But what about grumpy virgin!Gabe getting ganged up on by the recruits in the changing rooms, all of them helping to get him bent over and each wanting a turn at eating him out, fingering him, playing with his balls, groping his thighs, etc. Gabe’s just dragging his beanie down and hiding his face, trying not to breathe too loudly, eventually giving up and just ahegaoing all over the place.

McCree has instigated this whole thing – of course he has; but Shimada is playing just as enthusiastically, having taken off his mask to get his warm little mouth all over Gabriel’s ass.

He can’t believe the things they are doing to him. His knees are shivering, toes curling against the warm, damp floor of the showers when Shimada spreads his cheeks with both hands and gives his hole one long, delirious lick that has Gabriel jerking up, ears pounding with blood.

McCree’s broad hand between his shoulder blades presses him down firm but gentle.

“Easy, boss,” he drawls, and Gabriel clenches his eyes shut, presses one hand across his mouth to keep the pathetic whine down. When he thinks he has himself back under control he murmurs with a barely shaking voice: “You are depraved. Both of you.”

Shimada hums and dips farther down. Gabriel can feel his nose pressing in behind his balls, face snuggling close enough that he begins to nervously dance on the balls of his feet, thighs spreading, face feeling on fire as he clenches his eyes shut and hears Shimada take a deep breath, air puffing warm across his sac.

“You’re so shivery,” McCree drawls, his hand big and warm and gentle as it rubs down his back. “Almost think you’ve never done this before. You’re presenting your ass an awful lot for a nervous little virgin though.”

Gabriel bites his lips. He wants to say something, but he doesn’t know what. he’s not usually grasping for words but he’s also usually not getting his balls licked slow and reverent while another pair of hands spreads his ass again, baring his sensitive hole to McCree’s gaze.

“Ahh damn,” he sighs. It sounds like a prayer, and when Gabriel glances back over his shoulder he can just see him crouch down before he feels his face pressing between his cheeks, beard scratching and mouth pressing a suckling kiss right on the twitching muscle.

Gabriel wants his beanie from the pile of clothes on the other side of the room to hide his face in. He thinks about how his two proteges are crouching behind him – Genji more snuggled beneath him at this point, suckling at his foreskin and rolling his balls across his palm – and feels his chest spasm.

“Love your fat ass, boss” McCree groans against him. He sounds fucking delirious and Gabriel can’t believe the shit they’re doing to him.

the result of the live-write :3 virgin!Gabriel acquainting himself with his prostate :’3

Gabriel is putting such an effort into keeping quiet – finger moving slow and silky inside his desperately clutching hole, trying not to make it do these embarrassing squelching sounds he’s heard whenever he was watching porn – he can actually hear the rasp of Morrison’s facial hair when he drags one broad hand across his mouth.

“Dang. I mean – I can help you out?” Morrison’s voice cracks on the last word. He sounds stupidly boyish and Gabriel can just imagine his painfully blue eyes fixed on his ass, watching him do… it.

Gabriel clenches his eyes shut and turns his head to press his face into the crook of his arm. His mouth is open to drag in enough air and still he feels like there’s just not enough oxygen in the room.

“Sh-shut up, Morrison,” he rasps. It’s a weak comeback. Under normal circumstances he would have come up with something – anything – better than a weak pre-school retaliation, but his rim is clenching down on a single finger of his own and it feels weird and to make matters worse, goddamn Jack Goldenboy Morrison is sitting behind him on the bed and watching with rapt attention.

He can almost feel his gaze like a physical thing.

It is embarrassing.

Whenever he glances down his belly, past the heavy weight of his half-hard, confused dick, he can see him sitting there, watching, boxer briefs tenting and wet where the tip of his cock is trying so very hard to escape.

“I mean… it’s just an offer,” Jack says. He sounds strangled. Pained.

His face looks the part, too, when Gabriel turns his head enough to glance around himself. His lips are pressed into a severe line, thick eyebrows drawn in concentration. He almost looks like he does in their briefings – only that his cheeks were a deep red, hair tousled from wrestling off his shirt: the perfect, endearing farm boy.

As Gabriel watches, Jack finally reaches down and slips those big fingers underneath the elastic band of his shorts. A quick adjustment later has the tip of his cock out, only the very tip peeking out of the foreskin pink and wet, and probably getting the dark blond hair beneath his belly button tacky.

Gabriel quickly turns his head back around, wiping his wet mouth deliriously against his forearm as he starts up moving his finger again – slipping it into himself and feeling the silky walls of his insides.

It’s not uncomfortable – certainly not painful – yet he starts to wonder what the big deal is about.

“I could do that for you,” Jack offers again, voice shot. The bed dips as he moves a little closer. Before Gabriel can muster up anything to say, he feels a large hand closing around his wrist. Shocked, he lets him direct him: changing up his angle and telling him to crook his finger until his own knuckle is rubbing rudely into his silky, hot insides. Gabriel chokes on his spit when a little shiver of feeling darts up his spine, making him dip it down instinctively. Jack groans.

