here ya go! Morrison getting his tiddies fucked :3

this is kind of an AU where the fallout never happened.

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Jesse might have filled out since Gabriel had pulled him out of Deadlock – might have, in fact, filled out a little too much, belly having gotten soft and hairy with the years – but he still was the same stupid kid from back then.

He still fumbled his words when he got excited, mouth hanging open, barrel chest heaving, none of that lazy cowboy charm to be found when his cock was already lifting from the wild nest of curls he had cultivated himself.

Well. Maybe it was a little endearing; how he got almost shy watching Jack on the bed, large hands balling into fists at his sides and then relaxing again, fingers moving as if they hurt.

“Oh wow. I… wow.”

His shaggy beard touches his chest as he nervously shoves himself forward onto the edge of the mattress, knees almost touching Jack’s hips.

Gabriel leans back in his chair, chin braced on the palm of one hand, watching the delicious contrast of burly, hairy Jesse next to the golden boy.

“You only gonna watch him?”

Jesse startles, throwing a short sidelong glance at his old mentor sitting not too far to the side.

“No,” he mumbles, then stretches out his hand, blunt fingertips touching the side of Jack’s torso, pushing against the hard ridges of his ribs. Gabriel can see the shudder going through the Soldier’s body, how he tilts his greying head back into the pillow, eyes closing, mouth going soft and needy.

He’s been anticipating this for weeks, it seems. Maybe months, even – who knew how long he’s had to hype himself up for finally going and asking Gabriel for what was his; watching Jesse secretly, staring at the loose bulge of his swinging dick whenever the cowboy swaggers across base – wanting to have that big cock that Jesse so naively showed off with his lack of underwear and decorum.

Gabriel wonders if Jack had thought it go like this, though: Jesse being a fumbling, nervous idiot and Gabriel sitting to the side, directing them. Both his… what – submissives? Slaves? Boyfriends? in one room at last.

“Do you like him, Jesse?” he asks, voice pitched to a low purr as he watches McCree’s hand move, sliding onto Jack’s belly where it splays, touching the hard won muscles that he himself did not possess. “You like how pretty he is? A little doll for you to play with.”

Jack is a tall man; imposing, even, when stuffed out in all his regalia and standing in front of a slew of soldiers.

Next to Jesse, however – that sheer hairy bulk, all that warm, brown skin – he looks unreal; like a thing made out of paper, ready to get crumbled up and torn apart. He seems ready for it, too, when he sees Jesse nodding mutely, mouth still hanging open in wonder, cock swelling a little more.

Jesse never needs much to get excited.

“He has lovely tits, don’t you think?” Gabriel prods further, shifting forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. “I know for a fact that they’re very sensitive. Jack loves getting them played with. I got so many pretty clamps for him.”

Through the shaggy fall of Jesse’s uncombed hair, Gabriel can see his ears lighting up like a lamp, warm and red as McCree first shoots him a small, needy gaze – wanting, obviously needing to see those little toys for himself one of these days – then looks back at Jack and the generous swell of his pecs, his nipples sitting small and candy pink right there for the taking.

His chest moves in tantalizing ups and downs, almost heaving as he feels the gaze of both men riveted on him.

Jesse reaches for one peaked tip almost hesitatingly, blunt fingertips catching it and squeezing carefully.

Jack groans, throwing one arm across his eyes, bows his back up into the feeling and lets Jesse do as he wishes.

“C-Commander…”

Gabriel grins slow with a lot of teeth, eyes crinkling at the corners and the chair groaning faintly beneath his weight when he angles himself forward even more.

“Why don’t you mount up, cowboy? He’s been wanting to say hello to your cock for a while now. You shouldn’t leave him hanging.”

McCree murmurs something under his breath, hand curling around his cock, giving it a little squeeze as he pinches again, carefully, then pulls a little for good measure just to watch how Morrison’s flush starts creeping down from his ears into his cheeks and towards his throat.

“How far does that pretty lil’ blush go?” he asks, the drawl more pronounced than usual, making it difficult to understand.

Gabriel leans back, legs falling open carelessly, hand inching towards his crotch but not yet touching – he was going to make this one last.

“Why don’t you find out?”

.o.

