the country losers // we might get luck, pg-13
we might get lucky
beau hutton/jake jensen
country strong/the losers crossover.
see this post this post on tumblr to explain the headcanon of the ship. this follows two short smutty ficlets Alicia left in my ask.
When Beau wakes up, there is a menacing looking black woman looming over the bed. Jensen is curled against his chest, snoring softly onto his collarbone. Beau blinks, thinking maybe he's hallucinating, but she shifts and raises a pierced eyebrow. “Holy shit!” Beau shouts, jumping and dislodging Jensen. The ex solider squawks and blots awake, looking alert and startled.
“Aisha, what the fuck?” he groans, groping around for his glasses. “We're naked!”
“I can see that,” she deadpans, throwing a wad of clothes at his face. “You're late and your phone is off.”
“Of course my phone is off,” he grumbles, sliding out of bed and pulling his underwear and pants on. “I haven't seen Beau in nine months, you friggin'...Ice Queen. You didn't pull Pooch away from Jolene and the baby last week, now did you?”
“Max wasn't moving a detonator for an atomic bomb last week,” Aisha spits out as Jensen pulls his shirt over his head. “But he is in two hours and you're the decoy, so we need you.”
“Decoy?” Beau echoes, scrambling out of bed. Jensen yelps and throws a pillow at him, which Beau promptly uses to cover his groin. “Hold on, now.”
“We don't have time to hold on,” Aisha snaps, ushering Jensen towards the door. “We are already behind schedul-”
“Wait!” Beau barks. He fixes them with the most intimidating glare he can manage while naked and holding a pillow in front of his crotch. “Just. Wait.”
“Beau, I'll be fine,” Jensen insists, hedging awkwardly between Aisha and Beau. “Really, all I have to do is distract the guards long enough for Aisha and Clay to sneak past. Cougar'll be covering me. I'll be fine.”
“You said that before,” Beau growls. “You said, 'Beau, I'll be fine,' and then you died.”
“I'll...wait outside,” Aisha murmurs, walking stiffly towards the door. “Five minutes, Jensen.”
Jensen nods. As soon as she's out the door, he moves to stand in front of Beau. The taller man just scowls, a muscle twitching in his jaw. “I can't loose you again, Jake,” he murmurs, voice rough. “I won't survive that again.”
“First, I doubt that, you'd probably just write a song about it and win a bunch of awards,” Jensen smiles at him and when Beau just continues to scowl, he clears his throat. “Anway, we're the best. That's not just me being cocky, we really are. I mean, Pooch got shot in the legs that one time. And Aisha shot me in the shoulder.”
“She what?” Beau lunges for the door (to do what, he doesn't know, because he's pretty sure she could kill him with her bare hands) but Jensen stops him with hands on his chest.
“Beau,” he says, low and intent. Beau looks down into Jensen's eyes (God, those eyes that he could never forget) and sighs. “I'm coming back to you.”
“I love you,” Beau murmurs, because he can say it now. “I just can't-”
“You won't,” Jensen insists. He puts a hand on Beau's cheek and pulls him down to kiss him. Beau does his best not to treat it like a last kiss, keeps it gentle and slow, like a promise of more to come. It's intense and it's amazing and intimate and perfect.
This is, of course, when Chiles bursts into the room. “Beau?” she asks, looking like a puppy that's been punched in the face.
“Fuck,” Beau groans, quietly.
“I tried to stop her!” Aisha calls from the hallway.
“I don't believe you!” Jensen calls back.
“I don't care,” Aisha growls, coming back in to grab Jensen by the collar and drag him out. “We have to go.”
“I'll see you later!” Jensen gasps as he's pulled away.
“Oh, come on!” Beau shouts after them, still naked with only a pillow in front of him. “Don't leave me with her!”
Chiles sniffs.
Beau sighs.
Outside, as soon as Jensen slides into the front seat, Pooch looks over at him from the driver's side. “Dude,” he says. “You stink like gay sex.”
