Reaper snarled as he got slammed into the concrete wall. All around them were gun shots and angry calling to be heard, but it didn’t seem as loud as Morrison’s labored breathing right next to his head. It sounded mechanical and almost wheezing through his mask, voice tinny and angry as he demanded: “Show me!”
Reaper could have escaped the restricting arm across his shoulder blades easily, but he didn’t. He was as excited as Morrison, but hid it better than he.
“Oh Commander,” he chuckled, “leaving duty for your selfish, little indulgence, are we?”
“Show me, Reyes,” Morrison snarled, and Reaper wasn’t going to do jack shit but he also wasn’t hindering 76′s hands roughly yanking his heavy, long coat to the side, or the way they slipped around him and fumbled at his belts.
He seemed to be almost shaking with excitement. How… endearing.
Jack, on his part, heard nothing of the battle around them. He could only hear the pounding of blood in his own ears, his face hot and sweating behind his faceplate as he yanked at Reaper’s pants and finally got a glimpse of them.
A shocking, almost gaudy pink, edged with pearl white. It looked girly and so thin and feeble against the broad, strong hips, it seemed like it should’ve ripped apart long ago.
Jack wanted to growl, but it only came out as a pressurized, high whine. It was a fucking string and he couldn’t see enough because Gabriel’s fucking pants were too fucking tight and…
He could almost imagine how the little string of fabric would look disappearing between Gabriel’s juicy, muscular cheeks. How Jack would’ve need to search for it. Pry Gabriel’s ass apart and push his face in deep to…
“Same time, same place,” he rasps, voice as shot as his dignity as he struggled to take a shaking step backwards, eyes still fixed on the frilly lingerie. Reaper was even tilting his ass out a little, not remotely embarrassed about being out in the open like this.
“Fuck,” 76 swore and viciously yanked his rifle back over his shoulder and into his hands. He kept his head down and his shoulders up as he trudged out of the alley, leaving Reaper behind who was very pleased with himself.
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