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Extension June 2024 Drabble #1
🕑 Added 2024-07-01 05:34:41 +0000 UTCGabriel/Jack – Jack in his slutty little bathing suit get-up having to realize that Gabriel has the upper hand after all.
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Gabriel is straddling the lounger Morrison is on, trying not to sit down and get his dick even closer to the other’s ass, but… well, it’s an uncomfortable position to be in and at some point Morrison glances back at him and makes a face like he thinks Gabriel is the dumbest asshole on the planet, he finally plants his ass on the backs of Morrison’s legs.
He can feel the muscles flex beneath him. Even though Morrison has an almost non-existent ass, his leg muscles are made of steel. Gabriel isn’t entirely sure how that works but here he is, his fingers slippery with sunscreen and his eyes starting to itch because he’s refused to blink for way too long, staring at Morrison’s lily white freckled ass.
“Reyes. Are you going to start creaming my ass or should I go find a pool boy to do it for me?”
Gabriel’s eyes flick up, staring at the side of Jack’s face. He wonders for a second whether he is for fucking real but then he sees the slight grin on on the other’s face.
“Oh… you goddamn… yeah, I’ll start creaming your ass alright. Fucking Morrison-” Gabriel slaps his sunscreen covered hand onto Jack’s left cheek. The other gasps, hips awkwardly arching upward, though he is not truly able to move with Gabriel sitting his whole weight down on his legs.
“Shit, that’s cold.”
“Deal with it,” Gabriel growls, slapping his other hand onto the other cheek. He gets a nice grope in, fingers digging into the muscle and feeling Jack tense beneath him.
Gabriel makes it a point to rub a generous amount of sunscreen onto Jack’s ass, all the while staring at his crack where the elastic fabric of the speedos has bunched up into some form of T string. When Gabriel pushes on the cheeks and pulls them far apart, he can just about see a glimpse of Morrison’s pink rim peeking out past the sides of the fabric.
It’s giving him heart palpitations to see it.
“You know… isn’t it now the perfect time to get rid of those tan lines?” Gabriel asks in a low voice, fingers slightly slipping beneath the speedo bunched up over the tops of Jack’s cheeks. “Would be a shame to get out of a hard earned vacation not having a great body tan going.”
Jack turns his head, pillowing his other cheek on his arms, though probably just so Gabriel won’t see his smug expression as he replies with a voice that is obviously fake bored: “Eh… who cares. I mean… nobody is going to see my ass for a while, right? It’s not like work gives me lots of opportunities to get my dick wet.”
Gabriel exhales softly. His thumbs dig into Jack’s muscles, massaging his ass while he tries to figure out how he’ll get him to take off his swimwear without sounding like the unhinged pervert that he feels like right now.
Morrison even has the gall to start moaning the longer Gabriel rubs his ass and the backs of his thighs, occasionally slipping up toward the small of his back to massage circles into the tense muscles until they’re warm and loose in the hot sun.
“You gotta be kidding me,” Gabriel whispers. Jack does not react one way or the other but he must have heard it. He just stays where he is, even trying to shimmie his legs apart a little bit, though that is mostly hindered by Gabriel sitting on them.
“Oh no you don’t. You didn’t wanna play along so now you don’t get to be a fucking slut,” Gabriel growls louder. He makes up his mind, tugging the elastics of his swim shorts down until his fat erection bounces out into the warm air and he can carefully lift his heavy nuts out as well.
“What do you mean?”
He’s such a bad actor that it is grating to hear. It’s no wonder that Gabriel is getting charged with all the honeypot missions. Nobody would believe Jack Morrison anything. Certainly not that he’s gotten himself out to the pool dressed like this and not been angling for a dicking.
“I mean that you don’t get to try and be smooth, Morrison.”
“I don’t-” Jack doesn’t finish that sentence. Gabriel presses his cock between his ass cheeks and holds it there with a thumb hooked across its back, leaving him free to slowly fuck himself through the shallow valley of Morrison’s ass crack.
The other tries once again to hoist his hips up and angle himself into the touch but Gabriel puts more of his weight onto the backs of his legs, pinning him down without much effort as he stares at himself hot dogging Morrison.
The fabric of his speedos eagerly soaks up any moisture leaking from Gabriel’s dick until it is saturated and just becomes nice and shiny with it.
“What are you… what are you doing?” Jack groans after a minute or two of just panting softly into the crook of his arm and apparently waiting for Gabriel to get on with things. He turns his head, one bright blue eye staring at his partner over the rim of his dark sun glasses.
“What does it look like? I’m having fun,” Gabriel replies without remorse. There’s a small grin hidden in the corner of his mouth as he stares down at the sight of himself fucking through Jack’s ass crack. As he only needs one hand to keep himself slotted right where he wants to be, he has one free to feel Jack up; groping his ass and digging his fingers into the lines where his offensively pale skin meets the tanned part in sharp contrast.
Once again a wave goes through Jack’s body as he tries to buck up and dislodge Gabriel; or maybe get him to accidentally stick his dick into his pussy. However that maneuver is supposed to go – Gabriel has realized early on that a horny Morrison was a supremely stupid Morrison.
Deciding to fuck around with him some more, Gabriel hooks a thick finger beneath the string that Morrison’s speedo has been pulled into and lifts it up.
He listens to the other’s appreciative moan as he thinks he’s finally going to get stuffed with cock like he’s been hoping, but Gabriel just slots his dick beneath the fabric and lets it do the work that his thumb had been doing moments before, holding his dick nice and secure for him to fuck Morrison’s ass crack.
It takes a bit until Jack realizes what’s going on, at which point he throws his head back with an explosive groan. He rips the sunglasses off his face and jerks his head around, throwing Gabriel an exasperated stare.
“Just get on with it!”
“MMnnhhh… I don’t think so,” Gabriel replies as lazy as he can, his hips rocking nice and slow, fat breeder balls dragging against the tops of Jack’s thighs. He’s smeared the sunscreen down far enough that he feels nice and slippery with it. It’d be so easy to try and fit his dick into Jack’s unprepared hole like this… just let the sunscreen try and do the work. But it might be even more funny to just leaves Jack high and dry like that. Might make for a very fun rest of the day watching him become more and more unhinged with lust….
He presses a hand against the nape of Morrison’s neck, slamming him back down onto the lounger which rattles quite worryingly beneath their combined body weight but stays firm for now.
He frowns, focusing on getting up just enough that he can lean over the protesting Morrison and start fucking harder against his ass crack. The fabric of the speedo unfurls enough that it hugs to the tip of Gabriel’s cock. The feeling creeps through his body like a hot wire.
His thighs tremble. He pulls a stuttering breath into his lungs, cock jumping and wetness bubbling through the fabric of Morrison’s swimwear.
“Fuck… fuck that’s hot,” Gabriel grits through his clenched teeth, his hips pumping faster, heavy sac dragging against Jack’s ass and the tops of his thighs and leaving his pale skin flushed.
Like sunburn.
Jack keeps whining about it. He tries talking Gabriel into sticking in at least the tip… but it is too late.
Gabriel groans low and explosive as he starts coming. He pulls away, a trembling hand curling in a tight fist around his cock, squeezing out thick strands of cum onto Morrison’s ass cheeks.
He’s breathing heavily by the time he wipes the last few drops against his skin.
With a voice rough from orgasm, Gabriel rasps: “There you go… can’t have a better sunscreen than that.”
The look that Morrison shoots him is… honestly a little worrisome. It promises dire retribution later.
Oddly enough, Gabriel can’t wait for that to come. Morrison can come up with some wicked schemes in that blond head of his.
