A/n: Jensen has currently set up base in my bedroom. He won't leave. Cougar is hiding in my hammock. Honestly, I don't want to ask him to leave. Pooch is in my garage. Clay too. I don't know how safe it is to try and kick them out. Maybe I'll charge them all rent. :3

Blame this story ALL on Jensen. He wouldn't stop rambling on and on about this story, so now I say, "Jensen, you have ten seconds to leave me alone to write the darn story or I'll gut you like a fish." He left.

Also, this is my first M rated fic. Yes, smut is good. If you see anything iffy, do tell!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own them. Nor do I get any money from this. MLIA.


Jensen was hot. Not just in appearance, but in temperature. And that sun just wouldn't go away. He placed a hand over his eyes and moaned. He was sitting just outside of their current motel room.

Sweat dripped down his face, and he couldn't help but moan as the cruel sun just mocked him. His shirt clung to his body, and he was to lazy to get up and move inside, which would have been hotter, seeing as the air conditioner had stopped working.

"Dear gods," he muttered under his breath, "this must be what hell feels like." That was all the energy he could use to talk. It was too hot for talking. And he could do nothing about it.


Jensen clung to the last shred of warmth that was left in the cup of coffee in his hands. Even with the parka on, and several pairs of socks and pants, it was still so god damned cold! And there was no heater. No! They never went anywhere with a working heater or air conditioner!

And the temperature was never. Just. Right. The places they went to track down Max! Currently they were at a run down motel up in Nunavut, Canada. When he had sign up to join the army, they had said he would see the world. But this was ridiculous!

Sometimes Jensen just swore that Max made fake leads just to make him freeze his balls off, or drop dead for vulture food.

"H-how you h-holding u-up?" a shaky voice asked. Jensen turned to look at the figure who had spoken, teeth chattering away, sounding a lot like a squirrel with a case of the munchies.

"I-I th-think m-m-my balls fr-froze off," he stuttered, shivering violently to prove his point. Clay sat down beside him, and they dropped off into silence.


"Mmm..." moaned Jensen, as Cougar, on top of him, trailed kisses down his stomach. He growled playfully, and grasped the younger man's pant zipper in between his teeth, and slowly, seductively, unzipped his pants.

Jensen moaned, and pulled Cougar back up and kissed him passionately, forcefully shoving his tongue into his mouth.

This temperature was just right.