Kink Bingo - Shaving
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setos_puppyTitle: Sharp Steel
Fandom: The Losers
Pairing/Characters: Jensen/Cougar
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 565
Warning: N/A
Summary: Jensen is wound tight
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Vertigo et al
Notes: Part of my endeavor into![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo for my Shaving square.
Dedication: Dedicated toemocezi
If there was one thing Jensen hated to do, it was give up control. It may have seemed strange especially to those who thought they knew him, that he was a control freak. To them he was the kind of person who threw around dirty clothes, liked to walk around the house in little to no clothing at all, and spoke in fictional languages. But Jensen was all about control. People tended to think that hackers were all about being laid back and cool, when really hacking was serious, strict, rigid business. You had to be on the ball at all times or you dropped it and things exploded, or kids died, or a nuclear warhead suddenly launched itself into the moon.
In short, it was never a good thing to not be in control.
Jensen learned very quickly how important control was. In ever aspect of his life.
He was an Army man. The structure and rules and discipline, though he tended to throw them out the window, were important to him. He didn't much like following them, true, he did love barking orders at new recruits. Making them do push ups in the mud during the rainiest, coldest days in Virginia. He loved to get up in their faces and make them squirm.
He loved to be in control.
There was one person in all of Jensen's life who had the ability to make Jensen give up control. And it had taken three years, several screaming sessions, a knife fight, seven fist fights, a bar brawl, and close quarters in Bolivia to finally make it happen. Jensen finally broke and let Cougar take control whenever he was wound extra tight.
It wasn't anything really kinky. It certainly didn't devolve into getting his bum paddled or eating soup out of a dog bowl. That wasn't really Jensen's scene. Not that he was judging anyone who was into that, he just wasn't all that interested, thanks. In fact, Jensen wasn't overly interested in the sweaty, naked, grinding bits much at all.
Except when he was.
Maybe once a month.
Instead he liked it when Cougar steered him, half-asleep, around their apartment, ordered him to shower and bed. Simple, tiny things that seemed so domestic that it made Jensen's heart fuzzy. Sometimes it came down to orders about doing the dishes or washing the floors, but it wasn't anything major.
But the biggest time Jensen gave up all control was the bi-weekly ritual he and Cougar had every second Thursday after Jeopardy. When the time came Cougar would steer Jensen into the bathroom and sit him on the toilet. Jensen's glasses would come off and Cougar would lightly dampen Jensen's face with a hot towel.
Jensen would slowly wilt and relax before his eyes would flutter closed.
Cougar would whip up a frothy cream and lather it lightly over Jensen's cheeks, chin and upper lip and carefully edge a straight razor around Jensen's face. It was a show of trust. It was about giving up his control and quite literally baring his throat to Cougar's skilled and deadly hands. Cougar would work, humming quietly until he was pleased with the results and then he would wash away the foamy lather and put his kit away to wait for another two weeks.
And if it sometimes ended in hot, sweaty, naked grinding, well...
Neither of them complained.
Fandom: The Losers
Pairing/Characters: Jensen/Cougar
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 565
Warning: N/A
Summary: Jensen is wound tight
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Vertigo et al
Notes: Part of my endeavor into
kink_bingo for my Shaving square.Dedication: Dedicated to
emoceziIf there was one thing Jensen hated to do, it was give up control. It may have seemed strange especially to those who thought they knew him, that he was a control freak. To them he was the kind of person who threw around dirty clothes, liked to walk around the house in little to no clothing at all, and spoke in fictional languages. But Jensen was all about control. People tended to think that hackers were all about being laid back and cool, when really hacking was serious, strict, rigid business. You had to be on the ball at all times or you dropped it and things exploded, or kids died, or a nuclear warhead suddenly launched itself into the moon.
In short, it was never a good thing to not be in control.
Jensen learned very quickly how important control was. In ever aspect of his life.
He was an Army man. The structure and rules and discipline, though he tended to throw them out the window, were important to him. He didn't much like following them, true, he did love barking orders at new recruits. Making them do push ups in the mud during the rainiest, coldest days in Virginia. He loved to get up in their faces and make them squirm.
He loved to be in control.
There was one person in all of Jensen's life who had the ability to make Jensen give up control. And it had taken three years, several screaming sessions, a knife fight, seven fist fights, a bar brawl, and close quarters in Bolivia to finally make it happen. Jensen finally broke and let Cougar take control whenever he was wound extra tight.
It wasn't anything really kinky. It certainly didn't devolve into getting his bum paddled or eating soup out of a dog bowl. That wasn't really Jensen's scene. Not that he was judging anyone who was into that, he just wasn't all that interested, thanks. In fact, Jensen wasn't overly interested in the sweaty, naked, grinding bits much at all.
Except when he was.
Maybe once a month.
Instead he liked it when Cougar steered him, half-asleep, around their apartment, ordered him to shower and bed. Simple, tiny things that seemed so domestic that it made Jensen's heart fuzzy. Sometimes it came down to orders about doing the dishes or washing the floors, but it wasn't anything major.
But the biggest time Jensen gave up all control was the bi-weekly ritual he and Cougar had every second Thursday after Jeopardy. When the time came Cougar would steer Jensen into the bathroom and sit him on the toilet. Jensen's glasses would come off and Cougar would lightly dampen Jensen's face with a hot towel.
Jensen would slowly wilt and relax before his eyes would flutter closed.
Cougar would whip up a frothy cream and lather it lightly over Jensen's cheeks, chin and upper lip and carefully edge a straight razor around Jensen's face. It was a show of trust. It was about giving up his control and quite literally baring his throat to Cougar's skilled and deadly hands. Cougar would work, humming quietly until he was pleased with the results and then he would wash away the foamy lather and put his kit away to wait for another two weeks.
And if it sometimes ended in hot, sweaty, naked grinding, well...
Neither of them complained.
