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Your feet were cold. Your whole legs were freezing actually. Groaning, you shivered, attempting to draw them up into the warmth of the blanket. There was a movement at your back, a quiet rustling of the sheets. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes snapping open as the fog lifted from your addled brain. His breathing was slow and steady, stark in comparison to the panic that was beginning to take you as recollections of the night before hit you like a hypertrain.
…
Gabe had once been a close friend. The two of you had been tight since the Omnic Crisis. You’d fought side by side for years; he probably knew you better than your own mother. At least he had, a long time ago anyway. After your retirement from Overwatch and taking the job with the United Nations, the two of you had grown apart. Weekly calls turned into monthly, into once every few months or so, into never. Nothing had happened, just time and distance. He hadn’t slipped your mind completely, he still appeared in your thoughts from time to time, or whenever Overwatch was mentioned by a coworker or on the news. A flash of his face, how he had looked before the world had really gotten to him, would come to your mind. You’d picture the look he’d give you whenever you told a bad joke, his half-hearted disgust as he fought to hold back a grin. Just a flash, and then he would be gone, leaving you with a bittersweet taste in your mouth.
And then last night: the United Nations Masquerade Gala, thrown to commemorate the six-year anniversary of the Omnic Crisis’ end. The ballroom of the Beau-Rivage palace had been packed with a mixture of high society, celebrities, war heroes, some of Overwatch’s finest, and so many others, all hidden behind masks. Chatter and music-filled what space was left in the opulent hall. You had attended alone, having decided at the last minute you would go after peer pressure from your coworkers (apparently you were “too quiet and didn’t know how to have fun”, and in a lapse of judgement, you decided to prove them wrong, you could be fun, you were a god damned veteran of Overwatch).
So you found yourself standing quietly with a few of your coworkers, nodding along and smiling whenever attention was shifted to you, a champagne flute in your gloved hand. Your thoughts were elsewhere, on the paperwork you still had to file, for the investigation into a recent assassination of the recently elected president of Kurjikstan. And your heels dug into the side of your foot. And oh god, Brian was talking about his trip to Mykonos again. If you really had to listen to him talk about Greek girls again (maybe you could talk to HR, cite him for inappropriate behavior and sexual harassment) you were going to go insane.
“-And did I tell you about the hydrofoil expedition? I mean even the omnic serving girls-” He whistles, taking a sip of his champagne.
“I’m gonna run to the restroom.” You butt in, downing the rest of your champagne and whirling around, leaving before anyone could get a word in.
It happened in a blur, there had been an outburst at one of the nearby serving tables, a woman with a thick russian accent getting all too into a bad impression of Reinhardt Lindholm, knocking into a serving boy, who fell into you. The surrounding guests’ attention was suddenly all on the two of you on the floor, and you found yourself loving this masquerade just for the fact that it gave you a mask to hide the bright blush that was surely coloring your cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, ma’am-”
“I’m alright-”
“Are you sure, I’m so so sorry, we can reimburse you-” You picked up a couple of the spilled flutes, one had shattered. “Oh please don’t worry over it-”.
“I’m sure, I-” There was chuckling, some hushed whispers and snickering.
“At least let me get you something to clean yourself up-” The young man continued asking if there was anything he could do or if you were sure you were okay. You laughed, reassuring him that ‘yes, you were okay’ and ‘no, nothing spilled on your dress.’
A man in a dark burgundy velvet suit reached down to lend you a hand up. You gratefully took it, careful not to give anyone an eyeful (the thigh slit of your dress came up dangerously high) as you climbed to your feet.
“Thanks,” You laughed again, looking over your shoulder to check on the server, who’d just risen to his feet. The woman was clearly embarrassed, fussing over the poor boy.
“That was a really bad impression of Reinhardt” The man chuckled, letting go of your hand, allowing it to fall at your side.
“I wasn’t going to say anything,” you paused, and the man watched you for a moment, “but that was really bad wasn’t it?” You found yourself laughing again.