“That’s it. Just like that. Fuck you got the best ass ever. Goddamn fat, gorgeous ass. I would’ve been honestly surprised if you weren’t sensitive as fuck down here.”

Gabriel’s head spins. His ears feel stupidly hot – as hot as the little muscle suckling eagerly at his finger. He clenches down and sweat springs up along his hairline when he hears Jack’s fierce mumble: “Yeah. So sensitive. Look at that sweet cunt you have. Gripping like a goddamn vice -”

“L-language,” he croaks, toes curling in sympathy with his finger as he tries to find that little spot again – that perfect little place that he had only graced with a glancing touch.

He wonders dimly if anybody knew how dirty Morrison’s mouth actually was. Perfect little farmboy swearing like a sailor the second he got excited; his single minded intent shutting off any filters.

Morrison doesn’t react to the admonishment – rather he lets go of Gabriel’s wrist in order to put both hands on his ass cheeks, gripping the generous muscle hard enough that it makes Gabriel grunt and rock forward, shoulders hunching up towards his ears when Jack’s palms slide down towards the backs of his thighs.

“I love your body,” he sighs. It sounds like a prayer and Gabriel doesn’t know what to do when Morrison’s hands slide reverently from his thighs back to his ass, gripping the swell of his hips and pushing up the curve into his waist just to feel the difference. He’s kneeling with a finger up his ass, trying – and failing – to find that sweet spot, his balls warm and heavy against the pulse point in his wrist, and Morrison is starting to worship him.

Gabriel jerks when he feels something bristly against the swell of his ass and it takes him looking hectically back to realize it’s Morrison’s cheek which he rubs against him like a cat.

“Could spend hours admiring your ass, Reyes. And your thighs. Holy shit. I think brass would’ve gotten rid of those ridiculous tiny gym shorts if you hadn’t enrolled. Heads turning just because they ride up your big, juicy thighs until nothing is left to the imagination…”

Gabriel closes his eyes. He has bitten into the flesh of his arm without realizing, the pain dull and throbbing and welcome.

When Morrison leans over and starts peppering kisses against the pouty rim of his hole, tongue darting out to drag wet and squirming around his stagnant finger, he doesn’t protest the hand anymore that closes around his wrist and gently tugs it away.

“You did so well,” Jack murmurs, “but I’ll show you how it’s done, hm? Pretty little virgin was squirming so nicely for me, but -”

He interrupts himself before Gabriel can turn around and smack him in the head for his stupid babbling, toes curling and belly feeling tight from how Jack was talking about him. To him. He couldn’t even tell whether he liked it or not. Christ, he is a mess.

Jack is, despite his crooning, gentle words, anything but. Gabriel cries out, back arching down and ass involuntarily lifting into the abuse when two broad fingers push in, barely slicked with spit and rubbing greedily at his hot insides.

His hands are fisted into the sheets, shoulders drawn up high and hips indecisive after that first initial shock from the push – jittery as they hunch down and lift up in aborted motions, already faux fucking himself on Morrison’s broad, intrusive digits.

“There you go. Holy shit you take it like a champ, don’t you? You’re so silky and wet inside. Used so much lube… Your hole is glistening like a pretty mouth with lip gloss.”

Morrison’s hand is rubbing along his spine; he can feel it slide through the tacky sweat gathered there. The tenderness makes his lewd words even more jarring. Gabriel’s eyes are glazing over, his jaw hurting with the fierce clench.

“Shut. Up. God,” he grinds out, embarrassed from the mental images and trying not to show it.

Morrison slips in deeper; slow yet inexorable, forcing Gabriel’s body to spread and accommodate for him. He takes what he wants like a rude little boy and Gabriel realizes he is – literally – drooling for the treatment, mouth open and tongue almost hanging out. His balls feel ripe and swollen – just a little too tender; too ready to unload.

“Yeah. That’s it. You’re doing so well. Fucking yourself on my fingers. You love it, don’t you? Just need someone else to play with your pretty snatch. Show you how good it can feel. How to do it.”

There’s a fog in Gabriel’s head, and it makes it hard to understand. He’s a highly intelligent man and yet it surprises him – downright baffles – him to realize that yes he is fucking himself back, body rocking, knees sliding farther apart on the slick sheets. He’s grinding like an animal, on all fours, grunting with each filling he gets, and he wants to kick at Morrison and make him sorry for… for… whatever, but he can’t make himself move other than those little, fluid thrusts that are gaining momentum the more confidence he has.

“Yeah you love it,” Morrison mutters, answering his own question. He is still petting Gabriel’s spine; up and down motions that are a little frantic by now, and Gabriel can no longer tell whether it is still only his sweat or Morrison’s fingers have become clammy as well.

He lets his head hang down and stares between his thighs, seeing Morrison’s dick, trapped by the elastic of his underwear, nearly dipping inside his shallow belly button.

