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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Overwatch_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Jesse_McCree/Reaper_|_Gabriel_Reyes, Jesse_McCree_&_Reaper_|_Gabriel
      Reyes
  Character:
      Jesse_McCree, Reaper_|_Gabriel_Reyes
  Additional Tags:
      Dom/sub, Amputation, Hand_Jobs, Subspace, Age_Difference
  Series:
      Part 1 of I_rely_on_you
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-15 Words: 2105
****** Close to the edge ******
by roughlycut
Summary
     Jesse whimpers, the commanding tone in Reyes voice making him shiver,
     his body feeling like a spring wound too tight. Slowly he opens his
     eyes and turns his face up, meeting Reyes soft gaze.
     “Let me help you out,” he says, voice low as he drops his hand to on
     Jesse’s naked thigh, “spread your legs for me Jesse.”
Notes
     Though age isn't mentioned in this fic, the case here is that Jesse
     is under 18 and Gabriel over 35.
     If that's not your jam, don't read it :)
     Also a big shout out to flashrevolver for encouraging me to work on
     this after reading the initial, and abandoned, draft. You're the best
     <3
See the end of the work for more notes
Jesse is close, so close, chasing an orgasm that’s just out of reach,
desperately rutting against his pillow. He groans and repositions the best he
can, trying to avoid leaning on his not fully healed arm stumps, fresh white
bandages a stark contrast to his bruised skin. His cock throbs as pre cum leaks
through his boxers, adding to a growing wet stain. He’s exhausted from the
repetitive motion, sweat-slick hair sticking to his face and his neck. The
sound of his whimpers echo in the quiet of the sterile hospital room, air heavy
with his useless efforts to get himself off. It’s been almost two weeks since
he last managed, an unsatisfying orgasm achieved in the shower after a nurse
with a low-cut blouse had washed his hair and massaged his scalp a little.
Jesse huffs and tries to focus on the present, combing through fantasies,
hoping one will be enough to give him some much needed relief. He feels worn
out, his body tightly strung and tense, frustrated with being huddled up in the
hospital for weeks. Discarding one sexual fantasy after another, he lets go and
allows himself to think of Reyes, his commander at Blackwatch. Jesse ruts
faster as he remembers Reyes sweat slick skin sliding over strong muscle. Large
hands gripping at weights in the gym, fingers tightening around the bars as his
commander lifts his own weight. Jesse moans and feels his cock twitch against
the pillow with renewed enthusiasm, sucking in a deep breath as he feels
himself getting closer.
A click of the door leading into his room startles him, and swallows a yelp as
he rushes to rearrange himself on the bed, doing his best at untangling himself
from the sheets, without the use of his arms. The faint smell of Reyes sweat
and aftershave reaches Jesse’s nose, overpowering his senses and making it hard
to stop rutting.
“Jesse?”
He bites his lip at the sound of his commander’s voice, trying to slow down his
breathing, regain control over his body. Wiping his sweaty forehead on the
sheets, he hopes to erase trace of what he’d been doing. His pulse is racing
and he silently prays it won’t show how worked up he is. He’s supposed to be
resting and if his commander notices him sweating so profusely, he’ll surely
ask questions Jesse isn’t prepared to answer.
Reyes fingers breaches the slit in the curtain surrounding Jesse’s bed, pulling
it to the side in a swift move. There’s a tray of food in his hand and, judging
by the absence of smell, it’s cold.
“I didn’t know if you were sleeping,” Reyes says with a smile, putting the tray
on the bedside table and sitting down on the edge of the bed. The mattress dips
down and Jesse shifts his legs, trying to avoid his legs touching his
commander, as if the mere contact with his body would set his skin on fire.
“No. No, not right now,” Jesse mumbles, trying not to notice the way the tight
black t-shirt Reyes is wearing hugs his chest and biceps just right, fabric
darker in his armpits and on his chest. He’s trying not to care that he smells
like musk and talcum powder. But it’s making his cock twitch, hidden underneath
the covers, damp fabric clinging tight. Jesse can feel his ears burn as he
shamelessly looks Reyes over.
“You okay kid?”
Jesse just nods.