The band quieted, and the chime of a champagne flute played over the speakers. The crowd slowly silenced, attention diverting to the stage. Your new companion turned and you followed his gaze to a man you recognized as the United Nations director of public affairs standing before the room.
He went into a speech that you struggled to focus on, your attention fixing instead on the man standing next to you. His mask was beautiful, a heart-shaped, bone-white ceramic mask with gold paint details around the edges and inky onyx holes for the eyes. A barn owl, you realized. His dark hair was shaved close to his skull, you could see it starting to turn silvery around his temples. The suit he wore was obviously expensive, a rich dark red crushed velvet, and black satin lapels. (Vaguely you wondered if he was hot, the room was packed and velvet is a hot material, and wow he’s hot.) The man was more than attractive, even if his face was hidden behind that haunting mask.
He must have sensed your stare, turning to look down at you.
The director stopped speaking, and the guests around you applauded, you ripped your gaze from the black eye holes, clapping alongside them despite having ignored the entire speech. The guests began moving, pairing up or retreating to the edges of the wall. Confused, you whipped your head around. The man cleared his throat and you turned back to him. He offered you a hand, and you faltered.
“Can I ask for a clumsy woman to dance with me?”
“The Reinhardt enthusiast looks taken.” You bit back drily, nodding your head in her direction. He chuckled, and you found yourself loving the sound of it. Something tugged at your gut, a feeling that you were missing something. You pushed it away. “But I promise I have two left feet too.” You slipped your hand into his, and he pulled you a little bit closer, a large hand resting easily on your hip. Your other hand slid atop his shoulder. The floor cleared, and the music began.
It wasn’t too fast, you could keep up with his movements even in your shiny silver heels. You hadn’t danced in forever. There had been the one mission with Overwatch, at a party held by Omnitech, maybe a year after the end of the Omnic Crisis. But you had only learned a couple of dances for that. You remembered Gabriel’s frustration with your inability to follow along as you’d been training with him for the party. (You think his exact words had been: “you can beat nearly everyone in this room in hand to hand, and you rival Amari in sharpshooting when given a rifle, but you can’t follow along in a waltz?”) You shook the thought from your head, missing a step and nearly stumbling, but your partner caught you. You breathed an apology, suddenly aware of the man’s closeness. Your heart thudded in your chest, heat rising to your cheeks again.
“Don’t apologize, you’re doing fine.” He squeezed your hand. Your eyes dropped to the floor, trying desperately to watch your footing. The last thing you wanted to do right now was to step on- “Hey, eyes up. Watching your feet isn’t going to keep them from stepping on me.” You kept quiet, your eyes moving instead to his hand. There was a scar crossing up from his right palm. “Just follow along with me, you don’t need to lead this.” His hand was warm on your side, you could feel it through the thin black satin dress. It sent a shiver up your spine.
“I used to drive my best friend nuts trying to lead him while we’d dance.” You mumbled. He huffed, amused. His grasp on your hip pulled you into a turn, you tried to follow with him. Your eyes fell back to where your hands were clasped, the scar coming over to the top of his hand.
“I’m a good dancer, if you wanted-.” That feeling nagged at you, there was something right in front of your face. “-I could give you some practice somewhere with less people.” You choked, eyes flying up to his mask and away from the scar, surprised for a moment. Had he just offered…? He winced, “unless that was too forward-”. Your mouth hung open for a heartbeat too long before you caught yourself.
“No!” You swallowed, quickly surveying to see if anyone paid mind to your outburst. “No, it wasn’t, I was just a little surprised, I… I would like that.” His shoulders relaxed, that sinfully heavy hand on your hip rubbing a circle into the satin. You found yourself getting closer to his body, reveling in the way you heard his breath hitch.
“I’m glad to hear it.” His voice was huskier, and a heat grew between your legs. His hand squeezed yours again, your attention once again diverted to the scar.
Where had you seen it?
You felt your gut drop with the realization, all color leaving your face.
