McCree/Reyes – continuation of the first fic in this compilation – mentions of past rape; hurt/comfort; comfort sex; gentle sex – Reyes needs something soft and Jesse will deliver.
It is easy to forget, sometimes, that Commander Reyes is as human as the rest of him. He is larger than life most of the time; dominating to the point of being scary, but when Jesse slips into his office after bringing him back from the enemy a rough three days prior, he looks almost… sunken. Shrunk.
He sits at his desk, a data pad giving off weak light in front of him. He’s bracing his elbows, head in his hands.
“I… uh…”
Reyes flinches – goddamn *flinches* – then looks up sharply without lifting his head much. His gaze, despite his near-cowering form, is flat. Maybe a bit malicious.
“What.”
Jesse swallows thick, his throat suddenly dry. There’s a flash of a memory: Reyes, on the ground, legs spread by a steel bar, body slick from various loads his captors had left on his back and thighs and ass.
And that sweet, dark space between his cheeks that had taken Jesse so well…
“I… wanted t’ see how things… are.” He winces. It sounds even lamer spoken aloud and the deadpan stare Gabriel gives him in response is almost hilarious.
The Commander sits up finally, hands dropping into his lap, looking Jesse up and down. His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath.
“Come here, Jesse.”
Jesse hesitates. He has his hat in front of his chest. He’s a grown man built like a wall but he looks like a scolded little kid in that moment.
Finally, he nods as if to himself, and makes his way over. Around the desk. Standing in front of his Commander who looks at him appraisingly up and down.
He thinks again of how sweetly Reyes’ body has accepted him; hole buttery soft and sloppy. Well used by countless men before him. His belly churns and he looks away guiltily until Reyes stands and pulls him into a kiss – slow and sweet and nothing like the tumultuous dirty memories still spooking around in Jesse’s head.
He can’t help but eagerly accept it.
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Without the coercion and beatings and… and… rape… – Reyes is even sweeter. He’s wrapped his big body around Jesse, holding on like an octopus as he gets fucked slow and careful on Jesse’s dick which is spreading him open and sliding in deeper with every carefully slow, easy thrust.
Jesse can’t wrap his head around the situation; can’t understand why Reyes would want to fuck him – *him*, of all people – so close after his ordeal. He can’t complain, though. Not when Reyes is making soft, fucked-out noises, mouthing wet and a bit sloppy at whatever he can reach of Jesse’s skin.
He’s pressed his face into the crook of McCree’s shoulder and Jesse can feel his breath puff against his collar bones. It tickles and makes his belly almost hotter than the way is insides tremble around him: sweet little pulses of his inner muscles that have Jesse see stars as they massage his cock. As if the Commander’s body is in love with it.
Jesse whines, and Reyes echoes it mindlessly. He’s scorching hot and *big*. He’s wrapped himself so thoroughly around Jesse that he’s sure he wouldn’t be able to get away even if he wanted to.
“That’s good… so good,” he whispers breathlessly as he fucks; he’s pumping with slow, even motions of his hips. A bit shallow now after he’s found the angle that seems to do it *very well* for Reyes. Gabriel.
It’s like he’s doing push ups. His belly and thighs burn. If Gabriel knew, he’d make sure to include a lot more in the upcoming training sessions. Jesse turns his head and lips against the Commander’s ear until he is *squirming* and trying to hide it from him.
He grins, tongue sneaking out, tasting against the outer shell until Reyes bucks up against him and throws his head back with a gasp like he’s held his breath the whole time.
His dark, dark eyes look up at Jesse; a bit wet and vulnerable, but his face serene as anything. He enjoys himself so obviously it is making Jesse squirmy and wanting to buck like a man much younger and less experienced than he’s become.
He wants to drill into him like a man possessed. Instead, he makes himself slow down even more; get deep and intense with his shallow thrusts until Reyes rewards him by baring his throat and groaning long and deep, his big cock twitching between them in the wetness he’s created.
“Wow,” Jesse whispers. He leans down, dragging his lips across Reyes’ throat to let him feel the scratch of his beard.
He can’t believe how sweet the Commander can be for a good, *loving* dicking. How different this lust is to the reluctant orgasm he’s fucked out of him under the leering gaze of a crowd seemingly a lifetime ago.
“So good… so good for me… fuck, you feel… you feel so incredible,” he mumbles sloppily against the point of Reyes’ jaw, mouthing against it, begging for a kiss until the Commander finally obliges at lets him have at it, panting hot and needy breaths right into Jesse’s lungs.
Jesse’s head feels like it’s filled with cotton. His cock, too, for that matter. He’s never felt so desperately in need for an orgasm without actually feeling like he needs to come anytime soon.
He’ll fuck the Commander as long as he wills it. Everything for him.
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