A/N: HELLO EVERYBODY!

So here ya go, yet another strange idea that was inspired by my awesome idiot of a friend Makia. Yes, the same Makia that inspired the Jensen's ass pus. Fear not though! This one is much less disgusting and much more squee-ful! (Don't know what "squee-ful" means? Just wait…you will!)

Makia had this idea and decided to let me collaborate on it. We have the second chapter in the works but we're going to make you beg for it. And she will... as promised... make the greatly anticipated "lemonade" in the next chapter... or two.

She hasn't decided how mean she's going to be to (me) you yet. So anywhere here it is...

Enjoy!

In Which Cougar Reveals the Long, Silky Tresses Under His Hat OR "The Hair"

Jensen lounged in his chair, watching the silent Spanish man as he sat reading in the corner. He was trying to think of a question to ask. Jensen hated to have silence in the room; it made him nervous. Talk was soothing. Unfortunately, being silent was as natural as breathing to Cougar. The other man's face was completely hidden in the shadow of the well-worn cowboy hat that he wore. Finally, Jensen's eyes lit up. "Cougar can I ask you a question?"

Cougar looked up and waited, his gaze calm as he held his place in the book.

Jensen hesitated for a split second then continued. "Why do you wear that hat all the time? I know you like it, but it has to be more than that. I mean, for Chrissake man, you go to take a shower and it's on; you come back out and it's still on."

Cougar just looked at him, his eyes showing his amusement but he did not reply.

"Come on, you know I'm gonna keep asking!" Jensen pestered. "After all, since we met, I've asked you how many times?"

"Twenty-five."

"So, are you gonna ever tell me?"

"No."

"Why not? Is it a state secret? Do you have a microchip in your head? Is it so the Agency can't track you on satellite?" he asked in exasperation.

"No."

"Then why won't you tell me?"

"Because I will show you."

Cougar slipped the hat from his head. Jensen gasped at the hair that fell like a shining black waterfall down the center of the sniper's back. "Oh my God! You had all that under there?"

"Si."

"How in the hell have you managed to keep it so long all this time? The CIA still has regulations, doesn't it?"

Cougar shrugged. His cheeks had acquired a faint blush. "Clay does not care."

Jensen stared at him in amazement. "Well if he doesn't care, then why don't you wear it down? Or in a ponytail? Damn Cougar, it's… well… it's gorgeous, man!" The tech's blue eyes were wide with admiration. "Here I am worrying about getting a receding hairline and you-"

"It gets caught in my guns."

"Oh." Jensen was quiet a moment. He supposed he could understand that. Suddenly he had a marvelous, very dangerous, and very sexy idea. He reached out to card his fingers through the lock that had spilled over the smaller man's shoulder and softly asked, "Can I brush it?"

Cougar froze. In all of his twenty-eight years, nobody else had ever touched his hair except for his mother and elder sister, both of whom were now dead. Once he had been assigned to Clay's team, he had begun growing it out and it had never been cut since. Not even the few women he d been with had been allowed to lay hands on it, although most of them wanted to. To Cougar, even sex was less intimate than having someone touch his hair. Hence, the Hat.

There was a long pause, and then the sniper nodded. "Yes."

Jensen grinned. "Awesome! Wait a sec-" he rummaged through his duffle bag and came up with an electric purple hairbrush. The sight of it helped; it was so Jensen in its ugliness.

But the hacker wasn't finished. He kept digging in the bag and came out with a small bottle of oil, some shampoo and conditioner, a wide-toothed comb and a pack of hair ties.

Cougar raised an eyebrow, "Jake, why do you have these things?"

Jensen looked up and smiled. Cougar was the only one besides his sister who called him by his first name. "They were Jackie's. The last time we were on leave we went to the beach and she forgot to get them out of my bag. I like carrying them around. It reminds me of home." He smiled brightly at the sniper. "Can I give you the full treatment?" he asked, his eyes shining with excitement.

Cougar stared at the happy hacker in apprehension, "What is the full treatment?" he asked warily.

Jensen motioned to the bathroom nearby. Their room was the "master bedroom", the largest in the squalid apartment Clay had rented, because Jensen's computer equipment needed space. "I'll wash it, dry it, massage jojoba oil in it and then when it's dry, I'll brush it." He grinned. "Plus if you really want, I can give you a facial and a shave. Except for the shaving part, I do it for my sister all the time. She says I have miracle hands."

Cougar wasn't sure that he liked the glee that was plastered over Jensen's face, but at the same time, the tech's soft warm smile was making his stomach quiver, so he nodded, not trusting his voice.

"Sweet!" Jensen dragged his hallowed office chair in front of the bathroom sink and adjusted the taps to get the warm water flowing. He waved the sniper forward, and Cougar seated himself carefully in the chair. "You are letting me sit in your chair?" he asked in amazement. Normally, no one but Jensen EVER sat in the Sacred Hacking Chair.

"You're different," Jensen gave Cougar a teasing grin as he wet two hand towels in scalding hot water from the tub faucet. "Seriously, you're the only exception."