The eighth floor of an apartment building in Oslo, facing the city center. The rest of the squad had been fighting on the ground while you provided sniper cover from above. It had primarily been B73’s, and a couple of the newer E54’s. B73’s were easy, you must have taken hundreds down during the Crisis. It was the upgraded E54’s with their gatling guns that were challenging.
You peered down the scope of your rifle, spotting Rein charge and pin two of the omnics, destroying them as he rammed into the side of the bank across the plaza, sending rubble and glass flying. Your attention shifted to Strike Commander Morrison and Torb, positioned at the dockside and ensuring the last civilian evac ship got off safely. They were making quick work of the smaller omnics as Amari picked off some of the bots coming up on Reinhart from her perch in the skywalk. Reyes was a couple floors down, cleaning up a group of omnic slicers.
It was foggy, the sky hung low over the city, seeming to muffle the gunfire and small explosions. Despite the chaos, the fight felt subdued and quiet. It was unsettling. Your earpiece crackled to life, a frantic voice rushing through the speakers.
“Ground team, we have reports of what seems to be a titan-class omnic surfacing in the bay directly south of you.”
Fuck.
You whipped around from the window, holding your rifle close to your chest and running back through the apartment, out to the hall and to the stairs to climb to the roof, three floors up.
“Watcher, I’m tied up, get eyes on the titan.” Amari’s voice cut in.
“Already on it!” You replied, throwing the door to the roof access open and sprinting to the edge of the roof.
The titan, while a smaller model, was immense. It had just broken the surface of the water, waves crashing around it as it lumbered towards the city. Its wake slammed into the surrounding shores and docks. The titan rose to its full height, the bay up to its hips, and yet easily towering ten stories above that point. Water poured from its barnacled armor. Its torso was a squat shape, its head set into its body, rather than upon a neck. The shape of it reminded you almost of an old movie character you’d seen as a kid, a one-eyed green monster, named Matt maybe? Mark? Mark Wachowski? In place of a left hand was what looked to be a plasma torch(still unlit, thank everything good in this world), it’s right hand was a massive claw.
“It’s headed our way, 3 klicks out. Torb, if I’m identifying this thing right, it looks to be a Shipbreaker Titan.”
“Makes sense, but it doesn’t make our job any easier!” He growled, and you could hear the scowl on his face.
“When is our job ever easy?” Reyes’ voice had a sarcastic lilt to it. “Watcher, I’m coming up to your position, gonna try to get close as possible to its head.”
“Got it, I advise all units to push back from the waterfront or gain some higher ground.” You took a shot at a siege automaton that was coming up on Morrison and Torb, stopping it in its tracks with a well placed bullet to its processor.
“Affirmative, the last ship just took off. Evac will be complete when they get out of the bay. First priority is making sure that ship escapes. Second is preventing the city from being leveled.” Morrison grunted, as you watched the two men on the ground retreat to cover with Reinhardt.
The titan had reached the waterfront pier, its wake spilling up into the plaza in a surge and washing over the bricked ground. There were footsteps behind you.
“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” Reyes’ voice came from above where you had perched yourself. You could hear the smile on his face.
“Nothing much, honey bunch.” You grinned, leaving the scope of your rifle to squint up at him. He smiled, dropping down to the balls of his feet to crouch besides you, his dark eyes flicking up to the Shipbreaker.
“Who’s your new friend?”
“Just some guy I met while partying in Norway.” You said, a cheeky lilt to your words. He chuckled.
“Should I be jealous?”
“What the hell are you two doing over there?” Amari’s voice crackled in over the comms, annoyance dripping from her words. Reyes made a face and you had to bite back a laugh, focusing back on the titan that had decided to climb up out of the water.
It fisted its claw hand, and it must have decided the best way to lay waste to the city was to simply start punching. It slammed into the apartments across the square. A cloud of dust billowed up as it demolished half the building in one go. Rubble crashed to the ground, shattering as the titan struggled to yank its arm free.
