Gabriel’s phone vibrates quietly against his thigh but he ignores it this time, resolutely staring ahead at the orator. He is slouching, hood of his sweatshirt pulled up and into his face; he is listening but nobody else needs to know that.

His phone vibrates again and he shifts on his seat; slides down a little lower, knees falling farther apart. He couldn’t tell whether he was angry or horny – these past days those emotions were almost synonymous for one another. He was starting to form a weird pavlovian reflex to it.

Another vibration tickles along his thigh and his resolve snaps, hand digging in his pants to pull it out, schooling his face into a scowl preemptively.

Still, he could feel his cheeks burn in embarrassment when he saw Morrison’s texts.

Tonight, plz.

Plz Gabe – just once. Just try it ok? we dont have to continue if you dont like it.

gabe cmon please i cant think of anything else just let me get it out of my system i wont badger you again after this if you dont want me to

And while he stares, another one buzzes in:

just try it once PLEASE

He scrolls back up, staring at the messages beforehand – and the one picture he had taken after Morrison had been begging long enough. The one where his sweatpants were shoved just beneath his ass and he was awkwardly shooting a pic over his shoulder through the mirror.

Gabriel scowls more fiercely, belly churning in embarrassment. Angrily, he punches in his answer and shoves his phone back into his pants.

Ok. Fuck you, Morrison.

Pavlovian fucking conditioning. He resolutely ignores the rest of the excited buzzing.

.o.

Gabriel carefully shuffles a little farther up upon Jack’s eager urging and freezes immediately at the low groan from beneath him. It sounds fucking pained and he lifts up, staring down at Jack’s face in dismay.

Morrison is already flushed – not hard when one was as pale as him – eyes heavy lidded. He was practically cross-eyed, blinking up at Gabriel past his hard cock. It looked ridiculous.

Gabriel could feel another wave of embarrassment churn in his belly.

“Are you fucking alright?”

“Wha…? Yes. Yes! I’m alright. Gabriel, I’ll slap your thigh if something…” He interrupts himself, blinks, seems to reconsider. “Give me your hand. I’ll squeeze your hand if I need you to get up. And now sit down. Please for the love of-”

Gabriel lowers himself again; gingerly, one hand at the headboard to steady his descent, the other weaving fingers with Morrison. He wants to break his fucking hand, but he can’t concentrate on that now; not when his sac was dragging warm and heavy across the bridge of Morrison’s nose.

“Jesús,” he whispers when he feels Jack’s warm breath puffing against his hole and squeezes his eyes shut tight. A second later, Morrison’s tongue is flickering against the strong clench of muscle and Gabriel lets out a breath he had not been aware of holding.

Jack’s free arm curls around one of his thighs – hand liberally groping – then starts pulling him down; making him sit sit sit until the heat starts crawling up from Gabriel’s belly again, settling in his face. He was… He could feel the heat building up; how everything became moist with Morrison’s warm, gasping – choked – breaths; the eager drag of his tongue; Gabriel’s sweat.

Jack is making sounds; pathetic little whimpers which he muffles directly against Gabriel’s ass before he opens up; soft and intrusive; rudely licking Gabriel’s crack as far as he could reach, swirling around the shy pucker of his asshole, then sucking eager kisses into the soft skin behind his heavy balls.

Gabriel can’t help but groan, head sinking back, fingers tightening on Morrison’s grip because it got progressively harder to keep his hips calm and loose; not make them move and filthily grind down against the rude tongue trying to push in in in – fuck him wet and naughty on the slippery muscle.

Morrison has trouble breathing and still pushes closer; digs his stubbled chin in until Gabriel grunts and sits up straighter. His cock is hard and heavy; smearing pre-cum into Morrison’s golden farmboy hair that Gabriel wants to rip on; hold onto while he fucking bounces down on Morrison’s face, breaks his nose, makes him suck on his hole…

Gabriel whimpers, belly tightening, hips jerking minutely, unable to keep them still any longer. Morrison doesn’t seem upset by it – quite the opposite. His hand slides over, fingers tickling the small of Gabriel’s back; the top of his ass crack; all the way down until they start rubbing rudely against the slippery clench of muscle.

Gabriel can’t help but whimper, upper body twisting, trying to look at what the fuck Morrison was doing now and not managing in the slightest. His groin felt on fire; his balls smearing all over Jack’s blissfully closed eyes and sweaty forehead.

He was sitting squarely on his face, suffocating him in his progressively more humid ass and still he sounded fucking delirious.

“Crazy bastard,” Gabriel whispers – whines – back arching, hips rocking minutely…

He comes into Jack’s fucking perfect blond hair the second Morrison wriggles one broad fingertip into him. He wipes his cock on the sticky strands for good measure just to get him back for his cheekily wandering fingers.