The blush creeps down his throat and over his collarbones, pinkening up his tits like an offering, and Gabriel wonders vaguely whether McCree will start drooling like a dog.

His thighs look massive as he kneels over his Strike Commander, the tense muscles making them look even juicier, and Gabriel can’t get enough from the sight of his hairy ass hovering a few inches above Morrison’s perfect, smooth belly.

For all that McCree seemed out of shape, he did possess a surprising amount of stamina: chin on his chest, watching himself move with almost machine like relentlessness, fucking carefully so his cock wouldn’t slip from the plush valley of Morrison’s chest.

Jesse’s belly is moving with the rocking motions of his hips; almost hypnotically as he fucks, his hands splayed on Morrison’s pectorals, thumbs pressing down against the thick shaft of his cock to hold it down.

Whenever he has pushed in the deepes, his foreskin rolls back, the wet, swollen head of his cock practically popping out – and Jack is straining for it, head up, mouth open, trying to get a lick in and only managing to smear his chin with sticky pre-cum.

“Look up at him,” Gabriel orders and Jesse groans when Morrison does just that: those painfully blue eyes rolling up, staring into McCree’s face as he tries and fails to suckle the fat tip into his mouth, making a spectacle of himself.

Jesse does help him, then – lets go of those plush tits to cup one large hand behind Morrison’s head and cradle it, keep him nice and up as he pushes those scant last few centimeters towards him, letting him close his lips around the leaking tip and lash his greedy tongue against the slit to taste how salty it was.

Morrison’s eyelids flutter, his cock an angry red, so hard it stays on its own, angled away from his clenching belly, but before he can close them, Gabriel tuts and he snaps them open, staring up even as they start to water.

“Did I tell you you could fuck his mouth?” Gabriel asks idly, knee bouncing, head tilting back against the headrest. Jesse whines like a dog but does shuffle obediently backwards, both men sounding close to tears when his cock leaves the warm, greedy suction of Morrison’s mouth with a lewd pop.

“Help him along, why don’t you, Jackie-boy?”

And God, do they look delicious like that: Morrison framing his pecs with his own hands, pushing them together to deepen the valley of his tits, let Jesse hump his dark, swollen cock in the crease and get it sticky and shiny with pre-cum.

McCree’s balls, big and hairy as the rest of him, drag against the delicate skin of Jack’s sternum. Gabriel wonders whether it’ll be red afterwards; raw from the rough pubes grinding into him again and again.

As he watches, Morrison shifts his hands, fingers splaying, taking the swollen peaks of his nipples between them just to add a bit more pressure on them. His mouth is bruised looking and wet, falling open when he grips the firm muscles and pinches his nipples in the process.

“You like fucking his tits, McCree?”

Jesse nods, eager and canine, his teeth bared in a way that makes Gabriel think he wants to chew on one of his cigars. It would suit him: pulling nervous puffs while fucking his big cock between Morrison’s tits. That same big cock that was too heavy to stand up on its own, drooping deliciously, foreskin silky and dark and mouthwatering…

“Jesse looks good on you, Morrison,” Gabriel rasps, hand squeezing his cock through his pants, hips curving up into it. “But I bet you’d love to reciprocate, wouldn’t you? He doesn’t have your gorgeous tits, but he has a nice fat ass. Would you like fucking his hairy cheeks? I could help you with it. Get up behind you. Guide your hips with mine.”

Jack is breathing like he has trouble getting air into his lungs. His cock flexes, a string of pre-cum dripping towards his abdomen, knees twitching restlessly, then pulling slowly up. He can’t keep his hips still, shimmying from side to side.

“Yeah, you’d love that,” Gabriel purrs. He is grinding against his palm, fucking lazily, wondering whether he should get up and get his fleshlight; but he doesn’t want to miss any of the action – not when Morrison looks like he’s about to pump out his load just from McCree fucking his sturdy, fat dick between his tits.

McCree’s cheeks are ruddy red beneath his shaggy beard, his dark eyes glistening; watery and feverish at the same time. He is chuffing like a train, slanting little submissive glances towards Gabriel; he already knows the drill about coming too soon and without permission, and he looks ready to beg already.

No stamina this one. Gabriel loves it.

He grins predatory and slides a little deeper into his chair, settling in for the long haul.