Patreon Compilation – Fic #56 – Reaper/Soldier76 – Watersports; young-ish Jack and Gabriel; suit kink – Young And Wet (Patreon)

Gabriel has to piss and Jack looks irresistible in his suit.

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While the crowd outside is still applauding like mad, Jack makes his quick retreat back behind the scenes. 

Gabriel is waiting there, leaning against one of the walls. He’s been watching the hectic to and fro of the people making sure everything is going smoothly and the audio is not going to frizz like last year, but now his attention is wholly on the tall, broad shouldered man with the surly expression.

Jack can smile all he wants for the public eye, but his resting bitch face is quite impressive.

Gabriel is all but hidden in the shadows, arms crossed in front of his chest as he watches Jack weaving his way through the throngs of people backstage. When the Strike Commander is close, he casually puts out one heavily booted foot.

Jack almost trips over it but somehow seems to sense the obstacle in the last moment. He still does a weird little hop as he lifts his leg above it last second, and then whirls around to get right into the culprit’s face.

There is a moment of confusion when he sees Gabriel – he might as well; officially, Gabriel is still in Hawaii sorting shit out – and he uses the confusion to reach out and grab the perfect tie around Jack’s neck.

“Hey there, handsome. How’d it go?” he asks as if they can’t still hear the people applauding outside and begging for Jack to come back out.

Having Jack out on stage is less like a political figure making some statements and more like a celebrity singer being adored by their fans. The higher ups like pushing Jack out because he is charming when he has to be, and people just like looking.

Gabriel likes it, too, to be honest – but that’s something else. He is allowed to do that; though right now Jack looks more annoyed than charmed. He grabs for his tie as well, holding the part closer to his throat to then roughly pull the fabric out of Gabriel’s fist.

“Stop this,” he grunts and turns away, stomping towards his dressing room. Gabriel lifts his eyebrows and after a moment or two to not make himself seem too desperate, he pushes off of the wall and trails after Jack.

As they walk and weave between people, he takes his time to look at Jack in his formal attire. Without his long coat the contours of his body are a lot more prevalent than usual. Broad shoulders and a tapered little waist.

No fucking ass to speak of but Gabriel doesn’t really care. He knows first hand how nice Jack’s tits are, after all.

Jack not-quite-stomps into his dressing room. He is loaded for reasons that Gabriel doesn’t know, nor really care about. Some demand of brass has probably not sit well with Jack.

He is a perpetual optimist, after all. It can be… rather exhausting.

Gabriel likes to focus more on the here-and-now. Like, for example, how delicious Jack looks in his suit and how much he wants to fucking ruin him in it.

Jack stands in front of the vanity and starts digging around in his various pockets for everything that he’s stuffed inside them throughout the day, but jumps and pauses when he sees the movement in the reflection of the mirror.

“Jesus,” he hisses when he realizes it is just Gabriel. He hasn’t yet picked up on the interested, dark gleam in his partner’s eyes. “What the Hell, Gabe?”

“Are you even allowed to swear?” Gabriel murmurs as he closes the door – and locks it.

Jack is frowning, watching him without turning around, his movements gone a bit slower as he pulls out his phone and some crumpled up notes to put on the vanity.

“Gabriel. What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d surprise you. Things were quick enough in Hawaii and I thought: ‘Jack will be pretty pissed just about now so I’d better have a look.’”

Jack’s already deep frown becomes rather exceptional as Gabriel comes closer.

“Just go away.”

“Nah…” Gabriel is close now. He reaches out and grabs Jack’s shoulder, fingers digging beneath the decorative items that have been sewed onto the jacket. He pulls roughly and Jack goes because he doesn’t want to damage his suit and make up a story to brass about it.

Gabriel knew he would. He grins slowly at him while Jack is glaring back. He is not in the mood (yet…) but Gabriel is.

And that’s what counts.

“You look pretty hot in that getup,” he murmurs as he looks around the room to see what he can use. In the end, he shrugs and just makes Jack sit on the vanity’s chair that’s behind him.

Jack’s brows are drawn into a fierce frown. He looks supremely annoyed with Gabriel right now, but that’s no problem for him; Jack has a history of being a stuck-up little bitch that needs to loosen a few buttons every now and then.

Shit, but that’s a nice thought. Get him to look a bit less pristine than he is…

“What the fuck do you want,” Jack asks flat. His lips are pressed together into a thin line; it doesn’t sit well with him that he has to look up at Gabriel like this when he is on his best way to being absolutely furious.

Gabriel grins at him slow and lazy. He plants one hand in Jack’s hair. He can feel how it is a bit stiff from whatever product has been put into it, but it gets better the longer he cards his fingers through it.

Jack reaches up and yanks Gabriel’s hand back down, his steel blue eyes looking like they’re about to shoot sparks. Fuck, but he’s angry. 

“Gabriel!”

“Calm the fuck down. i want you to blow me.”

He’s already worked his fly open with his free hand. Jack’s grip around his wrist becomes bruising but he is still wearing the white little gloves that go with his uniform and so he can’t dig his nails in the way he likes. He seems too stunned for a moment to react. He just watches as Gabriel fishes his cock out of his slacks and comes closer, offering him the tip after lazily pulling the foreskin back.

“Gabriel, I am not-” he starts, but Gabriel’s other hand is suddenly back in his hair, this time grabbing hard and pulling his head back.

“Suck me off or I’m going to jerk it onto your pretty uniform. How’s that?”

Jack looks dazed. He likes it when Gabriel gets rough, and his body’s immediate yes please reaction is at war with the impotent rage he seems to be dealing with today.

If only the public knew that their precious Jack Morrison has such a problem with anger management.

Gabriel is smearing the head of his dick against Jack’s tight lips, waiting for him to come to a decision and finally open up for him, but really… he kind of doesn’t want him to yield. The longer he thinks about messing up his pristine fucking uniform the more he really wants to do it.

Just… do something that will put him in a pickle. Something he’ll have to explain to someone. Something to see him messy and dirty in those neat little clothes that he always has to don like a boy going to church when brass yanks his chain and wants to show him off.

It’s alright that he’s being a stubborn bitch about it. It gives Gabriel enough time to think through what he wants to do.

His hand stays in Jack’s short hair, keeping a tight grip on it. He keeps his head far back so he doesn’t immediately realize what is going on when Gabriel starts to piss.

The stream is thick and strong, splashing against Jack’s chest. He grunts, confused by the feeling, not quite able to deduce what it is- and then his eyes fly wide open, mouth gaping at Gabriel is abject horror as the stench of urine seems to hit his nostrils.

He is stunned. Perplexed. Frozen in horror and unable to say or do a thing as Gabriel lets his head sink back and groans deep in his throat.

“Shit… you never know when you gotta piss like a horse until you actually do it… ah…”

He blinks slow and heavy-lidded, glancing down at Jack sitting there and staring at him, cheeks cherry red as the front of his suit is drenched in Gabriel’s piss.

Shit that looks good. That looks real good. But there’s something missing there still. He looks so goddamn proper, even with the pristine dress shirt see-through with liquid.

He should jerk off on him after all. Maybe even rough him up a little so a few buttons pop off.

Fuck… fuck, Gabriel needs to ruin this suit.