*needs a fucking inhalator because of heavy breathing*

can you imagine though. When Jack is still just quietly pining from afar and Gabriel doesn’t give him the time of day…

Jack usually leaves the immediate training area as soon as Gabriel saunters in. It’s obvious – the other recruits have noticed, at least, grinning and ribbing him with low voices – but he couldn’t very well just keep sparring when Reyes was right there on the mat next to his, getting progressively sweatier – the thick fur of his lower body starting to curl with dampness…

Jack usually sat to the side and nursed a bottle of water, eyes fixedly staring at a spot somewhere in the vicinity of Gabriel’s black hooves – because the satyr hated getting stared at directly and had a freakish sixth sense about it – and breathed carefully and deep, sensitive nose taking in Reyes’ scent getting thicker and warmer the longer he was sparring.

And fuck Jack wanted to roll in it. He wanted to steal one of Reyes’ towels and drag his face across it; sniff until he would come just from the aroma of it – and the memories that Reyes had been rubbing down his frankly obscene rump with it.

Jack had never seen an ass more perfect; round and firm and basically just… just there for the taking. One would just need to brush the luxurious thick fur to the side to get at what was undoubtedly the sweetest little hole…

Damn but Reyes was asking for it. That small, strong tail of his up and alert when he was sparring, flicking and drawing attention to his gloriously fat ass and the freakishly strong thighs.

Jack knew for a fact Reyes could split melons with them – he’d seen him drunk at the last Summer festival…

God damn he wanted to walk over and talk to Reyes. Ask him out. Get his… his number or something – no, stupid, they lived in the same fucking hallway after all. 

Jack just wanted he didn’t know what he wanted. Mostly to let his tongue loll out and pant after the gorgeous Satyr. He wanted not to have to chain himself to the wall in his rooms at full moons because he’d go out and hunt himself a pretty little piece of flesh to sate the urge.

Jack whined, high and pathetic, and let his head hang low. He needed to think of something else. Anything else. Anything but jerking off over Reyes’ rump and getting his spunk all over the dark, thick fur. Anything but burying his head between his fluffy thighs and work to get at the undoubtedly shy little hole hiding there.

He needed to get Reyes out of his damn system because otherwise he’d be going insane.