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I was asked to write gassy Gabriel and supportive Jesse.
I hope it is enough farting action; I’m v sorry if not *lies down face first on ground*
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Jesse is lucky that he’s been out in the field when the spoiled food was served in the cafeteria and subsequently took most of the Blackwatch agents down for the better of two days.
He receives the message with a disbelieving squawk of amusement, staring at his tablet almost in wonder. Who would have thought that a bit of spoiled grub would take Blackwatch down?
After all, he’s experienced first hand how hard-as-nails those guys and gals are; his first two years had been no fun at all – including his desperate puppy crush on Gabriel that’s been mostly unrequited or belittled until he’s finally put on some meaty muscles and rough facial hair – and the notion of most of them being out for the count because of some bad food is surreal, but… well. Not everyone has an iron stomach like him.
Though his has been trained more out of necessity than anything else.
He stares at the data pad, long legs stretched out in front of him, knocking shoulders with the sleeping agents to his left and right as the truck they come back in rattles across the road.
Three in the infirmary with food poisoning; twelve on a sick leave with upset tummies. Upset tummies. Jesse’s mouth is hanging open in a wide, disbelieving smile, fighting the urge to be upset because he’s not been there to witness it. Blackwatch agents getting send home into their beds like toddlers from daycare.
What. A. Hoot.
He can’t wait to get all the juicy details from Gabe.
.o.
“Hey there,” Jesse drawls as the door to Gabriel’s private quarters starts to slide open, elbow braced against the wall next to the door, everything about his posture casual and relaxed in a way he knows Gabriel hates – at least in the open where anybody could see.
His flirty grin slides off, however, when he sees Gabriel’s face: ashen and clammy with sweat. The commander is dressed in an undershirt and lose sleep shorts, and while Jesse in general appreciates the view, the way Gabriel is hunched over in exhaustion – or pain – sours the picture somewhat.
“No way,” he breathes, watching as Gabriel’s face goes darker, his full lips thinning into a strict frown.
“Go away. I’m on sick leave,” the commander croaks, but when he turns away and makes his way back to his messy bed, he does not close the door again. Jesse takes him up on the offer and slips inside, looking around the room. The air is stale and the lighting bad – courtesy to the shutters being mostly down and the sole window closed.
While Gabriel lets himself flop back onto the bed, Jesse pushes the window open to get some cool, fresh air inside. Gabriel does not comment, merely curls his knees up towards his chest and presses his face into the pillow.
Jesse stands there undecided, arms hanging at his sides, staring at Gabriel a bit helplessly. He feels like he must be looking like a puppy but the sight of his boss being anything but an in-charge bastard is leaving him decidedly off-kilter.
“How you doin’?” he finally makes himself ask, standing there awkwardly, feeling a lot younger and lankier again as he watches Gabriel’s curled up form on the bed.
Gabriel just grunts and turns his head minimally, one dark eye staring at him long and hard. Jesse huffs and takes it, shrugging as he ambles closer.
“Just wanted to make smalltalk,” he mumbles, and Gabriel answers with a rough, deep voice: “Don’t.”
Jesse sits on the edge of the bed, starting to push off his shoes, and socks – and then peeling himself out of the rest of his clothes. Gabriel asking long suffering: “What the fuck are you doing now?”
“Getting comfortable.”
When he’s naked, dick swinging comfortably in the breeze, he crawls behind Gabriel, plastering himself to his back.
“You reek,” the commander comments.
“Just came back from a mission, boss,” he answers mildly, his big arms slowly starting to unfold the small ball Gabriel had curled himself into. Gabriel growls but he does not protest; either because he’s too weak or because he wants to cuddle just as much as Jesse does but doesn’t want to admit it.
Gabriel squirms and Jesse lets him twist his upper body around, face mashing into the humid mess of Jesse’s unkempt beard. He’s not had a chance to trim it in the two weeks out, and it shows.
“Thought I reek,” he croons, hands sliding from Gabriel’s pecs down. He can feel the tight ridges of his abs through the thin fabric of the undershirt he is wearing. Gabriel does not elect to answer, and Jesse doesn’t push him on it; rather, he pushes his hips snug against his commander’s plush ass, cock already taking interest.
“Really?” Gabriel slurs against the warm skin of his neck. “You gettin’ hot for a sick man?”
“Gettin’ hot for everythin’, boss,” Jesse answers easily, and drawls over Gabriel’s derisive snort: “But ‘specially for that nice ass o’ yours… Damn. Been lovin’ it since the first time I seen it.”
Gabriel twists back around at that, his cheeks sporting a lot more color now which is certainly heartening to Jesse who grinds forward, letting Gabriel feel the thick line of his cock as he hooks his chin over his commander’s shoulder and murmurs low and filthy: “Always loved your fat ass…”
He grabs at one thick cheek, digging his fingers in deep, and Gabriel – Gabriel yelps, one hand shooting down to clench on Jesse’s wrist.
“Uh?”
“D-Don’t, I… ah…” He peters out, and Jesse lifts his head, peering into his boss’ face which is all anew wet with sweat, though instead of pale he is decidedly red, eyes glassy as he glances first at Jesse’s face, then back in front of him. “The spoiled food really doesn’t… sit well.”