Gabriel’s mouth floods with saliva as he thinks about suckling at the tip; slipping his tongue into the velvety folds of foreskin and lick up the gathered pre-cum. He’s never felt it this strongly before; only idle passing thoughts about whether he would like sucking dick. Morrison’s dick. Whether he would like swallowing.

He’s never felt it this strongly; this overwhelming need to rub a thick cock against his tongue, feeling the drag and weight of it push into the back of his throat until he was drooling too much and couldn’t swallow it down anymore.

He’s never-

“How about we try this?”

Gabriel’s body jerks before he has the chance of understanding Jack’s low voice, a gurgling shout ripped from him – more of surprise than anything – when Morrison suddenly moves and crooks his fingers, pressing them perfectly and with delicious precision at that spot Gabriel had been searching for.

Tears spring up in his eyes, a drawn out sound – something like “hhhaaahhhhh” – wheezing out of him. There’s a cramp in his right calf and he wants to pay attention to it but Morrison his humming and pushing again, fingertips dragging in little circular motions against the spongy wall of Gabriel’s insides, massaging into the gland he has found.

“That’s it,” Morrison murmurs, fingers spreading, putting off the pressure in favor of just teasing him with glimpses of it – Gabriel’s body suddenly feeling overripe. Juicy. Ready. He feels almost delirious with want, and his cock has fattened out almost without him noticing. “I knew you’d be like that. So sensitive. Couldn’t be anything less with that gorgeous ass. God Gabriel, the things I wanna do to you.”

Gabriel angles his shoulders down, face mashing into the rumpled sheets of the bed, low shivers sliding through his body in waves that start at the very tip of his head and end in his toes.

He doesn’t know whether he is afraid or giddy.

i reread the virgin gabe ficlet and i’m dying. please, please write more with that. or just more of Gabe being embarrassed by Jack worshipping his ass, flustered virgin Gabe is amazing and lovely and i’m dying of thirst for this thing i never even considered before.

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.

Okay okay, but- Gruff, embarrassed virgin!Gabe getting his juicy ass eaten out by Jack and finally learning what he’s been missing out on. Wondering wtf is going on with Jack’s obsession with his equally big thighs and just getting fussy/grumpy to hide how embarrassing (and hot) it is.

“What are you doing?! Oh god…”

Gabriel shudders and quickly lets his head hang low between his arms so Jack fucking Morrison wouldn’t see his face – wouldn’t see how he…

Jack groans. He fucking groans right against Gabriel’s taint, warm and intimate, and Gabriel can feel the vibration up into his heavy, filled balls. He bites his tongue in surprise, body jerking.

And then Jack is speaking – mumbling into Gabriel’s ass in midst of giving him more sloppy licks that get everything so wet, he imagines he can feel saliva dripping down.

His thighs shake. Jack groans again, his face mashed between Gabriel’s ass cheeks. He sounds like he’s fucking choking and Gabriel jerks again; tries to get away, face burning as he thinks about how he would have to explain that to the brass. Golden boy Morrison suffocated by…

Jack’s arms curl around his thighs and keep him from moving. A slurred “Wait wait whoa… don’t go” audible. The last sounds pathetic – wheezed out like a question.

Gabriel wants to bite something. To scratch something. His cock feels indecisive, half hard and bobbing, his belly is tickling. He is embarrassed and hot and Morrison is mashing his face back into his ass so hard that it ruts Gabriel forward and he nearly breaks his nose on the bed frame.

This time when Morrison sighs, he can understand it better.

“I goddamn love this ass. Oh my god…”

Gabriel’s toes curl and he growls because it is either that or whimper in mortification.

Morrison is starting to lick again and this time his cock gets the memo. Fills up fat and needy so fast his head spins.

He can’t believe the noises Morrison is making. Like he’s the one with a tongue up his ass – groaning against Gabriel’s spit wet skin. Gabriel presses his face into his stacked arms and bites his hand because it’s that or spontaneously combust.

He doesn’t dare to move an inch even though the muscles in his lower back are contracting again and again; trying to get him to… to move back. (He wants to…. he wants to rub his ass against Morrison’s perfect fucking face…)

Gabriel clenches his eyes shut tight against the thought.

Morrison is groping his thighs now – squeezing until it hurts and Gabriel has to harden his muscles against it.

Morrison – honest to fucking god – sobs. Pulls his head up from between Gabriel’s cheeks and sobs in a huge gulping breath before he presses his forehead against Gabriel’s ass. He rubs reverent hands across Gabriel’s thighs.

“I wanna die between them. Good god you need to crush my head between your thighs, Gabe. C’mon. C’mon you need to sit on my face.”

Gabriel jerks; white noise exploding in his head as he suddenly comes, embarrassing and hard – and probably kicking Morrison in the face in the process because when he comes to, Morrison is nursing a bleeding nose, but he’s still looking determined to… to…

“Dios mio…” Gabriel whispers helplessly.