“Yeah, well,” Jensen sighs, tying his boots. “Aisha didn't let me shower.”
“Aisha is the Devil,” Pooch mutters.
“Aisha is right here,” she growls, kicking Pooch's seat. “Let's go.”
The plan goes off without a hitch. (Well, Jensen gets grazed by a stray bullet.) Clay and Aisha successfully intercept the package containing the detonator. Jensen disarms it and then they destroy the remains, all with enough time for Jensen to shower and show up at the venue in time for Beau's show. He gets intercepted at the front and dragged back stage. Beau's already on stage, and when he sees Jensen in the wings, the biggest smile breaks out across his face. Jensen grins back and motions for him to focus on the show.
He's so absorbed in watching Beau perform that he doesn't notice the blonde woman that sneaks up beside him and puts a hand on his shoulder. He looks down at the grinning woman and squawks. “You're. Um. Kelly. Hi.”
“Hi,” she drawls. “You must be Beau's friend Chiles was talking about earlier.”
Jensen flushes scarlet and looks back out onto the stage as he stammers, “Corpor- Uh, Jensen. Jake Jensen. Hello.”
She grins and turns her head to watch Beau. “He looks happier.”
“What?” Jensen mutters, watching Beau swing his hips as he plays. Jesus.
“When he sings this song, he usually sounds like he wants to play in traffic,” Kelly muses, rubbing her chin. “Odd.”
“I don't know what you're talking about,” Jensen whistles. The song ends and they start into another one. This one is faster and twangier and Beau grins like a maniac through the first verse. Kelly sings softly under her breath and smiles at Jensen.
“It gets hard out here,” Beau sings, pulling a ridiculous face as he strums his guitar. “I know it don't look it. I used to have heart but the Army took it.”
“What?” Kelly squeaks, choking a little.
“What what?” Jensen asks, dancing a little.
“Those are the words,” she murmurs, noticing the Army Special Forces tattoo peeking out from under the sleeve of his shirt. She hums softly, and smirks like she knows something. Jensen decides that she makes him nervous. Her smirk widens when, at the end of the second verse, he sings, “He says, 'Oh, sweet daddy, you're probably right.'”
“I've never called him that,” Jensen mutters, scowling.
“What?” Kelly asks.
“Nothing,” Jensen says quickly.
As the song begins to end, he notices Beau jerking his head like he wants Jensen to come out on stage. No! Jensen mouths, shaking his head empathetically. Aisha would kill him. He apparently doesn't have any control over his fate, though, because Kelly giggles and shoves him out onto the stage. He stumbles and trips but Beau catches him and grabs his face, kissing him long and deep. Jensen's hands flutter around uselessly for a second before they settle on Beau's shoulders. There's not point in stopping now, he figures. It's beyond helping. He'll just have to grin and bear it.
Beau releases him shortly and grins at him, pressing their foreheads together. “You're an idiot,” Jensen tells him.
“I know it,” Beau whispers. He kisses him once more and goes back to the microphone. Jensen slips off into the wings and is immediately set upon by Kelly. She grills him about their relationship for the remainder of Beau's set. Jensen is as a vague as he can be, but he likes Kelly. She's smart and she seems to be genuinely happy that Beau is happy.
“You treat him right, ok?” she murmurs, grabbing his face in her hands. “You hurt him again and I'll pull your dick off.”
Jensen has to stop associating with dangerous women. He's saved, fortunately, by Beau coming off stage and grabbing Jensen's arm.
“I need my boyfriend!” he calls back to Kelly.
“Beau, be gentle with me!” Jensen says, laughing and waving at Kelly. She grins and waves back before she's ushered off to do whatever country superstars do before they preform sold out shows.
“I told you I'd come back,” Jensen tells Beau once they're safe in Beau's dressing room and the muscian is licking his jaw.