Jesse squints at him and mulls his words over while still rocking his hips, slowly fucking along Gabriel’s clothed asscrack.
“You got gas?” he finally surmises and Gabriel’s face hardens with annoyance, cheeks darkening as his flush grows fiercer. “Yes, if you want to know so badly,” he hisses, agitated.
They both fall quiet again. Jesse squirms, face feeling hot under his scruff, cock wetting against Gabriel’s tailbone until he feels it due to the tacky fabric against his skin and asks, exasperatedly: “What??”
“…Can I still fuck you? It’s kinda hot.”
Gabriel becomes very still at that, and Jesse keeps gently fucking between his cheeks, staring down to watch it happen – and to not have to look at Gabriel’s no-doubt shocked, disgusted face.
“You’re a freak,” Gabriel finally chokes out, voice a bit high with embarrassment or humiliation – but he does not fight Jesse when he slowly starts tugging his shorts down beneath the swell of his ass.
.o.
“Slow, s-slow,” Gabriel whimpers, body strung so very tight, his hand curled around Jesse’s wrist again, holding on for dear life. Jesse, dutifully, keeps it slow, sweat prickling at his temples as he feels how feverishly hot Gabriel is inside, tight enough to hurt due to him trying so very hard to keep everything… ah… contained…
“‘M trying, jefe,” he whines, “but you need t’ relax a bit… fuck…”
He’s got his other arm curled beneath Gabriel, hand on his lower belly – ostensibly to soothe him and keep him close, but the matter of fact is that he can feel how tight his poor belly was and how the air was moving through his guts, and… and that makes Jesse so very hot.
Hot enough that his cock was flexing within the tight death grip of Gabriel’s body, balls tight enough they goddamn hurt.
“Relax,” he whispers again, “nobody here to judge. If it happens it… it just happens, alright?”
God, but he wants it to happen. Wants Gabriel to… to-
Gabriel whimpers – Goddamn WHIMPERS – and relaxes, and Jesse can’t hear it, but he can feel it – that release of hair slipping by his cock warm and silky and making him jerk forward mindlessly, trying to stuff Gabriel of more dick while his boss has frozen completely in utter mortification.
“Oh fuck… Oh shit… jefe,” Jesse groans, hips jerking forward, body pressing hard and insistent against Gabriel’s back until he’s almost pushed him onto his belly; almost lying on his back and dicking him deep by sheer force of gravity – and of course Gabriel can’t hold on like that.
He tries to, tries to oh-so-hard, grunting with a desperate, tight voice: “Jesse! Jesse, n-no stay – stay still!” but the rutting motions are forcing more air out of him, Jesse’s cock fat and so very substantial; holding him open and not letting him be decent as he dicks him like he’s trying to churn the air inside his guts.
It’s not quiet like this; not when Jesse is throwing caution to the wind and ignoring Gabriel’s cracking voice begging him to stay still, to go slower – he can’t, not when every motion is accompanied by the obscene sound of Gabriel farting on his cock.
“Fuck, boss… f-fuck… so good…” His voice has gone high and whiney. He can’t help it. His ears are burning hot and embarrassed, listening to the sounds he is forcing from his commander’s body, feeling the bubbling air escape next to his cock, and perversely warming his balls.
Gabriel is whimpering, hiding his face in the pillow, body gone lax now that everything is lost. He does not protest Jesse’s hand anymore, grabbing at his ass cheek and pulling it to the side, making the sounds being fucked out of him louder and more prominent – and he does not fight the hand on his belly, gently pressing down, massaging the unwanted air out of his guts.
His cock is… humiliatingly hard, trapped in his shorts, wetting through the fabric as Jesse fills him up to the very brim, his fat cock pressing into all those needy, itching spots that have been begging for a scratch since the kid went out on the mission and took his stupid dick with him.
Jesse sounds like he’s about to bust a vessel behind him, which is… reassuring, somehow. How deeply, unapologetically Jesse is into getting his dick farted on; like he relishes in the humiliation, and, knowing Jesse, he probably does.
He’d probably love it if Gabriel were to slap his dick around; stepped on his balls; told him how bad he was using it. Let him fuck him and be bored about it. Fart on it.
Hell, Jesse has probably already been fantasizing about something like it. Probably put Gabriel in some stupid dominatrix lingerie.
These thoughts make it a bit more bearable. Not like he’s putting his future career completely into Jesse’s huge, nimble hands.
Jesse, meanwhile, is biting at the back of his neck. He’s chuffing like and engine, slurred words of endearment muffled against the wet skin he’s been so liberally drooling against.
“Ye’re the best, jefe. The best. Fuck. Th-Thank you.”
Gabriel closes his eyes, his ears burning, hearing and feeling the relief of finally being able to empty his tight belly of all the excess air. He already feels better. A lot.
“Thank you,” he whispers back, but he’s pretty sure Jesse doesn’t hear him; not when he’s close to coming, cock flexing inside Gabriel, pressing into squishy, hot walls, his mouth wet and hot as he puts it against Gabriel’s ear and mumbles quick and hot: “Can ye fart my cum back out? On my dick?”
Gabriel whines, turns his head away from the scruffy, sloppy kiss Jesse is pressing against his ears and neck – and nods.
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