Am I Alone in Your Heart, Have I Hope with Your Heart...
Who: Cougar and Jensen
When: Late Evening
Where: Cougar's room
What: Jensen’s playing with his computer and Cougar is attempting to read a book, but somethings on his mind...
(Note: Continued from here.)
Chuckling, Jensen replied, “Get changed in the bathroom more often for one.”
The hidden smirk returned. “I got a whole list of things I wanna do to you. But in this case?” The hacker sat back and ran his fingertips across Cougar’s abdomen as he pretended to consider. “I’d undress you. Slowly. I’d get you all,” the smirk peeked through as his eyes flicked down and then back up Cougar’s body, “hot and bothered first. Tell you what I’m going to do to you. Where I’m gonna touch you.” As he spoke, voice low and intimate, his fingers followed those lines and curves again, trailing the cuts of muscles, tracing the shape of scars, and caressing those places he knew were most sensitive. “And kiss you. What I’m gonna let you do to me. How I’m gonna make my quiet Carlos get reaaal talkative.”
Jensen had no idea what he was doing. He’d never actually talked dirty to a person before, only his computers. He wasn’t sure if he was doing it right. Or even well. And while, on the outside he seemed all cool and in control, on the inside his heart was racing nervously. “Then when you can’t wait any longer I’ll undress you. I’ll unbutton your shirt first. One. Button. At. A. Time. I’ll push your shirt off. Slowly still, so you can feel the slid of it across your skin. Your belt would be next. Then-“ His commentary cut short when Cougar’s hand slid up his leg. He caught it by the wrist and pressed it into the mattress in a silent order for him to leave it there. “Nope. No touching. I won’t touch you and you won’t touch me. Not until I’m done.”
Jensen shifted his hips not at all innocently and said, “Off come your pants. Slowly again, ‘cause I wanna watch you like you watched me and it’s too nice of a job to rush. The same with your boxers. Just that slow drag of cloth against skin, my hands won’t ever touch you.” He hoped he was doing this right, because he was getting turned on by it and the point of this was to get Cougar hot and bothered, not himself. “I’ll leave your hat for last. It’ll stay on when I finally touch you.” His thumb brushed over a nipple. “I’ll lick you here, because you like it. Let my fingers touch here.” He dragged a finger across the skin above Cougar’s pant line and then another up his stomach to his chest. “Kiss up here...”
And just like that, just as it was getting good, Jensen pulled his hands away grinned in classic Jensen cheeky humor. “Or I’d just do what I just did and watch you squirm.”
When: Late Evening
Where: Cougar's room
What: Jensen’s playing with his computer and Cougar is attempting to read a book, but somethings on his mind...
(Note: Continued from here.)
Chuckling, Jensen replied, “Get changed in the bathroom more often for one.”
The hidden smirk returned. “I got a whole list of things I wanna do to you. But in this case?” The hacker sat back and ran his fingertips across Cougar’s abdomen as he pretended to consider. “I’d undress you. Slowly. I’d get you all,” the smirk peeked through as his eyes flicked down and then back up Cougar’s body, “hot and bothered first. Tell you what I’m going to do to you. Where I’m gonna touch you.” As he spoke, voice low and intimate, his fingers followed those lines and curves again, trailing the cuts of muscles, tracing the shape of scars, and caressing those places he knew were most sensitive. “And kiss you. What I’m gonna let you do to me. How I’m gonna make my quiet Carlos get reaaal talkative.”
Jensen had no idea what he was doing. He’d never actually talked dirty to a person before, only his computers. He wasn’t sure if he was doing it right. Or even well. And while, on the outside he seemed all cool and in control, on the inside his heart was racing nervously. “Then when you can’t wait any longer I’ll undress you. I’ll unbutton your shirt first. One. Button. At. A. Time. I’ll push your shirt off. Slowly still, so you can feel the slid of it across your skin. Your belt would be next. Then-“ His commentary cut short when Cougar’s hand slid up his leg. He caught it by the wrist and pressed it into the mattress in a silent order for him to leave it there. “Nope. No touching. I won’t touch you and you won’t touch me. Not until I’m done.”
Jensen shifted his hips not at all innocently and said, “Off come your pants. Slowly again, ‘cause I wanna watch you like you watched me and it’s too nice of a job to rush. The same with your boxers. Just that slow drag of cloth against skin, my hands won’t ever touch you.” He hoped he was doing this right, because he was getting turned on by it and the point of this was to get Cougar hot and bothered, not himself. “I’ll leave your hat for last. It’ll stay on when I finally touch you.” His thumb brushed over a nipple. “I’ll lick you here, because you like it. Let my fingers touch here.” He dragged a finger across the skin above Cougar’s pant line and then another up his stomach to his chest. “Kiss up here...”
And just like that, just as it was getting good, Jensen pulled his hands away grinned in classic Jensen cheeky humor. “Or I’d just do what I just did and watch you squirm.”