Kink Bingo - Medical Kink
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setos_puppyTitle: Lack of Chicken Soup
Fandom: The Losers
Pairing/Characters: Cougar/Jensen
Rating: Teen
Warning: Hurt/Comfort, schmoop, caregiving
Summary: Jensen gets hurt, Cougar takes care of him.
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Warner Bros et al.
Notes: Part of my endeavor into![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo for my Medical Kink prompt. This is entirely emocezi's fault.
Word Count: 1469
They had been extracting a supportive Kuwaiti national from Al-Jahara before they were going to board a jet to Italy and then a second the Netherlands and take their charge to The Hauge to hand off for safe keeping. They had been running from the warehouse where the girl was being held captive when Jensen went down as the shots rang out. He had been hauled up fast by Pooch and though blinded by pain, adrenaline pumped fast through his veins and he kept running. Jensen passed the wound off as superficial and just demanded a white towel as he laid back in the jet and pressed the white linen to his leg.
“Are you alright?”
Jensen looked over at Aisha, who was strapped in next to Amal - their charge - and nodded. “Yeah. It’s nothing.”
“Are you --”
Jensen cut off her questions with a glare as he pushed himself back towards the seats and hauled himself up with one hand, the other firmly holding his towels, and then buckled in. “I’ll be fine when we land and I can get some Margherita pizza into me.”
She gave a small smile before turning to Amal and beginning to converse with her politely in Arabic. With her face turned and everyone else sufficiently distracted, Jensen gritted his teeth and let his face wash over in pain before he masked it and banged his head back against the flight seat.
Fuck.
~*~
It was late when they landed in Italy and their extraction flight wasn’t for another five hours, giving them time to rest, shower and eat.
“You’re not putting any weight on your leg.”
“It’s fine, Cougs. It was just a -- hey!”
Jensen flailed as he was pushed onto the polished bed and his pants were unbelted and unbuckled by well practiced hands before Cougar gave a firm tug on the blood caked material and it ripped free from Jensen’s flesh. Jensen let his head fall back against the bed and he clenched his teeth tightly together before giving a few quick, short huffs of pain.
“There’s three wounds in your leg.”
“Thanks Cougar, I couldn’t count when they searingly ripped into my flesh,” Jensen muttered sarcastically.
Cougar frowned at Jensen and fixed him with a stern glare before cursing him softly in Spanish and shook his head. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Gee, maybe it could have something to do with the fact you all think I’m unworthy of being in the field or maybe it’s because I didn’t want to scare the charge.”
Cougar frowned at him deeper. “You’re worthy of being in the field.”
Jensen rolled his eyes and sat up before crying out shortly in pain as it tore through his leg and he felt a new, hot gush of blood run over before puddling into the hotel’s comforter. Cougar pushed Jensen down before helping him onto his side and pulling over the desk lamp to examine his leg. He prodded the wound and just barely dodged the kick of pain before clicking his tongue.
“The bullets are still in.”
“Thank you Captain Obvious, now, do you mind getting them out?”
Cougar rose from his knees and crossed into the bathroom, where Jensen heard the water run and then Cougar left the bathroom and hauled up his pack and pulled open a pouch. He withdrew a bunch of medical supplies before moving to the minibar and pulling out a few bottles of tequila. He tossed one of the small bottles to Jensen who twisted it open and down it in a few long, large swallows and let his head fall to the bed, watching Cougar in the mirror as the alcohol burned through him.
Cougar snipped his boxers up, freeing the wound on his upper thigh from material before he pulled out a candle and lighter and set them down. Cougar lit the candle before pouring some of the tequila over the tweezers and then setting them alight before the alcohol sizzled off and the flame died. Jensen took in a deep breath before he clenched his jaw as Cougar spread the bullet wound open wider and then plunged the still hot tweezers in.
Jensen opened his mouth in a silent scream as his toes curled in pain and his whole body vibrated and he grabbed the pillow over his head before turning and burying his face in it. He pulled back after a moment, huffing in air as he tried to take the edge off the pain. He managed a garbled request to Cougar and took the second small bottle of tequila and downed it just as Cougar pulled the second bullet free.
Unable to stop himself from screaming as the last bullet, the elusive fucker, was searched for and then finally pull free, Jensen bit into the pillow and let loose before shuddering as the tweezers were finally pulled out of his leg. He jolted once as the remaining tequila was poured over his wounds, burning slow and hot as it seeped inside. After a long moment, there was gentle pressure of a fresh, hot towel cleaning the blood and then a dried one to rid his leg of any excess water, alcohol or blood. Jensen made a quiet, muted noise as Cougar stitched the wounds closed and then placed a few clean gauze over them.
As Cougar rose from his perch by the end of the bed and made his way to the bathroom to wash up, Jensen slowly rolled onto his back and pushed himself back against the headboard. He examined the large bloodstain on the bed and knew that the hotel was going to hate them, that and Clay was going to be pissed they opened the minibar. Whatever, fuck Clay.
