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R76 – Jack gropes Gabriel in public.

“Jack, holy shit,” Gabriel hisses, a note of earnest anger in his voice as he curls his fingers in a vice-like grip around Jack’s wrist and drags his hand away from where it has strayed to his ass again.

“This is why they don’t let us out anymore,” he continues, his face dark and stormy as he stares at Jack’s relaxed smile which only infuriates him more. He scoffs and lets go off his arm to turn away and stare through the window of the little pawn shop with a deep frown; not because he’s interested in what he is seeing, but just so he won’t start beating this damn idiot up in public.

“I just like being out with you,” Jack says in what Gabriel thinks must be his best jock impersonation. It is mind boggling, how a man as intelligent as Jack can revert into a fuckboy just because he’s let out in a mall with other people around.

“Fuck off,” Gabriel grunts. He can see Jack advancing on him in the reflection of the window, and rams his elbow into his side when the other soldier suddenly drapes himself over his back, arms coming around Gabriel’s hips, gently squeezing.

All Jack does is grunt, but he keeps otherwise clinging to Gabriel like an octopus. Gabriel can see people glancing at them as they walk past them, but probably because they’re both impossibly huge and meaty.

They probably wonder what kind of steroids they have taken to put on muscle mass like this.

Gabriel wonders it too, sometimes; but not as often as he used to.

Something big and warm is nudging against Gabriel’s ass, and he can feel himself flush, the heat shooting down his spine and settling in the small of his back.

“Morrison, holy fuck, what is wrong with you?!” he growls and pulls away sharply, starting a brisk walk down the shopping mall, his heart hammering in his chest. Behind him, he can hear Jack’s boots thumping against the floor as he follows him like a shadow, seemingly nonplussed by Gabriel’s reaction to his… everything.

He catches up easily, walking side by side with a silently fuming Gabriel, their shoulders bumping every now and then.

“Why are you so nervous?” Jack asks curiously after a few seconds of watching his companion quietly seethe.

Gabriel throws him a sharp look, wondering if Jack is fucking with him.

“We are in public, dipshit!”

“And…?”

Gabriel’s gaze must have become murderous because Jack sighs and snakes one arm around his waist. “Reyes. Calm down. We’re here for a day and then we’re gone again for a couple months. Who fucking knows where we’re even stationed next. Nobody will care.”

Gabriel can feel his pulse beating in the tips of his fingers. He feels hot and cold and plain weird that Jack ‘perfect soldier’ Morrison was trying to talk him into… he’s not even sure what.

As he thinks about it, Jack moves and slips his hand into the back pocket of Gabriel’s jeans, copping a generous feel of Gabriel’s ass.

While Gabriel is still softly gasping and trying to cope with that, he hears Jack grunt a dissatisfied: “Can’t feel a fucking thing like that-”

And then Jack’s hand is slipping into Gabriel’s jeans, right there in the middle of the mall while they are still walking. Gabriel can see kids on the other side of the lane, for crying out loud.

He is dumbfounded and horrified, his limbs not obeying as he tries to wrap his head around what Morrison could have taken to do shit like this.

Morrison utilizes his momentary lack of bodily autonomy to push him to the side of the lane they are walking on until Gabriel is standing with his back against a wall between a gourmet food store and a jewelry, his other hand now, too, shoved deep down the back of Gabriel’s jeans.

He grabs his ass with both hands, spreading the cheeks far apart, and nosing against Gabriel’s flushed ear which is radiating heat.

“God, I love your fat ass…” Jack rumbles into it, squeezing and kneading until Gabriel is almost squeaking, his big hands finding their way fumbling onto Jack’s hips.

“I’ll kill you,” he hisses into his ear, big dark eyes nervously glancing around them – but with his back to the wall it looks like they are just making out instead of him having to endure Jack’s finger rubbing against his hole.

Jack doesn’t seem bothered at all.

“You think I can make you come like this?”