“We gonna have a fight over me helping you eat this time?” Reyes says, a
concerned look on his face. There’s a crease of worry between his brows, but
his eyes are mild.
Jesse shakes his head no.
“Good. Took two hours last time you know. And now the nurses tell me you
haven’t eaten properly in days,” Reyes continues, gesturing towards Jesse, “I
get worried kid. Your body needs to heal and it won’t if you don’t eat
anything. You know that.”
Jesse shrugs. He’s hungry and he definitely needs food. But last time, last
time Reyes had fed him it had felt weird. Intimate. He’d slipped into an
unfamiliar headspace, body lax and his head light. It had felt good, but he
wasn’t sure if it was supposed to. Reyes hadn’t seemed to mind having to coax
Jesse’s mouth open, telling him to chew properly, giving him small sips of
water. Jesse bites his lip as his cock throbs.
“You lost your voice kid?”
“No I just, I-I don’t feel so well,” Jesse tries, shifting uncomfortably. Reyes
puts his hand on Jesse’s thigh, warmth of his palm seeping through the fabric
of the duvet. A soft whimper escapes his lips, the seemingly innocent touch
sending shivers up through his leg. He’s so hard it’s almost painful and his
commander is just looking at him, soft smile and kind eyes, as he rubs his
thumb back and forth on Jesse’s leg.
“How about I get you out of this bed and over to the table, get you set up for
some food” Reyes suggests as he stands and turns, grabbing the corner of the
covers. Jesse wants to say no, wants to protest, but all he can do is watch,
useless stumps reaching forward, as Reyes pulls them away from Jesse’s naked
legs.
“Oh.”
Eyes wide with horror and ears burning with embarrassment Jesse stares at his
commander’s hand, still curled around the duvet he’s pulled all the way off of
him.
“Gab- Reyes, sir, I …” Jesse stutters, voice trailing off as he realizes that
there’s no way to explain this. In a delayed reaction he draws up his legs to
hide the obvious bulge in his boxers, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as
he just stares as Reyes’ hand. Silence fills the room, only thing audible being
Jesse’s own shallow breathing. A soft, almost inaudible, hum from Reyes makes
Jesse look down at his own knees. They’ve gotten skinny and wobbly, weeks of
being in the hospital making him lose weight and muscle, strength drained from
his body. Reyes hums again and drops the corner of the duvet. Jesse can see him
take a step closer and he clenches his eyes shot, afraid what will happen. He
jolts when he feels Reyes hand on his shoulder.
“Jesse, look at me,” Reyes says, voice stern but calming, giving Jesse’s
shoulder a light squeeze “it’s okay, kid, look at me.”
Jesse whimpers, the commanding tone in Reyes voice making him shiver, his body
feeling like a spring wound too tight. Slowly he opens his eyes and turns his
face up, meeting Reyes soft gaze.
“Let me help you out,” he says, voice low as he drops his hand to on Jesse’s
naked thigh, “spread your legs for me Jesse.”
All Jesse can do is nod, legs moving of their own free will, letting Reyes hand
slide closer to his cock tenting in his boxers, wet stain of pre-come making
the fabric darker around his cockhead.
“Let’s get you out of these,” Reyes says, leaning his knee on the mattress as
he grabs at the elastic waistband with both hands, effortlessly sliding them
off. Jesse tries to hide his face in his shoulder, feeling his commander’s eyes
on him.
“You look so good like this Jesse,” Reyes praises as he kicks off his shoes and
carefully positions himself between Jesse’s spread legs. His wide thighs make
Jesse’s own look even thinner than before, the stark contrast between them
clearly evident. Jesse bites his lip as he notices the weird feeling from being
fed return to his body, slowly leaning back on his pillow as his body relaxes.
Reyes runs a hand from Jesse’s knee to his hip, slowly, calloused fingers
circling his protruding hipbone, making him ache up into the touch with a soft
ah.
“I’m going to touch you Jesse,” Reyes says, hands just inches from Jesse’s
cock. Jesse just stares down at his commander’s hand, nodding in accept.
