18th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 2nd Fill
R76 – continuation of B17F9 – old men rutting; feelings – Idiots in love.
He’s not the only one seduced into making an ass out of himself, at least. Jack is moving, working to get his legs apart and wrap one of them around Gabriel’s hip. When he lifts himself up, the new angle at which he grins his cock into Gabriel has him make a punched out sound as if he’s choking.
Gabriel bites into his bottom lip and pulls until it has to hurt. Jack stays still, panting, grey, half-blind eyes blearily staring at Gabriel until he has… pity… And lets go of him.
They stare at each other, hearts racing. Around them is hard rubble that has somehow found its way beneath Gabriel’s body armor and is digging into tender places. He wonders how it has to feel for the Soldier, lying on his back in the carnage.
At the far end of the fabric hall, a smoldering fire is lazily starting up.
Jack shifts, voice gone to shit as he rasps: “We should…”
“Yes,” Gabriel agrees quietly, even though he had sworn himself not to agree to a single fucking thing that this man proposed anymore. His hand is curling into a fist in the front of Jack’s jacket. He does not move an inch otherwise, pressing down on him, staring, and Jack stares back, grey eyes going even more glassy and heavy lidded.
He’s become an old man. In Gabriel’s head, he’s always been the same young, arrogant asshole, but now he just looks tired… And hurt.
Gabriel has become an old man, too, he supposes. The nanites just keep him running, frozen in time. He stares down at Jack, drawn in, needing another kiss, as shameful as that is.
“Gabriel…” Jack growls in warning. The heat is slowly climbing as the lazy fire gains purchase. He also does not pull away, mouth dropping open eager and easy for Gabriel to kiss, tongue slipping and all but petting against him without much conscious effort. His nanites are working overtime. He can almost feel their mindless robotic confusion at the warm satisfaction trickling through him.
They are not used to their host feeling content.
He pulls away from Jack with a soft, wet sound, breath coming in harsh puffs. They stare mutely at each other. Jack is delightfully flushed. Gabriel had forgotten just how much he’s missed the sight of him turned on, lips wet and a bit plump from kissing. Behind them, something cracks, and finally Gabriel moves into action.
One pair of claws curled in Jack’s hair, the other in his jacket, he bursts into smoke, pulling the old man with him out of the destroyed warehouse and towards the safe space he’s scoured out for himself not far off.
It’s not much, but it’s better than the rubble and fire.
Jack looks dazed after the unconventional transportation; nauseous even. Still he grabs for Gabriel the second the wraith has pulled himself together enough to get a grab on. Gabriel feels the hand and the sharp tug. His first instinct is to fight, but he tamps down on it and allows Jack to topple them around until Gabriel lands on his side with a soft thump and a grunt.
He almost expects the old Soldier to further bully him around; push him on his back and straddle him, just to show off his dominance, but it never comes.
Jack presses against his front, head nudging beneath Gabriel’s chin, nose at the hinge of his jaw.
Gabriel grunts softly, more disoriented by Jack’s behavior than the concussion from before. Jack’s still hard, he can feel him against himself, insistent and hot and heavy, but instead of rutting against him, he is just breathing, hands curled around Gabriel’s bicep.
Gabriel wonders if Jack has missed him just as much as Gabriel has missed him in return.
With age has come a modicum of manners, at least. They are breathing hot and wet against each other when Jack lifts his head again enough to press their mouths together in sloppy approximations of kisses.
Their hips do a similar little dance. They are pressed together so tightly, no real friction can be gained; just an overwhelming pressure against his throbbing cock that has tears well in his eyes. They are wearing heavy combat gear but still Gabriel can feel every flex of Jack’s cock through the layers.
Gabriel remembers how much he enjoyed Jack in their youth; when the country kid bullied him around to fuck hot and heavy against his ass and shoot his load prematurely, but he can’t deny that there is also something to be said about this older version; moving slow and deliberate, and grinding into him with a patience that is putting Gabriel’s teeth on edge.
They’ll be black and blue in a few hours where they grabbed at each other way too hard… and in another few hours it’ll all be vanished, the SEP taking any evidence of their encounter even decades after its conclusion.
The sounds Jack makes as he gets closer to his orgasm, are the same at least. The same low gravelly wheezes that peak into canine whines every now and then as his hands spasm around Gabriel’s bicep and shoulder and against his neck and hips – wherever he can get a grip on as he starts becoming almost nervously aroused, forehead pressed to Gabriel and eyes staring at him with bleary adoration.
Gabriel wants to look away, but he can’t. He curls one hand around Jack’s hip, digging the sharp claws into his ass to goad him into grinding even harder. Make it hurt.
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