Yo!!! Little something for @hinoart because of her fuuucking sweet thicc Gabriel. uuuuunnnffff…. 

featuring adorably stupid Jack just being a slut for fat Reyes ass ❤ he’s such an overexcited puppy. I almost pity him.

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Jack had been staring the whole fucking day and the worst was – Gabriel knew it. There was no way he had not noticed his unsubtle Indiana farmboy staring – how he’d stopped everything he was doing the second he’d spied Gabriel walking into the gym, mouth dropping open, eyes taking in the tiny shorts and the tanktop that was clinging for dear fucking life, goddamn Gabriel did you not have anything more fitting?! around the sheer breadth of his torso.

As he’d walked over, casual and bumping fists with other recruits, the small shorts had started to move up – sliding into the creases of his thighs, showing off the meaty, scarred swell of them and further cupping his crotch in a frankly obscene fashion.

Jack found himself wondering whether he was even wearing underwear. Staring – and trying so hard not to stare – he could make out the outline of Gabriel’s dick. Christ.

“Yo,” Gabriel grunted as he’d stepped closer, bending to plop his water bottle next to the workout machine and giving Jack another view of those tiny shorts riding up into the crack of his ass; plump looking and still pure muscle.

By now, they were alone in the gym – and still, Jack had not been able to calm the fuck down. Every time he thought he’d found his equilibrium, another little thing caught his attention: the way Gabriel’s thighs slipped and slid against each other, sweaty and trembling in exertion, the strong muscles in stark relief – no thigh gap to be had with this one… the way his shirt became all but see-through, his dark brown nipples on full display, the thin, straining fabric cupping the swell of his pecs… even dipping into the shallow valley of his belly button.

How the fuck was it even still holding up.

Hell, even the dark, wetly curling hair beneath Gabriel’s arms had taken his rapt attention, only drawn over in the first place by Gabriel’s low grunts of strain as he pushed weights with his goddamn fucking legs. He’d just barely caught himself before starting off on fantasizing about him pushing his face against Gabriel’s ribs and inhaling deeply….

“You’re a thirsty boy today, Morrison.”

He jerked, head snapping over again, staring with owl-eyes at Gabriel absolutely preening on the machine, sitting with his arms up and behind his head, his sweaty body on display – revealing clothes straining to fit around him.

Even his shorts were soaked with sweat. Jack could see the outline of his dick’s head. He could see fucking everything and wasn’t even shocked anymore to realize that Gabriel actually had gone commando – he was too preoccupied fantasizing about sucking Reyes’ dick sweat through the fabric.

“Want a taste?”

Jack’s hands curl into helpless fists on his thighs and release again. His cock is already pitching a ridiculous tent in his own loose shorts.

He nods helplessly – because what the fuck else was he supposed to do?

.o.

“Get in there. Yeah. That’s the ticket, farmboy.” 

Gabriel sounds smug and in charge and only the tiniest bit breathless. He’s kneeling carefully on the seat of the equipment, one finger hooked helpfully into the leg hole of his shorts, pulling it aside to give Jack access to the humid crack of his ass – and Jack fucking took that opportunity, burying himself deep enough to make Reyes grunt int surprise brace himself from the jostle.

He is drowning in Gabriel’s fat ass and thinks he will probably suffocate himself like an idiot because he doesn’t want to pull back and breathe.

His hands are on Gabriel’s thighs – those huge, unbelievable thighs – feeling them up; feeling them tense and get rock hard beneath his groping fingers.

His chin is nudging against the soft skin of the heavy, swinging balls that managed to slip out of the tight confines of the tiny shorts. Everything is hot and humid. Gabriel is laughing at him breathlessly; insulting him in rough sounding Spanish that he can’t understand but still makes his ears burn and his cock surge in his shorts.

“Maybe I’ll let you fuck me if you make this good, Morrison.” Gabriel sounds like he’s almost in tears from mirth. He’s angling backwards now, wide hips moving towards Jack, grinding his hole against his eager tongue.

Gabriel’s crack is wet with spit; his skin is silky and warm, the muscles of his ass buttery soft from Jack’s eager tonguing.

“You’d like that, asshole? Get your cock in my fat ass?”

Jack feels like an excited little goddamn dog. He makes an embarrassingly high whining sound and presses closer, hands trying – and hilariously failing – to get a good grip at the girth of Gabriel’s thick thighs. Gabriel howls with laughter, body shaking, grinding back more insistent.

“Yeah I know you want. Shit. You’re good at this, aren’t’cha? Ate a lot of ass out in the cornfields, farmboy?”

Jack wedges his hand between the strong thighs until Gabriel grunts and shifts his stance; one leg sliding off the equipment to brace himself on the floor and give Jack more room, his fumbling hand seeking and finding and cupping the heavy swell of his cock, wrist nudging against his swinging balls.

“That’s it. Fuck. If you can get me off on your tongue, you can fuck me, Morrison.”

No offer had ever sounded so good. So perfect. It gets him stupidly excited, the sheer thought of getting to wedge his dick between those hard, plump cheeks… of trying to fit into Gabriel’s ass, goddamn mounting him, legs spread wide to accommodate the width of his hips…

Fuck, it gets him going. Enough to… to…

Jack whines high in shocked desperation, hands scrabbling at his dick through his shorts, trying, trying-

and failing to do antyhing other than helplessly come in his underwear, cock spurting and flexing, abs clenching hard in an almost dizzying orgasm, his defeat only made worse by Reyes laughing at him while still grinding his ass against his face, demanding to be worshiped to the very end.

Jack clenches his eyes shut tight. They’re burning treacherously as he thinks about the chance he just lost.