C is for Carlos
"Hey, Carlos-"
"Cougar." Cougar corrected, sprawled on a shady hotel bed, his hat over his face.
Jensen emerged from the attached bathroom, hair wet and flat, glasses off, in nothing but his boxers, leaning on the door frame. "Carlos."
"It's Cougar." Cougar said pointedly, "Jake."
Jensen grinned and sidled over, sitting next to him and lifting the hat off his face. He looked down into Cougar's eyes. "I like Carlos."
Cougar smirked. "Sure you do." he leaned up, then said again, "Jake."
Jensen's grin grew as he shoved Cougar's hat in his face and the sniper uttered a muffled noise of complaint.
"Down, cowboy. I just showered."
Cougar tossed the hat aside and yanked the blonde to him. "You can shower again."