspect the note, trying to figure out the cipher. In the end, it's almost too easy.

"Numbers for letters," is all he says, handing it back to Jake. "Website. Use your phone, do your..." he wiggles with his fingers to indicate Jake's skills with a computer, hoping he can get in the back end in case they need to shut it down.

Jake had been too busy resting his chin on Cougar's shoulder and nosing at the hinge of his jaw to really pay too much attention to the note in his hand, happy to enjoy a chance to snuggle with his husband.

"Hm?" Glancing at the note, he huffs softly and obediently reaches for his phone.

A few taps of his thumb later, Jake finds himself watching as Chrome loads a rather rudimentary website that's just full of photos.

Photos of him and Cougar.

If Jake keeps doing that, they're going to need to find a broom closet or make the trip home in a record amount of time before Cougar can do something very stupid. He leans over into Jake's space, lifting the phone to stare at some of the pictures, swiping through them as his brow raises higher and higher.

That's the picnic from last week. And before that, the kisses under the bleachers he'd stolen during the pep rally. Cougar frowns when he comes to some he doesn't recognize. "Well," he says, craning his head to one side. "Here's why they know about your shoulders," he says, flipping through pictures of Jake with a wet white t-shirt at the car wash, then with no t-shirt, and then with only a swimsuit.

Either Jake doesn't realize what he's doing (yeah right), or he simply doesn't mind that he's revving up his husband's libido right now. He likes the fact that even now that they're middle-aged, he can make Cougar distracted with wanting him.

The pictures have his eyebrows leaping up, though. Most of them are candids, clearly taken by someone who was able to be around them without them noticing. It's a little alarming, that people can sneak up on them like that, but they've been civilians for twenty years, now, and it seems parenthood has made them relax a little.

He laughs, kissing Cougar's shoulder apologetically. "It was for the marching band fundraiser! You know I'm a sucker for a good cause."

"I had to take Jessica to karate," he says grumpily. "I would have come with the car to get it washed. Maybe even paid for it to be waxed," he says lasciviously, flipping to the next photo to find a picture of himself lying prone and Jensen above him, during a CPR demonstration. And the next is the one that gets his brow shooting up.

It's them, sneaking into one of the janitor's closets, a caption underneath just showing a face with hearts for eyes and then several lewd remarks Cougar hates to think of his students saying.

"I know, baby," he placates, chuckling a little. He remembers how upset Cougar had been when their schedules just didn't line up properly, pouting as much as his stoic nature would allow despite the fact that Jake had pointed out, quite reasonably, that he gets to see him completely naked every day. "I'll wax you car whenever you like."

Another kiss has him too distracted to notice what Cougar's looking at until after it's loaded for a good while.

"Oh shit," is his response when he sees the photo. "We've been busted."

He mutters more complaint into another kiss, turning his head to ignore the picture now as he tries to bleed out some of the earlier arousal that Jake had caused, easing back to stare at the notes and noticing that none of them are for him. He can't help the face he makes, sliding his hat back on his head. "You have many fans," he says. "I hope they are not coming onto you."

Cougar is clearly gearing up to get himself into a right snit, so Jake powers off his phone and tucks it away into his pocket to forestall any more pouting.

"Cougs, I don't recognize when you're flirting with me, half the time. You expect me to notice when teenagers do it?"

He plucks Cougar's hat off his head, putting it aside so his husband can't hide beneath the shade of its brim. "Are you jealous?"

"No," he lies instantly, because he's not jealous of Jake or these teenagers. Okay, maybe what he's jealous about is that apparently he's gone past his prime. He used to draw everyone in the room towards him with a single look and comment, now he can't even get a single lewd note written about him. He isn't sure that he likes it. "Give me my hat," he warns, reaching out for it and expecting it to be handed back.

Jake has known Cougar for far too long to believe him when he lies the way he does, and he shakes his head at the automatic refusal. He's spent twenty-plus years translating Cougar's silences, he has a pretty good idea what's eating him now, and it's so ridiculous he doesn't even know where to begin.

"No," he repeats, scoffing as he reaches behind himself and pushes Cougar's hat a little farther away.

"Carlos. Come on. You're gorgeous. You think I would have let you knock up my sister if I didn't think you were the most beautiful person I've ever seen?" He shifts to slide both arms around Cougar's waist to pull him in a little closer, ducking his head to kiss his neck, letting his beard scratch him gently. "Who cares what these children think? I love you."

Cougar's upper lip curls in displeasure when his hat only gets further away. His curls have already started to frizz in the day's heat and he looks forward to the next stage when they start to wave and he can push them back. At least he has the fringe to hide behind, though he refuses to flinch in front of Jake. "I care," is his heated response. "They write you three love notes, want to bed you, have a whole page devoted to you. Me? I'm just Javi and Jessica's father, the Spanish teacher."

"Twenty years ago, I could walk into a bar and have whoever I wanted with one look," he maligns dramatically.