Jensen pulled his glasses off and cleaned them while waiting for Cougar to come back out of the bathroom. As he righted them on his nose Cougar strode out and returned his supplies to the pack before rooting in deeper and pulling out a large orange and yellow sucker and holding it out wordlessly for Jensen. Jensen’s eyes lit up and he took the candy, unwrapping it and sucking it in to his mouth before letting his head fall against the headboard.
As Cougar settled in next to him, Jensen turned his head and studied his brim shadowed face and pulled the sucker free. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to worry.”
Cougar turned his head and studied Jensen as he sucked the lollipop back into his mouth. “I worry anyway. I’ll always take care of you.”
Jensen scoffed around his candy and gave Cougar a side long glance with a muttered ‘yeah right’.
Cougar let his fingers brush along the hem of the bandage on Jensen’s leg. “I like taking care of you. Making you feel better - safe.”
Jensen studied Cougar’s face for a long moment before pulling the sucker free. “Well, you’re the best doctor I’ve ever had. Especially when you give me thorough examinations,” Jensen elaborated, waggling his eyebrows and grinning at the eye roll it earned him.
Silence settled over them as Jensen crunched the hard candy off the stick and Cougar pulled his hat down low as he dozed softly.
“Hey, Cougs, my leg still hurts.”
Cougar lifted his head and peered at Jensen, who was slowly trying to ease into a laying position. He helped Jensen slide down and tucked him in before slipping under the covers beside him.
“Just go to sleep,” Cougar prodded softly.
Jensen hissed as he shifted to get closer to Cougar. “Can I have another sucker?”
“I don’t have any more.”
“Oh.”
There was silence and Cougar settled his hat over his face and let his eyes drift shut. Every so often there would be a slight shift beside him as Jensen shifted and then it would be followed by a hushed hiss or quiet whimper of pain. Jensen never had dealt with pain well. Another whine filtered into the air and Cougar lifted the brim of his hat with his index finger to look at Jensen who had ended up sitting back up, trying to relieve pressure on his leg.
Cougar stretched up, lifting his hat from his head and lightly depositing it on Jensen’s, smirking a little as it drooped low on his forehead. Satisfied he had deterred Jensen’s pain, Cougar curled up on his side and let his eyes drift shut once again. He let them open when Jensen kissed him, hat drooped dangerously over his eyes and Cougar pushed it up with a gentle nudge.
Jensen curled onto his side, not making any noise despite laying on his sore side and fell asleep. Cougar studied the blond a long moment before falling asleep with a smile on his face.
Fandom: The Losers
Pairing/Characters: Cougar/Jensen
Rating: Teen
Warning: Hurt/Comfort, schmoop, caregiving
Summary: Jensen gets hurt, Cougar takes care of him.
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Warner Bros et al.
Notes: Part of my endeavor into
kink_bingo for my Medical Kink prompt. This is entirely emocezi's fault.Word Count: 1469
They had been extracting a supportive Kuwaiti national from Al-Jahara before they were going to board a jet to Italy and then a second the Netherlands and take their charge to The Hauge to hand off for safe keeping. They had been running from the warehouse where the girl was being held captive when Jensen went down as the shots rang out. He had been hauled up fast by Pooch and though blinded by pain, adrenaline pumped fast through his veins and he kept running. Jensen passed the wound off as superficial and just demanded a white towel as he laid back in the jet and pressed the white linen to his leg.
“Are you alright?”
Jensen looked over at Aisha, who was strapped in next to Amal - their charge - and nodded. “Yeah. It’s nothing.”
“Are you --”
Jensen cut off her questions with a glare as he pushed himself back towards the seats and hauled himself up with one hand, the other firmly holding his towels, and then buckled in. “I’ll be fine when we land and I can get some Margherita pizza into me.”
She gave a small smile before turning to Amal and beginning to converse with her politely in Arabic. With her face turned and everyone else sufficiently distracted, Jensen gritted his teeth and let his face wash over in pain before he masked it and banged his head back against the flight seat.
Fuck.
~*~
It was late when they landed in Italy and their extraction flight wasn’t for another five hours, giving them time to rest, shower and eat.
“You’re not putting any weight on your leg.”
“It’s fine, Cougs. It was just a -- hey!”
Jensen flailed as he was pushed onto the polished bed and his pants were unbelted and unbuckled by well practiced hands before Cougar gave a firm tug on the blood caked material and it ripped free from Jensen’s flesh. Jensen let his head fall back against the bed and he clenched his teeth tightly together before giving a few quick, short huffs of pain.
“There’s three wounds in your leg.”
“Thanks Cougar, I couldn’t count when they searingly ripped into my flesh,” Jensen muttered sarcastically.
Cougar frowned at Jensen and fixed him with a stern glare before cursing him softly in Spanish and shook his head. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Gee, maybe it could have something to do with the fact you all think I’m unworthy of being in the field or maybe it’s because I didn’t want to scare the charge.”
Cougar frowned at him deeper. “You’re worthy of being in the field.”