“If I can get in there I can start wrecking some stuff.” Reyes gestured up at the beast’s flat head, where you remembered Torb saying something about an emergency evac door, from when the titans had been massive mechs.
“We’ll get its attention then!” Reinhardt’s gravelly voice roared, and down below, his shield lit up blue. Turret fire erupted, sending a spray of bullets at the titan, who had finally pulled its arm free, showering the courtyard with concrete and broken glass. Morrison had climbed out from behind the shield, up onto a pile of rubble and fired helix rockets, all three hitting the titan square in its red eye.
Mike. Mike was the name of the monster from the movie.
The Shipbreaker, Mike, you decided its name was, turned to look down at its attackers. Mike drew its arm up to strike down on them. You pulled the trigger, striking its eye where Morrison had earlier. Mike faltered, its claw going instead to cover its eye. The plasma torch hand made a snapping noise, and instinctively you clenched your eyes shut, looking away.
The torch was hot enough to feel from this distance. There was a rush of air, and Mike swiped the torch through the building.
Everything happened too fast. There was a deep groaning and snapping sound that shook your bones. The ground beneath your feet lurched. Your stomach dropped, and your rifle was ripped from your grasp with sudden force. And you fell.
There was a grip around your left wrist. Your arm was torn from its socket with a sickening pop. But you weren’t falling. A whimper forced its way from your lips on its own volition. Your wrist was being pulled up, and you managed to drop your head back to look up at your hand, where Reyes had grabbed on with both hands and held for your life.
You couldn’t breathe, could only stare up at the man as he grasped on to you. He pulled, and you could only dangle there, all air gone from your lungs. Your shoulder was a white hot searing pain, radiating out to the rest of your body in an unrelenting wave. He was straining, his calloused hands holding with everything he had as he pulled you further, until you could almost reach up and grab the ledge with your free hand.
His foot slipped. There was a lurch. One of his hands let go, grasping the broken glass railing. It slid, a line of scarlet blooming across his palm and pouring down the glass. He grunted some curse, lunging forward with his bloodied hand and finally yanking you back up over the edge of the roof as he fell backwards, pulling you with him.
You fell atop him, your body screaming with pain, but you rolled over, laying there next to him, cradling your displaced arm over your heaving chest. You were silent, unable to do anything more than try to breathe. Reyes seemed to do the same, gasping for air. His unharmed hand held the gash. There was a buzzing in your ears. Your head felt faint. Reyes looked over to you, his lips moving as he asked you something. The words were a mumble, lost in a haze of pain and dust. You started to cry, hot, wet, and salty tears rolling down your dirtied face. Reyes shifted onto his side, reached over, his uninjured hand gently and slowly wiping away the tears. He said something again, his words muffled. You couldn’t pull your blurred gaze from his dark eyes. It was something important, whatever he was saying. You weren’t sure though, because you lost consciousness soon after.
From what you’d heard in post mission reports and out of your teammates’ accounts, the dropship had picked you and the commander up from the roof. You were passed out from shock, and Reyes had carried you in. The cut on his hand had crossed his entire palm, wrapping up and over to the back of his hand. Mike had destroyed most of Aker Brygge, but Overwatch bombers finished the job as they took the Shipbreaker down. Oslo city center had been demolished. The final evacuation ship had managed to escape. Everyone had made it out with minimal injury. Reyes had passed out with exhaustion soon after the onboard medics had confirmed that you would be fine.
His hand had scarred: a straight, pink line, maybe half a centimeter thick. Reyes had played it off, no big deal. ‘A small price to pay, in order to save his terrible dance partner’ had been his words. But his hand had scarred.
Your gaze whipped back up to the man, a million thoughts running through your head.
Your hand went limp in his, you stumbled again. The man slowed, and any words you had ready died in your mouth.
“Gabe?” You breathed.
It was his turn to falter, his body immediately tensing. Your hands left his body, flying to where your mask sat on your cheekbones before you even had time to think about what you were doing. You ripped it from your face, eyes wide.