Jake doesn't know what to do. He's not used to being the one wanted, the one people pick over others. He's used to trailing behind in Cougar's shadow, watching his beautiful friend and then boyfriend charm the pants off any and everyone around them, waiting for his chance to be noticed and understanding it would probably never happen.

This reversal of roles is confusing. It upsets the order of things.

"I know," he says finally, frowning. "I remember."

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He knows it's not Jake's fault that these girls want him so much. In fact, he's proud of his husband. He just doesn't know when he'd lost his charms. Sighing, he sinks into Jake's waiting arms and buries his face in his chest before he steps back, a glimmer of thought in his mind.

If they all want Jake, then the way to prove he's still wanted is to make the man want him, beyond belief. His lips curving up in a smile, Cougar sets himself to this plan as he runs a hand very slowly through his hair, sending the curls into disarray. "Let me get my books and we will go," he says.

He feels a little better when Cougar sinks into him like that, slumping against his chest for a moment and leaning against him like nothing is wrong. It's not that he thought Cougar would hold this bizarre happenstance against him, but if he had sulked and pouted for too much longer, Jake would have eventually felt like it was his fault, and then the rest of the day would have been spent in self-recrimination which would have been awful. He has tests to grade tonight. His night doesn't have to get any worse.

He watches Cougar suspiciously as he musses up his hair, practically tossing his head like he's in a shampoo commercial. "...Okay..."

Cougar heads to the desk in order to fetch his things. The motorcycle boots sit comfortably under his jeans, but the jeans are still a little tight, allowing him to lean over the desk to reach for his things and allowing the fabric to strain. Once the bag is over his shoulder, he wraps his scarf and sucks his lower lip into his mouth while he's turned away, so that when he looks to Jensen, they're shining and a touch swollen.

"Tamales for dinner? I'll cook." The twins are out tonight, activities, which means it's just them.

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It amuses him that Cougar still basically dresses himself the way they did when they were in the Army, whereas Jake has taken the teacher look and ran with it. Then again, Jake always did throw himself into his enthusiasms head-first, so it can't be that surprising.

He's practically always stared at Cougar's ass when he bends over, and today is no different. His husband is wiry where he himself is broad, but damn he's always had a nice ass.

"Hm? Yeah, that sounds great." It's not often that they have a night without their kids any more, and while part of Jake had considered going out — they haven't had a proper date in god knows how long — a home-cooked meal where he doesn't have to watch over homework being done at the kitchen table sounds awesome.

Jake is already sounding a little distracted. Good. Cougar grins at him as he leans forward to steal back his hat, pressing his chest flush against Jake's as he takes it, his hips rolling forward just a little as he uses it for leverage to angle the hat back on his head, using their close space to let his fingers run over Jake's chest as he adjusts the strap of his bag.

"Ride home with me?" he suggests hopefully, raising a brow.

The motorcycle will definitely help to speed this along.

Jake's not oblivious to the show Cougar has decided to put on, just a little bemused.

Not bemused enough not to let his hands settle on Cougar's hips, though, an automatic motion that takes absolutely no thought after all these years together.

"Then who's going to drive the kids to school tomorrow?"

"They take the spare car," Cougar replies, like it's the simplest reply in the world. He appreciates the hands on his hips because it means they're getting somewhere. He eases back away from Jake's touch, but not before giving him a firm kiss on the lips. "Yes?"

"You're going to let our children drive your Mustang?" He can't help sounding skeptical, his eyebrows escaping up to his hairline. "Really?"

This time it's Jake swaying forward to try and prolong the kiss, a soft little sound dying on his lips. "Sure, if that's what you want."

"They have to learn sometime," Cougar replies, tangling his fingers into Jake's as he twines them and begins to lead them out to the parking lot, not letting go of Jake the whole time, not oblivious to what everyone else is saying, but uncaring. He digs out the spare helmet and offers it to Jake, grinning widely as he thinks about all the times they've ridden like this.

And how every single other time has ended.

Jake automatically locks Cougar's classroom behind them as he's dragged out by the hand, his keyring heavy with his own keys and a copy of Cougar's.

"Well, don't come crying to me when they fuck up the gears because they're not used to driving manual," he warns, allowing himself to be towed through the school and smiling at their colleagues as they pass by. Jake must really be oblivious, because he'd always thought that their marriage was just one of those things that people knew about but didn't care about. But clearly he was wrong. He's going to have to think about this some more, later, when Cougar doesn't have such a bee in his bonnet.

His legs bracketing Cougar's, his hands resting on his hips, he settles onto the bike behind him.

Cougar settles back in the seat, moving his hips around in a show of trying to get comfortable when really, all it's doing is making sure that he's snug with Jake, in a very provocative position that he very much likes. He settles the hat in his bag while he tugs his helmet on, revving up the bike.

Home is not that far, but Cougar does his best to make sure Jake has to hold onto him tightly, swerving here and there, making it so that there's enough bumps for friction and that Jake's arms are tighter around him.

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