“I'll never doubt you again,” Beau drawls, biting at his neck. “Now take off your pants.”
beau hutton/jake jensen
country strong/the losers crossover.
see this post this post on tumblr to explain the headcanon of the ship. this follows two short smutty ficlets Alicia left in my ask.
When Beau wakes up, there is a menacing looking black woman looming over the bed. Jensen is curled against his chest, snoring softly onto his collarbone. Beau blinks, thinking maybe he's hallucinating, but she shifts and raises a pierced eyebrow. “Holy shit!” Beau shouts, jumping and dislodging Jensen. The ex solider squawks and blots awake, looking alert and startled.
“Aisha, what the fuck?” he groans, groping around for his glasses. “We're naked!”
“I can see that,” she deadpans, throwing a wad of clothes at his face. “You're late and your phone is off.”
“Of course my phone is off,” he grumbles, sliding out of bed and pulling his underwear and pants on. “I haven't seen Beau in nine months, you friggin'...Ice Queen. You didn't pull Pooch away from Jolene and the baby last week, now did you?”
“Max wasn't moving a detonator for an atomic bomb last week,” Aisha spits out as Jensen pulls his shirt over his head. “But he is in two hours and you're the decoy, so we need you.”
“Decoy?” Beau echoes, scrambling out of bed. Jensen yelps and throws a pillow at him, which Beau promptly uses to cover his groin. “Hold on, now.”
“We don't have time to hold on,” Aisha snaps, ushering Jensen towards the door. “We are already behind schedul-”
“Wait!” Beau barks. He fixes them with the most intimidating glare he can manage while naked and holding a pillow in front of his crotch. “Just. Wait.”
“Beau, I'll be fine,” Jensen insists, hedging awkwardly between Aisha and Beau. “Really, all I have to do is distract the guards long enough for Aisha and Clay to sneak past. Cougar'll be covering me. I'll be fine.”
“You said that before,” Beau growls. “You said, 'Beau, I'll be fine,' and then you died.”
“I'll...wait outside,” Aisha murmurs, walking stiffly towards the door. “Five minutes, Jensen.”
Jensen nods. As soon as she's out the door, he moves to stand in front of Beau. The taller man just scowls, a muscle twitching in his jaw. “I can't loose you again, Jake,” he murmurs, voice rough. “I won't survive that again.”
“First, I doubt that, you'd probably just write a song about it and win a bunch of awards,” Jensen smiles at him and when Beau just continues to scowl, he clears his throat. “Anway, we're the best. That's not just me being cocky, we really are. I mean, Pooch got shot in the legs that one time. And Aisha shot me in the shoulder.”
“She what?” Beau lunges for the door (to do what, he doesn't know, because he's pretty sure she could kill him with her bare hands) but Jensen stops him with hands on his chest.
“Beau,” he says, low and intent. Beau looks down into Jensen's eyes (God, those eyes that he could never forget) and sighs. “I'm coming back to you.”
“I love you,” Beau murmurs, because he can say it now. “I just can't-”
“You won't,” Jensen insists. He puts a hand on Beau's cheek and pulls him down to kiss him. Beau does his best not to treat it like a last kiss, keeps it gentle and slow, like a promise of more to come. It's intense and it's amazing and intimate and perfect.
This is, of course, when Chiles bursts into the room. “Beau?” she asks, looking like a puppy that's been punched in the face.
“Fuck,” Beau groans, quietly.
“I tried to stop her!” Aisha calls from the hallway.
“I don't believe you!” Jensen calls back.
“I don't care,” Aisha growls, coming back in to grab Jensen by the collar and drag him out. “We have to go.”
“I'll see you later!” Jensen gasps as he's pulled away.
“Oh, come on!” Beau shouts after them, still naked with only a pillow in front of him. “Don't leave me with her!”
Chiles sniffs.
Beau sighs.
Outside, as soon as Jensen slides into the front seat, Pooch looks over at him from the driver's side. “Dude,” he says. “You stink like gay sex.”
