#r76se2019

So Jack was here.  In his rooms.  Staring up at the ceiling with his legs flopped over the couch and his back arched uncomfortably.  He twisted his neck as he heard the handle turn, Reyes sauntering in like the entire room was his and not something he shared with another man.  If he found Jack’s position odd he didn’t say anything, choosing to sit on the couch and turn on the TV, playing one of his ridiculous soap operas.

“Are you just going to watch these all break?” Jack grumbled, already dreading two weeks of the same crap he’d seen a thousand times.

“You have a better idea, Sunshine?” Reyes asked without taking his eyes off the holovid.  He was, as always, the coolest thing in the room.  He was leaning against the back of the couch, one arm thrown over it and thighs spread lazily.  From his position Jack could just see the bare inside of Reyes’ thick thighs, his shorts had ridden up when he’d sat down.  Jack quickly glanced away, hoping Reyes would think he was bright red because it was a little warm in their rooms.  For being a high tech military base, it had shitty temperature control.

“Don’t call me Sunshine,” Jack muttered, realizing he’d been silent for way too long.

“What are you going to do about it, Sunshine?” Reyes taunted, finally taking his eyes off the TV to smirk down at Jack, “Huh, Boyscout?”

Jack said nothing, but only because his throat and closed up with some weird combination of rage and arousal.  A combination only Gabriel Reyes could make him feel so quickly.  As a matter of fact, Reyes had been bringing it out since the day they’d met five months ago, when he’d taken one look at Jack and burst into laughter.  As Jack recalled, he’d said: Who is this? My First War Ken Doll?

Reyes snorted, eyes going back to the screen, “Didn’t think so, pussy bitch.”

“Race you,” Jack said suddenly, sitting up on his elbows to glare at Reyes.

“Excuse me?” Reyes said a bit coldly, eyes darting down as if to pin Jack to the floor.  “Did I hear that right?  You want to challenge me to a race?  Knowing I’ll kick your ass?”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Jack slid his legs off the couch to stand up, looking down at Reyes, “I’ve had my share of shots, and you don’t train with my group anymore.  I’ll kick your ass, Reyes.”

“Oh, it’s on, Boyscout,”  Reyes stood up and got in Jack’s face with a snarl, their noses brushing and breath mingling.  It was only through iron self control that Jack didn’t close the distance and kiss him.  That, and the thought that Reyes might punch his head clean off.  Suddenly the heat didn’t matter nearly as much as showing Reyes just how far Jack had come since joining the program.  He’d always been faster than he’d been stronger, and he outstripped every recruit in his training group by miles.  So he was sure he could outrun Reyes, even if the man was a few months ahead in his shots.

They stalked outside and Jack was immediately hit by the heat of the day, the sun beating down on him mercilessly as he stripped out of his shirt.  He was going to burn, he just knew it.  Gabriel pulled off his shirt and started to stretch, Jack stared a little, watching the muscles in his back move under his skin as he limbered up for the race.

“One lap,” Reyes said, “around the perimeter.  Too fucking hot for any long distance shit, and besides, why waste time when we both know I’m going to cream you?”

I wish, Jack thought to himself idly as his eyes followed a trail of hair into Reyes’ shorts.

“Eyes up here, Sunshine,” Reyes snapped.

Jack coughed and glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck which was already slick with sweat, “Winner gets the others cake at mainline?”

Reyes was silent for a moment, Jack wanted to see his face but he was a little afraid to meet his eye after being caught staring so blatantly.  “Oh no,” Reyes was grinning when Jack glanced at him, “Loser has to do whatever the winner says.”

“Whatever?” Jack muttered, it got very cold and then very hot again all at once.

Reyes’ fingers curled under his chin, urging Jack’s head up so their eyes could meet, “Whatever.  So if you want something, farmboy, you’d better work for it.”

Jack glared, clenching his teeth together stubbornly, “Hope you like the taste of cock, Reyes, because you’re going to be sucking mine.”

Reyes looked delighted at that, pulling back and playfully punching Jack in the gut, “We’ll see about that.”

Jack coughed and bent over, taking a step back before Reyes could hit him again.  Even if it was playful it still hurt.  Now Jack really had something to play for, and he knew if Reyes win he wouldn’t enjoy whatever the guy made him do.  Probably clean the bathroom for the next two months.  They’d been taunting and dancing around each other for five months, if Jack could end this dance with a race then he’d do it.

They took their places at the corner of the perimeter, Jack crouching and getting ready to run for it.  He’d been in field and track in high school, the fastest man the school had ever seen.  It wasn’t just about speed and endurance, it was about technique.  Technique he didn’t think Reyes had.  While Reyes had said one lap around the perimeter wasn’t “long distance shit” it was still a four mile run, different from a normal sprint.

Reyes smirked at him, “Ready, set... GO!”

