Jack thought that he should probably say something; anything.
Like I thought you were dead. Or I missed you; or I never stopped thinking of you; or What the Hell happened to you?!
Instead what he did was giving the side of Gabriel’s ass a sharp, enthusiastic smack, just so he could see – and feel – the way the juicy cheeks jiggled against his dick.
Gabriel groaned and arched his back, hips slowly, leisurely moving on their own accord; taking all the work out of Jack’s hands and fucking his cock along the slippery crack of his ass on his own.
Every now and then he’d lift up too much; until the swollen head was nudged against his pouting hole – and Jack knew full well that this was deliberate; that Reaper tried catching him off guard and somehow get his dick to spear him open without a hand helping out; that greedy little cunt doing its best to mouth at him – but soon he’d hunch down again and let it slip along the warm, smooth trail until it was emerging at the top once more.
His tail bone was shiny with sweat and pre-cum.
He let Jack do to him whatever he desired; let him knead and slap as his perky ass cheeks, and reach down to fondle his cock and balls where they were swinging heavy and untended underneath him.
When Gabriel got fucked, he was – for lack of a better word – sweet. So accommodating. Maybe even desperate now, after all these years? Desperate to get touched and used like he used to?
“Don’t you want it?”
The voice was low and breathy, and Soldier 76 had trouble to understand the mechanical rasp for a second. Reaper was peeking at him from above his shoulder, and if he didn’t know better, he’d say he was almost shy.
Fuck what he wouldn’t give to see his face.
“Don’t you want to fuck me? I can be… I can be good. I promise.”
Puppy eager.
He pressed his broad shoulders to the bedding and lifted his hips again. Helpfully. Submissive.
When he reached back, Jack didn’t even thick about shying away from the sharp claws tipping his gloves. He simply let Reaper curl his fingers around his cock and squeeze it appreciatively, the tips of his talons carefully scratching through his grey pubes.
“Are you – “ he had to swallow and restrain himself from fucking into the exploring, fumbling grasp of Reaper’s hand. “Are you begging me?”
His hands were still on Gabriel’s hips, though gentler this time; thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles into the dark skin. When Reaper kept silent – not out of anger or stubbornness, he realized; just in contemplation – he let one hand slide between his legs once again; cupping the vulnerable space behind his balls before giving them a gentle, affectionate squeeze.
Gabriel let out a long, rattling breath, his body becoming hazy and dark for a moment before he materialized himself again.
“Yesss,” he hissed, back arching. “I’m begging. Give me your cock, Jack. Fuck me-”
The words get stuck in his throat, when Jack unceremoniously pushes forward, the head of his dick – still held by Gabriel – pressing against his hole with slowly increasing pressure.
He watches breathlessly how the muscles start moving; stretching apart just for him. Submitting and accepting.
Reaper’s hand falls away the second the head of his dick pops in, and he becomes absolutely still.
When Soldier 76 reaches down below, and places one hand on his lower belly, he can feel it barely fluttering with the sharp, little breaths Reaper is taking.
“SSsshhh, Gabe.” He’s not thinking about the unfamiliarity of the name anymore. Gabriel is hot and tight around him; wet with lube as he swallows him down more and more. “I got you. You’ve wanted cock so bad, didn’t you? I give it to you. There you go… there you go. Open up for me.”
Good boy, he almost wants to say, and accompany it with an affectionate squeeze to the back of Reaper’s neck. Good. Boy.
When he bottoms out, he feels like he can feel Gabriel’s quick, little panting breaths vibrating around his dick. His ass feels good against his hip bones. As plush and muscular as he remembers it.
When he squeezes one of Gabriel’s thick thighs, it is in a subconscious imitation of how they operated in the before.
Reaper takes it in stride. He becomes liquid as soon as Jack starts moving; the rigidity of his body giving way to fluid grace as he easily takes the thrusts and leans back into them, low, wrecked groans spilling from his throat.
It doesn’t occur to Jack one second to get him to shut up.
Stupid, stupid, so so stupid.
Gabriel was making him stupid.
He was keeping his head down and eyes squeezed shut as he fucked him in sharp, little bursts, hips flicking like he were a much younger man. He almost wants to put one leg up on the creaking bunk for better leverage – to properly mount Gabriel and drill into him from a better angle. Fuck right into his belly and warm him up where he so obviously needed.
“More, more… fuck; Give me your cock, Morrison. Maldito-” He’s cursing in Spanish and squeezing down on Jack’s cock, and fuck how could he have ever forgotten what a demanding fuck Gabriel could be? How his muscles could ripple around a cock, milking and greedy for cum…
“Shut up, asshole; I’m giving you just as much as you deserve- I hate you, you damn…”
They’re babbling over each other, hands gripping and bodies straining towards the other as they fuck, and fight.
When Jack blindly grabs for Reaper’s cock, it feels feverish in his hand; like it is too hot to be human; the thick vein on the underside pulsing against his gripping fingers.
He can hear – and god damn feel it around his cock – when Gabriel suddenly holds his breath at the feeling of Jack’s hand on his dick; and maybe he shouldn’t do it; maybe he should keep Reaper on the edge until he’s begging some more; until he’s a come-dumb mess on Jack’s cock – but it is too tempting, fingers moving easily just the way they’d learned to years and years ago; squeezing harsh just beneath the thick head to get Gabriel to howl low and ragged and jerk almost off his cock as he came in pulsing, warm stripes.
They don’t get to catch their breaths, however, as a slow, oddly muffled clapping sound permeates the air, followed by a drawl that Soldier 76 knew only too well.
“Well, well, well… if that wasn’t a nice show, I dunno what is.”
Jack slowly turns his head, dread making his chest seize. He’s acutely aware that he’s still balls deep in Gabriel, and hasn’t even gotten to fucking cum yet.
But there McCree is, standing in the doorway of the barracks and with his gloved hands still put together in front of him. His eyes were shielded by the wide brim of his head, but there was a sharp, toothy grin on his face – an unlit cigar clamped between his teeth.
“McCree, I…”
“Awww now. Don’t let lil’ ol’ me keep you from enjoying the rest of ya labor. I’ll jus’ be outside, right? After all, we’ll have a mighty lot to discuss when ya come out. Ah think we’ll come to a very… satisfying agreement.”
His grin widened, if possible, just a bit more – and then he simply left.
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