A shadow drops over him, too dark to be a cloud moving across the sun, and he cracks an eye open to find Cougar above him--not standing and staring down but a whole lot closer, like, about to straddle him and make him embarrass himself close.

Cougar is doing perfectly well ignoring his feelings for Jensen until Jensen makes himself hard to ignore. A commentfic for a prompt about dog tags and a boy in a skirt.

Under orders not to use his right hand until it heals, Jensen is quickly frustrated by the inconvenience of functioning with only one thumb. It's a good thing Cougar is there to help him out with little things, and big things too.

Jensen had gotten practice at this sort of thing in his last unit.

There were many things Cougar would have liked to unsee, but the world didn't work like that.

"This is a dream assignment, and I am not going to fuck it up just because my teammates aren't secure enough in their masculinity," he said to Pooch. "You ever nibble on my earlobe again, they will find your body in eight places," Pooch said, but Pooch didn't share Jensen's commitment to self-improvement.

“Okay, no,” Pooch says, holding up his hands, “there is no way I’m gambling for money against you and Cougar.” Jensen frowns, leaning across the table to make wide, concerned eyes at Pooch. “Is it because we’re just that fucking good?” he asks. “No.” Pooch knocks the edge of the pack once, twice against the table. “It’s because I’m pretty sure you can read each other’s damn minds.”