There’s a little bead of pre-come at the tip of his cock and he can’t help but
close his eyes as Reyes fingers close around the shaft. He feels his thumb
making small soft circles the wet slit, spreading it out. Jesse bucks upwards,
desperate for more friction, needing to get off. He attempts to thrust upwards
against Reyes hand, but his commander just chuckles slightly and loosens his
grip. Jesse’s eyes snap open and he looks up.
“You like the feel of my hand Jesse?”
He nods, tears forming in his eyes, as heat pools in his stomach. Reyes doesn’t
move his hand; he just holds it there. Jesse wants to answer, but the feather
light touch makes his skin vibrate and he closes his eyes again, feeling a warm
sort of calmness spreads throughout his body. The tension that’s been building
in his muscles from weeks in the hospital is still there, but he feels safe,
confident that Reyes will help him, that he’ll take care of it.
“Jesse,” Reyes voice reaches his ears and he opens his eyes again, slowly,
“answer me, Jesse.”
“Y-yes,” he finally responds, looking down at his commander’s hand, still
loosely wrapped around his flushed cock. His head is swimming, like there isn’t
enough air in the room and he faintly notices his own chest rising and falling
rapidly.
“Yes what?”
“Y-yes. Yes, I like the feel of your hand,” he says, a little louder, cheeks
burning as he looks straight at Reyes, tongue darting out to wet his lips,
“please touch me more, sir.”
His commander smiles and leans in closer, looking from Jesse’s face to his cock
and back up again. It feels like the room is getting smaller, closing in around
him. But it’s not uncomfortable. He feels safe, protected and warm. A jolt goes
through him as Reyes starts moving his hand again, and he can’t help but moan
as a warm feeling spreads throughout his body, anchored in his abdomen. Reyes
shushes him softly, flicking his wrist just right, wringing a whimper from
Jesse.
“Tell me when you’re close,” Reyes says under his breath, his free hand
soothingly rubbing on Jesse’s thigh, making his body relax even more. Jesse
nods, but struggles to keep his head up. He whimpers weekly, his words failing
him. Reyes shushes him again and moves closer, hoisting Jesse’s legs to rest on
top of his thighs, still spread out on each side.
“I’ve got you kid, I’ve got you,” he mumbles, making Jesse lean forward and
rest his head against Reyes broad chest. Jesse can feel tears spill from his
eyes, warm and wet trails on his cheeks. Reyes scent and his broad frame
overwhelms him and he suppresses a sob as Reyes moves his hand to rest on his
back. His shoulders fall back and he sucks in a deep breath.
“S-sir I’m gonna ah I’m close, so close, please,” he manages as he feels a
familiar tug in his groin, “please, please, please.”
“Go on Jesse, I’ve got you. It’s okay, let go,” Reyes whispers, rubbing his
thumb along the underside of Jesse’s cock, pushing him the rest of the way.
Jesse almost screams as his orgasm hits, absentmindedly pressing his mouth into
his commander’s shirt. His muffled moans drown out whatever it is Reyes is
saying, all Jesse gets is the rumble of his voice in his chest. He’s gasping
for air as his legs quiver, Reyes still stroking him, milking him. His body
goes lax, sagging against Reyes, engulfed by him. Jesse still can’t make out
what he’s saying, so he closes his eyes as he feels Reyes lay him back on his
pillows, warm hand wiping away his tears. He feels a shift of the weight on the
bed, his commander moving away. Jesse raises his bandaged arms, holding back a
sob. His body feels empty and his skin cold, desperate to feel Reyes touch
again.
“… not going anywhere kid, I’m still here, I’m right here,” he says
reassuringly, Jesse still struggling to make out all of the words. But he nods
just in case, acknowledging that he got the message, that his commander wasn’t
leaving him. Jesse feels his breathing slowing down as Reyes pulls the covers
up around him, wrapping them tight. The fabric feels softer and the bed warmer
than before, and exhaustion rolls over him as he feels Reyes hand in his hair,
petting him.
“You did so well kid, so well,” Reyes says soothingly, “get some rest, kid,
I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Jesse manages a nod and a small smile before drifting off, content with the
feeling of Reyes hand against his cheek.
End Notes
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