Cougar got up and gently put his beloved leather hat on Jensen's head before settling back into the chair. Jensen stared up at the brim through his glasses in awe. "Damn, Cougs!" he gasped as his brain tried to wrap itself around the thought of wearing The Hat. He was desperately trying not to get wood from just this simple gesture of good faith. He offered Cougar a soft, hesitant smile before he wrung out the soaked towels, his hands turning red from the water temperature. Slowly, Jensen wrapped the towels around the bottom of Cougar's face. "Well, let's get started!" he chirped as he blinked back a few humiliating but very happy tears.

Jensen wasn't an idiot, despite what the rest of the team thought at times. He knew when Cougar was teasing him or at least he thought he knew. And he was pretty sure now that his complete and utter crush on the handsome Spaniard was returned, but it was the gift of wearing the hat that had him fully convinced.

He smiled down at the sniper and began to wet the other man's hair, taking his time before frowning and moving to the tub to dismantle the shower head and attach it to the sink. For once in his life, he didn't feel the need to talk; with the warm heavy locks of Cougar's hair sliding slowly through his fingers, he was too distracted. "Tell me if it s too hot and when the towels on your face cool, okay?" His voice was husky and calm in the steamy, warm atmosphere of the room.

Cougar looked up at Jensen through dark curling lashes and hummed assent, his body tingling with each gentle tug on his hair, each slide of fingers across his forehead and each gentle scratch of the young hacker's nails on his scalp. The warm, wet heat of the room was almost making him drowsy, but he was too enthralled with the look of intense concentration and flashes of unknown emotion that crossed the hacker's face to consider closing his eyes.

All the rest of the team, except for Jensen himself, knew of his love for the young tech. Jensen, of course, was completely clueless. Having the man take care of him in such an intimate way was making it difficult for Cougar to resist throwing Jensen down and completely having his way with him. When Jensen stuck his tongue out between his lips as he tried to gently untangle a knot in Cougar's hair, the sniper's eyes widened. 'Madre de Dios,' he thought, 'this man will be the death of me!'

Jensen was too taken with playing with Cougar's hair to notice the warring emotions on the sniper's face. He took the shampoo, emptied a healthy dollop of the lightly scented cleanser into his hands and began to work it through the thick hair, smirking when a bit of curl began to pop up as he worked out the oils and grime of the day. He wanted to bury his face in it, but he knew better than to do so. Despite the feelings they both had for one another, he thought Cougar would still probably shoot him.

"How are the towels?" He asked after he'd sufficiently lathered up the hair. It felt squeaky clean from all the suds.

Cougar spoke quietly, his own voice thick, "They are cooler now." He smiled when Jensen stopped rinsing his hair to take them and re-warm them under the hot water before placing them on his face and neck again. Cougar enjoyed the warmth, but he was also curious. "What are the towels for, Jake?" he asked.

Jensen grinned down at him as he poured a good-sized amount of conditioner into his hand and began to slowly work it through the sniper's hair from the ends up to the roots. "To open your pores and soften the hair on your face so it shaves better and doesn't irritate your skin." The hacker rinsed the conditioner out and ran his fingers through the hair to see if it needed another coat. After determining that it was soft enough, Jensen pulled a dry towel down and slowly began to squeeze the excess moisture from the sniper's hair before carefully wrapping it in the towel and reaching for his own shaving kit. He checked the towels on the sniper's face. They were still warm, so he took a small cup, emptied shaving cream into it and used a horse-tailed brush to whip it so it would be extra-creamy. Then he removed the towels lathered ithe other man s face.

Cougar watched the well-practiced ritual and tried not to grin as the wiry brush teased his face and tickled his neck. All amusement disappeared, however, when Jensen took out an antique straight razor and clipped a leather strap to his belt, holding it out to sharpen the blade on it as he considered the other man's bone structure.

Cougar had never been more aroused than he was at the moment the blade first scraped gently down the length of his cheek. He swallowed convulsively as Jensen dipped the razor in a bowl of hot water before bringing it back to his face, "Relax Cougs, I promise I won't cut you." He said, mistaking the sniper's quickened breathing and dilated pupils for panic.

Cougar felt his body responding, hot shocks of arousal rushing down his skin to settle in his cock with each gentle swipe of the razor and pass of Jensen's thumb which followed to check his work.

Jensen was momentarily distracted when he went to wash the blade off and caught the faintest of twitches as Cougar grew aroused. The hacker practically squealed with glee inside, but he wasn't about to give in to the other man yet. Payback was in order first.

He finished the shave, wiping Cougar's face off again with a wet, hot towel and handing him a mirror, "Good?" he asked, proud of the job he'd done. He had gotten everything but the sniper's beard and mustache baby smooth.

Cougar ran a hand over his skin, marveling at the sensation. His face had never been that closely shaved before, "Si, thank you Jake." he said softly, before smiling up at the young hacker. "No facial though," he said firmly, getting a chuckle from the other man and a nod.

"Come on. I'll do the rest of your hair in the bedroom." Jensen said as he took hold of the chair and rolled Cougar through the narrow doorway and into the main room.

A/N: Sorry for the quotation errors, here is the fixed version! Thanks for bringing it to our attention! Up next: Jensen's hair fetish and the beginnings of some lemonade! PLUS: an appearance by Pooch!