Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
A/N: This one didn't turn out quite how I had planned, but I think it's cute-ish. Hope that y'all like. Only three more chapters to go and this will be complete. I am hoping to get all three chapters done and posted today. Did not happen last night b/c of 4th of July...so fire works, kids, dogs, and humid weather. Once this is complete it will be on my LJ (link is listed as my homepage in profile). Enjoy...and reviews are always nice. Thank you to all you have favored, alerted, read, and reviewed this.
The third time Jensen made Cougar blush did not entirely go as he'd planned or hoped it would. Clay had given him and honest hacking assignment, finding their latest target's financial records and anything else on the computer or internet about him. His plan had been to do his hacking in his boxers, for which there were two reasons: One was that it was Panama in mid-July and just fucking hot; two was that he hoped it would be Cougar to walk through the door to the room they'd been sharing to see him in nothing more than his dog tags and boxers dotted with skulls, not Clay.
"What the fuck? Jensen!" Clay had roared before the door ever closed.
"Colonel!" Jensen yelled in response, turning away from the laptop and his half completed work. "Was not expecting you…yet. 'M half done with the info gathering, Sir. Gimme another twenty minutes and I'll have it all for you."
"Jensen, where are your clothes?" Clay demanded locking his gaze on the blond man's face and refusing to look any lower.
"On the bed, Sir," Jensen answered, wanting nothing more than to look away from the infuriated gaze of his CO. "You want I should put them back on, Sir?"
"Now," Clay confirmed with a firm scowl on his lips.
Not waiting to be told twice, Jensen moved to the bed. He grabbed up his issue cargos and hastily pulled them up. He'd just pulled them to his hips when he noticed movement at the edge of the wide open door.
"If I ever catch you hacking sans clothing again, I will shoot you, am I clear, Corporal?"
"Crystal, Sir."
"Get back to work. And remember what I said." Clay turned to leave, hoping to never again see that much of the young man again. "Cougar," he greeted the shadow hovering at the edge of the door.
Jensen watched Clay walk from the room, as he buttoned and zipped his pants—grumbling as he did so. He stopped and looked up at the sound of his intended target's name. By all rights he should have been the one turning shades of pink found only on paint chips. He was surprised to discover that he was not. Instead, Cougar's cheeks, what Jensen could see of them due to the tip of the sniper's hat, were a slightly darker shade of pink than he'd seen before.
"Can you believe that he won't let me work in comfort?" he all but shouted, turning back to the computer and doing his best not to smile at the blush on the older man's face.