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August 2024 Drabble #1
🕑 Added 2024-08-08 08:23:38 +0000 UTCReaper/Soldier76 – blindness; hurt/comfort; a/b/o; omega!Gabriel; alpha!Jack – They've only been friends so far, but Jack is more than eager to step up and take good care of Gabriel when his friend needs him the most.
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Jack stretches out his hand and touches Gabriel’s sweat slick shoulder with his fingertips. He frowns when the other’s muscles jump and he jerks away as if electrified.
“Easy,” Jack rumbles, following behind and touching Gabriel again. This time the other man’s reaction is not quite as big, but his face is tense and his eyes are wildly moving around the room.
“I can’t-”
“Yeah, I know,” Jack cuts him off. He steps a bit closer; drawn in by Gabriel’s warm heat scent and his tight expression in equal measures. He knows that look on Gabriel; when he’s trying to be calm but is actually starting to panic.
“Can’t you smell me?”
Gabriel bares his teeth. Jack can just about pull his hand away before he has them lodged in his flesh.
“I can smell you fucking everywhere, you damn idiot!” Gabriel starts to bounce his knee, the nervous energy coming to a fever pitch. “You’re filling the whole damn room with it, Morrison!”
Jack swallows thickly. “I… see.” His reply is lame. His brain functions are slowing down somewhat as he tunes in more and more into Gabriel’s distracting heat smell. “I can… I can tell you what I’m about to do, if you want.”
Gabriel bares his teeth again but it’s looking less aggressive this time. It’s more a distracted kind of warning, his eyes still aimlessly moving around the room. Every now and then they come to rest on Jack proper, staying still for a while, then moving away again.
It’s difficult to keep in mind that Gabriel is just following the sound of his voice and nothing else. Angela had been quite clear about her diagnosis earlier in the week.
“You want me to go?” Jack asks in a low voice.
Gabriel’s expression tenses again, his hand shooting out toward Jack and grabbing a tight hold of his belt the second his fingertips bump into it.
“No. I… ah…”
When Gabriel doesn’t finish the sentence, Jack steps closer toward him. Gabriel leans back a little in response, though with his hand holding on to Jack’s belt, it’s much easier for him to know where he is. It seems to calm him in a way.
“Careful now,” Jack warns before he touches both of Gabriel’s shoulders, fingers sliding through the sticky sweat to cup his neck and then further up to his jaw, holding it in each palm. “You smell so good right now,” he croons in a low voice. “Why don’t you just ignore the fucking vision question for a few hours and I take care of you, huh? Don’t need sight to get fucked out of your mind.”
Jack watches Gabriel go through it in just a few seconds. From grudging amusement, to anger, to exhausted acceptance.
“Gettin’ taken care of by Jack fuckin’ Morrison? Aren’t I a lucky Omega. Hundreds out there on base who’d fight me for the privilege.”
Jack steps just a bit closer still, moving between Gabriel’s spread knees until his shins hit the bed.
Gabriel’s breath hitches. There’s a moment of him fighting before he lets Jack guide his head toward his abdomen. A second later the Omega groans softly, nuzzling against the warm erection tenting Jack’s slacks.
“I don’t want to take care of any of them, though,” Jack murmurs in a low voice. “I want to take care of you.”