“It’s me.” Your voice was shaky. You think if he became any tenser he might snap. He mirrored your actions, tearing away his own mask.
His face was the same, but age was starting to catch up with him. There were new lines between his eyebrows, from where he pulled them down into his serious expression. A new set of scars stretched over his right cheekbone, and the bags under his dark brown eyes were deeper and darker than you’d ever seen them. He looked worn out, but the smile that was pulling at the corners of his mouth was bright as the sun.
“Gabriel Reyes, what the hell?” You couldn’t stop the grin from splitting your face in two, your heart in your throat as you launched yourself at the man, pulling yourself into his chest and just laughing. He wrapped himself around you, digging his face into your hair and likely ruining the shitty updo you’d attempted. You didn't mind.
A couple of dancers bumped into you, pushing you further into him and causing him to bump his chin into your head.
“Ow, fuck.” He grumbled, one of his arms unwrapping from around you and going up to gingerly massage his bearded chin. Your head hurt too, but you could only laugh, pulling yourself away and escorting him off the dance floor.
“I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see you in person again!” You weren’t sure if the smile on your face would ever leave as you took him in, hands still resting gently on his forearms. “I get to see you on the news, but that’s not the same. And not nearly as flattering, they make you look so old!” He gave you a fake admonished look, his hands sliding up to hold yours.
“I don’t look old.” He muttered, the corner of his lip twitching up in a crooked smile.
“You look- you look great.” You forced your smile into a pretend frown, drawing your eyebrows together as you looked him up and down. The sparkle in his eyes made you break out in another smile, unable to hold it in. You fidgeted with your mask in your hands before finally placing it onto the table next to you. You’d just have to try to remember to get it later.
“You do too.” His voice was unexpectedly soft. And then he paled, going tense. Your stomach dropped faster than the expression on your face. “I’m sorry! About asking you if you wanted to…”
Confusion gripped you, and you squeezed his hands.
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I didn’t know-.”
Oh. Oh. Oh that.
You snorted, and the worry on his face shifted to concern. Letting go of his hands, you patted him playfully on the chest, trying to ignore the sudden heat that exploded in your cheeks. And elsewhere.
“No harm done. I woulda done the same thing.” He visibly relaxed, his tight shoulders dropping with relief. And then tensing again as you both realized your words. “I mean- you know.” You looked away, biting your lip as a semi-awkward silence took over.
“So…”
“So…” You stuttered, desperately trying to come up with something new to talk about. “You do this often?” His brown eyes shot back to your face, a look of unsurety crossing it once more. “Come to big fancy galas? Pick up awkward girls in both the literal and figurative sense?”
Reyes chuckled, seeming to finally relax once more. The sound was nice. You missed it.
“Our buddy Morrison made me.”
“Come to the gala or pick up girls?” You teased, trying to ignore that weird feeling that came with the idea of him going home with someone. He rolled his eyes, an easygoing smirk on his face. “How’s work going? Keeping busy over there at Overwatch? I heard you were at that explosion in Rome. I’m probably not allowed to ask, but what happened?”
You didn’t expect the darkening of his eyes. A twinge that something was wrong twisted in your gut.
“I don’t wanna talk about my work.” He grumbled, but noticed the concern on your face and cleared his throat. “How about you? Left a life of excitement with Overwatch and came to the UN? You always hated paper pushing.”
You forced away the feeling, a shaky smile returning to your face.
“Rather not talk about work.” Reyes nodded in agreement before clearing his throat and gesturing around the room.
“So why a masquerade?”
You huffed, rolling your eyes.
“It’s supposed to symbolize how ‘everyone played a part in defeating the omnic threat’.” You imitated the clipped tone of the woman who had given you the invitation during work. “Because apparently action movie hero Brett Alexander did just as much as you.” You elbowed him gently, gesturing to the blond actor across the room. Reyes scoffed, mirroring your earlier sentiment and rolling his eyes in agreement.