“Yeah, well,” Jensen sighs, tying his boots. “Aisha didn't let me shower.”
“Aisha is the Devil,” Pooch mutters.
“Aisha is right here,” she growls, kicking Pooch's seat. “Let's go.”
The plan goes off without a hitch. (Well, Jensen gets grazed by a stray bullet.) Clay and Aisha successfully intercept the package containing the detonator. Jensen disarms it and then they destroy the remains, all with enough time for Jensen to shower and show up at the venue in time for Beau's show. He gets intercepted at the front and dragged back stage. Beau's already on stage, and when he sees Jensen in the wings, the biggest smile breaks out across his face. Jensen grins back and motions for him to focus on the show.
He's so absorbed in watching Beau perform that he doesn't notice the blonde woman that sneaks up beside him and puts a hand on his shoulder. He looks down at the grinning woman and squawks. “You're. Um. Kelly. Hi.”
“Hi,” she drawls. “You must be Beau's friend Chiles was talking about earlier.”
Jensen flushes scarlet and looks back out onto the stage as he stammers, “Corpor- Uh, Jensen. Jake Jensen. Hello.”
She grins and turns her head to watch Beau. “He looks happier.”
“What?” Jensen mutters, watching Beau swing his hips as he plays. Jesus.
“When he sings this song, he usually sounds like he wants to play in traffic,” Kelly muses, rubbing her chin. “Odd.”
“I don't know what you're talking about,” Jensen whistles. The song ends and they start into another one. This one is faster and twangier and Beau grins like a maniac through the first verse. Kelly sings softly under her breath and smiles at Jensen.
“It gets hard out here,” Beau sings, pulling a ridiculous face as he strums his guitar. “I know it don't look it. I used to have heart but the Army took it.”
“What?” Kelly squeaks, choking a little.
“What what?” Jensen asks, dancing a little.
“Those are the words,” she murmurs, noticing the Army Special Forces tattoo peeking out from under the sleeve of his shirt. She hums softly, and smirks like she knows something. Jensen decides that she makes him nervous. Her smirk widens when, at the end of the second verse, he sings, “He says, 'Oh, sweet daddy, you're probably right.'”
“I've never called him that,” Jensen mutters, scowling.
“What?” Kelly asks.
“Nothing,” Jensen says quickly.
As the song begins to end, he notices Beau jerking his head like he wants Jensen to come out on stage. No! Jensen mouths, shaking his head empathetically. Aisha would kill him. He apparently doesn't have any control over his fate, though, because Kelly giggles and shoves him out onto the stage. He stumbles and trips but Beau catches him and grabs his face, kissing him long and deep. Jensen's hands flutter around uselessly for a second before they settle on Beau's shoulders. There's not point in stopping now, he figures. It's beyond helping. He'll just have to grin and bear it.
Beau releases him shortly and grins at him, pressing their foreheads together. “You're an idiot,” Jensen tells him.
“I know it,” Beau whispers. He kisses him once more and goes back to the microphone. Jensen slips off into the wings and is immediately set upon by Kelly. She grills him about their relationship for the remainder of Beau's set. Jensen is as a vague as he can be, but he likes Kelly. She's smart and she seems to be genuinely happy that Beau is happy.
“You treat him right, ok?” she murmurs, grabbing his face in her hands. “You hurt him again and I'll pull your dick off.”
Jensen has to stop associating with dangerous women. He's saved, fortunately, by Beau coming off stage and grabbing Jensen's arm.
“I need my boyfriend!” he calls back to Kelly.
“Beau, be gentle with me!” Jensen says, laughing and waving at Kelly. She grins and waves back before she's ushered off to do whatever country superstars do before they preform sold out shows.
“I told you I'd come back,” Jensen tells Beau once they're safe in Beau's dressing room and the muscian is licking his jaw.
“I'll never doubt you again,” Beau drawls, biting at his neck. “Now take off your pants.”