Just a T-shirt

Fandom : The Losers

Characters : Jensen and Cougar

Rating : PG13

Word Count : 400

Written for the prompt : Author's choice, author's choice, psychedelic

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Just A T-shirt

Cougar sometimes wonders whether he should accompany Jensen on his next medical, be there when they give him the regulation eye-check and make sure there isn't actually some reason for the monstrosity currently laid out on Jensen's bed ready to be put on when he gets out of the shower.

Cougar poked at it, keeping his distance like he might catch something particularly nasty from the offensive attire. Nothing happened, there was no sudden explosion and even worse, it didn't suddenly vanish from view. The t-shirt was there to stay and from the little the poking had exposed of the front, that was even worse. Cougar sighed and wondered if Jensen would ever really understand that the idea of undercover infiltration was actually to stay out of sight and not be noticed. Psychedelic was actually too nice a word for it.

Jensen appeared back from the bathroom with his jeans hanging low on his hips and scrubbing a towel through his hair to dry it. He headed straight for the bed, lifted up the t-shirt and flapped it out a couple of times before pulling it over his head and down into position.

"Hey Cougs. Look I found this great website that does the most amazing t-shirts. Isn't it awesome?"

Cougar shrugged, then came to a decision, "Undercover, Jensen, you do know that means not drawing attention to yourself? People aren't supposed to be looking at you when you're breaking in."

"Pfft! Spoilsport, it's just a t-shirt, I'm not that noticeable. Anyway, I have super ninja skills." He turned to walk out of the door before casting over his shoulder, "and you watching my back!"