Jensen rolled his eyes and sat up before crying out shortly in pain as it tore through his leg and he felt a new, hot gush of blood run over before puddling into the hotel’s comforter. Cougar pushed Jensen down before helping him onto his side and pulling over the desk lamp to examine his leg. He prodded the wound and just barely dodged the kick of pain before clicking his tongue.
“The bullets are still in.”
“Thank you Captain Obvious, now, do you mind getting them out?”
Cougar rose from his knees and crossed into the bathroom, where Jensen heard the water run and then Cougar left the bathroom and hauled up his pack and pulled open a pouch. He withdrew a bunch of medical supplies before moving to the minibar and pulling out a few bottles of tequila. He tossed one of the small bottles to Jensen who twisted it open and down it in a few long, large swallows and let his head fall to the bed, watching Cougar in the mirror as the alcohol burned through him.
Cougar snipped his boxers up, freeing the wound on his upper thigh from material before he pulled out a candle and lighter and set them down. Cougar lit the candle before pouring some of the tequila over the tweezers and then setting them alight before the alcohol sizzled off and the flame died. Jensen took in a deep breath before he clenched his jaw as Cougar spread the bullet wound open wider and then plunged the still hot tweezers in.
Jensen opened his mouth in a silent scream as his toes curled in pain and his whole body vibrated and he grabbed the pillow over his head before turning and burying his face in it. He pulled back after a moment, huffing in air as he tried to take the edge off the pain. He managed a garbled request to Cougar and took the second small bottle of tequila and downed it just as Cougar pulled the second bullet free.
Unable to stop himself from screaming as the last bullet, the elusive fucker, was searched for and then finally pull free, Jensen bit into the pillow and let loose before shuddering as the tweezers were finally pulled out of his leg. He jolted once as the remaining tequila was poured over his wounds, burning slow and hot as it seeped inside. After a long moment, there was gentle pressure of a fresh, hot towel cleaning the blood and then a dried one to rid his leg of any excess water, alcohol or blood. Jensen made a quiet, muted noise as Cougar stitched the wounds closed and then placed a few clean gauze over them.
As Cougar rose from his perch by the end of the bed and made his way to the bathroom to wash up, Jensen slowly rolled onto his back and pushed himself back against the headboard. He examined the large bloodstain on the bed and knew that the hotel was going to hate them, that and Clay was going to be pissed they opened the minibar. Whatever, fuck Clay.
Jensen pulled his glasses off and cleaned them while waiting for Cougar to come back out of the bathroom. As he righted them on his nose Cougar strode out and returned his supplies to the pack before rooting in deeper and pulling out a large orange and yellow sucker and holding it out wordlessly for Jensen. Jensen’s eyes lit up and he took the candy, unwrapping it and sucking it in to his mouth before letting his head fall against the headboard.
As Cougar settled in next to him, Jensen turned his head and studied his brim shadowed face and pulled the sucker free. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to worry.”
Cougar turned his head and studied Jensen as he sucked the lollipop back into his mouth. “I worry anyway. I’ll always take care of you.”
Jensen scoffed around his candy and gave Cougar a side long glance with a muttered ‘yeah right’.
Cougar let his fingers brush along the hem of the bandage on Jensen’s leg. “I like taking care of you. Making you feel better - safe.”
Jensen studied Cougar’s face for a long moment before pulling the sucker free. “Well, you’re the best doctor I’ve ever had. Especially when you give me thorough examinations,” Jensen elaborated, waggling his eyebrows and grinning at the eye roll it earned him.
Silence settled over them as Jensen crunched the hard candy off the stick and Cougar pulled his hat down low as he dozed softly.
“Hey, Cougs, my leg still hurts.”
Cougar lifted his head and peered at Jensen, who was slowly trying to ease into a laying position. He helped Jensen slide down and tucked him in before slipping under the covers beside him.
“Just go to sleep,” Cougar prodded softly.
Jensen hissed as he shifted to get closer to Cougar. “Can I have another sucker?”
“I don’t have any more.”
“Oh.”
There was silence and Cougar settled his hat over his face and let his eyes drift shut. Every so often there would be a slight shift beside him as Jensen shifted and then it would be followed by a hushed hiss or quiet whimper of pain. Jensen never had dealt with pain well. Another whine filtered into the air and Cougar lifted the brim of his hat with his index finger to look at Jensen who had ended up sitting back up, trying to relieve pressure on his leg.
Cougar stretched up, lifting his hat from his head and lightly depositing it on Jensen’s, smirking a little as it drooped low on his forehead. Satisfied he had deterred Jensen’s pain, Cougar curled up on his side and let his eyes drift shut once again. He let them open when Jensen kissed him, hat drooped dangerously over his eyes and Cougar pushed it up with a gentle nudge.
Jensen curled onto his side, not making any noise despite laying on his sore side and fell asleep. Cougar studied the blond a long moment before falling asleep with a smile on his face.
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Date: 2010-08-04 09:28 am (UTC)Very cute. I love how sweet you have them with each other.
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Date: 2010-12-14 11:51 pm (UTC)That said, awesome story ;-p loved it!