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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Overwatch_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Jesse_McCree/Reaper_|_Gabriel_Reyes
  Character:
      Jesse_McCree, Reaper_|_Gabriel_Reyes
  Additional Tags:
      Blackwatch_Era, Oral_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Come_Swallowing, Cock_Warming
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-14 Words: 1548
****** catch the fruit when the tree is shaken ******
by silverette666
Summary
     "What do you want, Jessito?" A hand buries itself in McCree's hair to
     drag him closer. The gunslinger almost lets go of Gabe's balls to
     answer that when he's forcefully shoved against the sweaty crotch in
     front of him, preventing a response. "Think I'll just cum all over
     those pretty freckles of yours, hmm, cariño?"
Notes
     sending my thanks to the wonderful bonebo and the amazing dirtyhands
     for the beta (any remaining mistakes are my own). y'all rock, my
     guys!
     title comes from "under iron feet" by the flying eyes
See the end of the work for more notes
Cool air hits the back of Gabriel's neck; he shifts the stack of papers in his
hands, shuffles his feet. McCree groans quietly from under the desk, so Reyes
squeezes his thighs tight in retaliation, makes McCree choke around the thick
cock buried in his throat. Gabriel's stuck writing reports--between late-night
missions and time in the infirmary, everything's accumulated over the past
week--but, luckily, he has Jesse to help him with his chores.
The young gunslinger is currently kneeling at his feet, hands tight around
Reyes' hips while Gabriel's legs are thrown over his shoulders. The position
can't be too comfortable for McCree, having the burden of his CO's heavy thighs
pressing down on his shoulders relentlessly, but he doesn't seem to mind--if
the way he softly suckles at Gabe's length while pawing at his hips is any
indicator, he’s enjoying himself. Besides, it was his idea in the first place:
a flirty wink and a rumbled y'need help with that, Commander? being enough to
get Reyes to admit that yeah, maybe he did.
Gabe pushes back in his chair, dropping his pen to grab at the back of Jesse's
neck and bring him closer to his crotch. The agent groans, blood rushing to his
face, highlighting the dusting of freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of
his nose. Gabe brushes a thumb over a flushed cheekbone and drags it down to
McCree's lower lip, rubs at the glistening skin there. He briefly considers
sliding it in alongside his dick, stretching McCree's lips further, just to see
if the kid would--could--take it.
Everything below Jesse's chin is a mess, strands of slobber and precum bridging
the distance from his jaw to Reyes' full balls. He's been at his desk for some
time now, McCree between his thighs, perfect little mouth keeping his cock warm
while he was working. But he's finished now, and wants to reward Jesse for
being so patient and obedient.
Moving his hand from the back of the cowboy's neck to his forehead, Gabe slowly
pushes him away from his dick. McCree pulls off with a loud pop but immediately
grabs the base of Reyes' erection, stroking him root to tip once, twice, before
going back to nibble lightly at the head, his mouth watering as he licks up a
pearly bead of pre. His eyes never leave the commander's face, gaze hot and
heavy, entirely focused on getting a reaction out of the older man.
"Jesse, querido, that's enough," Gabe hisses when the gunslinger doesn't
relent, using the grip on his head to get McCree all the way off his cock.
Reyes replaces the hand on his dick with his own, bringing his thumb to the
cowboy's mouth. He hooks it in the corner of McCree's lips and tugs down,
exposing his lower teeth, rubbing against them for a moment before Jesse sucks
his thumb inside, instantly tonguing at the invading digit welcomingly. Reyes
smirks, satisfied, and resumes the lazy strokes over his own heated flesh.
McCree lets out a whimper, ducking to get at the pair of ripe balls hanging
below Gabe's dick, ignoring the finger still stuck in his mouth. He rests his
cheek against Reyes' leg where it meets his groin, eyes pleading, exhaling
softly over the heavy sac. "Please," he mumbles, voice muffled around the
intrusion, "lemme taste you." He tries pulling his lips close together to place
a kiss on a clothed thigh, surprised when his commander slips his thumb out and
allows him to do just that.
McCree starts licking at the loose skin of Reyes' balls right away, dragging
both orbs into the wet warmth of his mouth to roll them against his palate and
moan greedily. All the while he's alternating between watching the slip-slide
of Reyes' hand on his cock and his face, a pleading look in his eyes because he
still craves the heady tang of Gabe's taste across his tongue, the bitter
flavor of his release flooding his senses.
