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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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