Reyes darted forward at full speed, but Jack only went fast enough to remain on his heels.  They could run far faster than the average man, for far longer, but Jack didn’t want to full tilt race Reyes in 100 degree heat for 4 miles. 

“What, was this race just an excuse to stare at my ass?” Reyes yelled as he ran just ahead of him.

Jack didn’t reply, he’d rather conserve his breath.  He was going to win this.  For the first three miles he dogged Reyes’ heels but didn’t try to pass him, watching the sweat drip down his back and yes, watching the bounce of his ass.  It was only an added bonus of remaining behind.  It wasn’t until the final stretch that Jack really started to run.  As he blew past Reyes he caught a glance at his look of surprise and grinned, legs pumping faster as he ran for their start area.  Reyes was dogging his heels now, and they were sprinting full tilt for the finish line.

Jack pulled ahead by a few feet right before twisting and hitting the fence with a laugh, “Not so fast now, are you-” Reyes slammed into him and they hit the dry grass, Jack struggling to get Reyes’ big, sweaty body off of him, “You fucking asshole!” Jack snarled as Reyes pinned him to the ground.  “You’re such a sore l-mmph!”

Reyes’ lips crashed over his, smothering his snarling instantly.  Jack was still for only a second, then the shock disappeared and he was grabbing Reyes, kissing him back just as harshly.  Their teeth clicked, their tongues pushed between their lips.  Reyes was a biter, Jack wasn’t surprised to find out.  He turned his head to gasp for breath and Reyes only started to kiss and suck down his sweaty neck.

It went so fast, Jack felt dizzy with want as Reyes kissed down his body and pushed down his shorts to pull out his cock.  In one swallow Jack was down his throat, Reyes’ nose pressed up against his skin.

“Oh fuck!” Jack moaned, reaching down to tangle his hands in Reyes’ messy, damp hair.

Reyes sucked him with wet, sloppy sounds, slurping loudly as he bobbed his head up and down the shaft.  Jack was painfully hard, thighs trembling as he tried to thrust up into Reyes’ mouth only to have his hand push down on Jack’s hips, pinning him down.  Jack may be faster, but Reyes had always been physically stronger.

It was over so fast it was embarrassing, all it took was Reyes swallowed his cock down on more time and Jack was crying out and spilling down his throat.  “S-Sorry, fuck, sorry I-” Jack babbled, but he was cut off as Reyes came up and kissed him.  It started hard then slowed down, went a little soft.

“There,” Reyes murmured, “you got your prize.”

Jack kissed him again, groaning as Reyes bit down lightly on his bottom lip, “I h-hate to say this but... I didn’t ask for that.”

“What?” Reyes sat back on his elbow, glaring down at him, “before the race started-”

“That was just shit-talking, did I actually say that was what I wanted you to do, Reyes?”

Reyes opened his mouth, shut it, scowled.  Jack grinned and laughed when Reyes thumped him on the chest and sat up, “You’re a bastard and I’m the only one who knows it.  What do you want?”

Jack sat up on his elbows, eyes trailing down Reyes’ chest to where his cock was tenting his shorts, “How about we got back to our rooms and you fuck me, Reyes.”

Jack had installed the finest air conditioning unit money could buy, but it could only do so much on hot, muggy days like today.  Why had he wanted to move back to Indiana again?  If Gabriel had had his way they’d be in a cabin in the Alaskan wilderness somewhere, but Jack had his family farm just waiting for him, and it had always been his dream to retire to the old farmhouse.  Jack sat at the old wooden table and sweat, watching Gabriel crouch down beside one of the vents spitting cool air.  He was swearing under his breath about the lack of decent insulation in old buildings.

Maybe it was time for some more major renovations.  They had money stored away, it was just a matter of finding someone they trust to do the work, it wasn’t exactly public that they’d run off together in their old age and Jack didn’t want publicity anymore than Gabriel did.  As the sun set Jack finally peeled himself off the chair and shuffled into the kitchen to grab some lemonade and pour a pair of glasses, already starting to drip with condensation as he picked them up, “C’mon,” he grunted at Gabe, leading the way to the front porch where a bench swing sat, its paint slowly peeling away.  With it growing dark it felt nicer outside than it did inside.  A fine mesh around the porch kept the bugs out but let the gentle wind in, ruffling Jack’s thin hair as he sat down.  Gabriel reluctantly slouched out a moment later, sitting beside him and taking a gulp of lemonade.

He glanced at the glass and snorted.

“What’s so funny?” Jack asked, sipping his own drink.

“Just the thought of us. Here.  Now.”  Gabriel’s voice was like the passing of a shadow over a grave, but his scarred face was genuine when he looked up and met Jack’s eye.

“Yeah,” Jack clinked their glasses together gently, a silent toast to however many quiet years they had ahead of them.  “But I’m glad.”