Reyes' strokes are speeding up now, the man furiously fisting his own cock
while his gaze roams over the cowboy's face; hungrily drinking in the sight of
the younger man at his feet, head framed by thick thighs, a deep red flush
spread across cheekbones, pupils dilated and fixated on the hard-on in front of
him. Jesse meets his eyes, groans and mumbles and whimpers when Gabriel slows
down and lets his dick rest over one half of McCree's face. He tries nuzzling
it without letting go of his mouthful, turning his face minutely to do that,
looking at Reyes from under his long lashes.
"What do you want, Jessito?" A hand buries itself in McCree's hair to drag him
closer. The gunslinger almost lets go of Gabe's balls to answer that when he's
forcefully shoved against the sweaty crotch in front of him, preventing a
response. "Think I'll just cum all over those pretty freckles of yours, hmm,
cariño?"
McCree tries to nod fervently at that, makes a noise of approval when the grip
in his hair doesn't allow him to, settles on staring at the flushed head of
Gabe's cock as best as he can and going cross-eyed with the effort. His mind's
going a mile per minute thinking that maybe, after Gabe's done, he'll get to
come as well; his trapped erection pulses weakly between his legs.
Reyes chuckles, goes back to working his own cock in a tight fist, squeezing
and twisting his wrist on the upstroke, watching McCree stare at the way the
ruddy tip peeks between his fingers. One of his hands is still gripping the
cowboy's hair, and he uses that to drag him away from his nutsack, Jesse
releasing his balls with a gasp; his mouth stays slack and open as he takes in
the scene before him. His tongue sneaks out to wet his lips, diving back down
to mouth at the base of Reyes' dick despite the punishing hand still holding
him firmly by the hair. Gabriel arches his back, swears, forcefully drags
McCree away and slaps his erection against his lips and cheek a couple of
times, mindful of the way Jesse's trying to grab at him.
"¡Deja de moverte, putita!" he groans, ignoring the whine coming out of Jesse.
The younger man calms down, choosing to knead at Reyes' thighs instead, keeping
his head bowed. He doesn't want to look at his commander right now, ashamed
that he's done something wrong in his eagerness. Gabe relents with a sigh,
turning Jesse's face towards him with a gentle nudge and guiding the tip of his
leaking penis to Jesse's lips; he smears them with precum before dipping his
cock in, watching the lights reflect off the glossy surface, a hand around the
agent's jaw while the other continues its motions. He can see that McCree is
getting impatient and so he speeds up his strokes, not wanting to keep the
young man waiting any longer.
A few moments later Gabriel freezes up, bares his throat to the room and cums,
moving desperately to pull out of Jesse's mouth and shoot across his face. The
first spurt of semen paints an uneven line across the gunslinger's lips,
sliding down to his patchy beard; the second and third go over a freckled
cheekbone, a brow, and the rest is lost inside Jesse's mouth when he moves to
capture the weeping head and suck lovingly at it, drawing up every last bit of
spunk Reyes has to offer. He moans, closes his one eye and shudders, fighting
the urge to swallow the mouthful sitting heavy and salty on his tongue. McCree
knows Gabe likes it when he keeps his load inside his hole for as long as he
can after they're done, and when his commander finishes in his mouth it's no
exception. Dutifully, the young cowboy parts his lips, a strand of cum thinning
but not breaking between them; he knows Reyes can see flashes of pink below the
mass of white currently coating his tongue, because the man growls, hand
abandoning his softening cock to dip a thumb inside, while the other rubs the
mess on Jesse's face into his skin.
McCree's the picture of perfect obedience right now, momentarily sated despite
his own erection still tenting his pants. Reyes cleans him up as best as he
can, scooping up little drops of come and feeding them to the cowboy before
they have a change to cool and become tacky. Jesse swallows everything nicely,
latching onto Gabe's fingers and licking them clean before giving his spent
prick the same treatment. Reyes doesn't hiss when the gunslinger gently laps up
at his oversensitive flesh; it's a close thing, though. He brings his feet down
onto the floor, pins and needles immediately crawling up his calves from the
sudden change in position, but he ignores the sting on favor of tucking himself
away and zipping up his pants. Jesse presses his forehead against his
commander's crotch, letting out a whine--apparently, he's remembered his own
need.
Reyes chuckles, drops a hand to Jesse's scalp, scratches gently through the
kid's unruly locks. He hadn't thought about returning the favor right now, but,
well, maybe he should consider a change of plans.
End Notes
     WOO finally posting this! if you have any ideas regarding a sequel
     come find me on tumblr&please yell at me about it!
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