“God, didn’t he just recently play Jack in that movie about the South African omnic crisis?” You snorted.
“I heard about that. Apparently he gets together with Angela.” Reyes groaned.
“Dear god.”
“Yeah, but he did a lot to help out during the crisis.” You feigned earnesty, peering up at your former commander, your eyes wide. It was Reyes’ turn to laugh, and the sound was infectious, cracking the innocent facade plastered on your face. His dark eyes landed softly on your face, warm and full as he watched you laugh.
“There y’are, Reyes! Y’left me all on my lonesome, I’ve been fightin’ off some mighty uncomfy questions all night.”
A boy, who honestly couldn’t have been more than twenty, sauntered up to Reyes. His plain, but nice, suit fit him well, but there was something in his manner that said he was anything but comfortable in the expensive clothes. The boy’s medium length brown hair was parted down the middle, but had clearly been tousled, falling down the sides of his face. He wore a simple black mask that reminded you of a bandit from some hundred-year-old spaghetti western.
Reyes’ gaze flicked over to the boy, the softness leaving his eyes, replaced with a look that reminded you of an exasperated father.
“Jesse. We talked about the boots.”
Your eyes dropped to Jesse’s feet, which had been clad in a well-worn, dusty pair of brown cowboy boots. You chuckled.
“Nice kicks.”
“Thank you much, darlin’.” He winked at you, and held his hand up to shake. You obliged him. “Reyes, ‘s bad manners t’not introduce yer beautiful friend here.”
You smirked up at the man next to you. Reyes grumbled something under his breath before finally giving your first name.
“We met back during the Omnic Crisis. Served together on the original Overwatch squad. We were close friends.” There was a twinge in your gut that you tactfully decided to push away and ignore.
“Name’s Jesse. ‘S mighty fine to make yer acquaintance. We should get drinks after this. Make a little bit more’n acquaintances. If I could snag ya from dear old Reyes that is.” He confidently drawled, his brown eyes dragging down, and then back up your body. Your cheeks flushed, and Reyes bristled next to you.
“Jesse, time for you to go find somewhere else to be.” The cowboy shrugged, flashing a bright white grin at you and giving you a lazy, two fingered salute. You chuckled.
“It was nice meeting you, Jesse.”
“Some other time darlin’.” He sauntered away, off to go find someone else to attempt to swoon, you figured.
Reyes scoffed, crossing his broad arms tight across his chest as he watched the boy retreat through narrowed eyes and scrunched eyebrows. A smirk pulled at the corner of your mouth.
“Jealous?” You teased, tone light and easy. He didn’t look down at you as you turned to stand in front of him, patting his chest playfully. Reyes scoffed, still avoiding your eyes. “You shouldn’t be, I could be getting better acquainted with him, and I chose to be right here with you.”
“I don’t have anything to be jealous of.”
The man finally met your eyes, a strange look on his handsome face. You found yourself flushing again, but steeled yourself, holding his gaze for just a few more seconds. You weren’t quite sure what it was. Annoyance maybe? There was a heat to it that thickened the air around you. Your breath caught in your throat, and suddenly realizing your closeness, you tore your eyes away, licking your lips as you backed off to stand at his side again.
I don’t have anything to be jealous of.
What did that mean? Was he gently putting you in your place? Telling you that he didn’t and would never see you in that way? You’d been joking. Why did he sound so serious? Your mouth was dry. Maybe he was subtly letting you know he knew what you were thinking. That you were probably more interested in him than you should be. It was just a dumb joke. You were joking. That’s all there was to-.
“I’ve never been a huge fan of champagne. Do you want to ditch this thing and grab some real drinks?” His voice was close, he’d leaned down to mumble it into your ear, his lips all too close to you.
“Yes!” You replied with too much enthusiasm, but you were anxious to remove yourself from this situation. He laughed, snaking his arm around your waist and escorting you through the throngs of people. You tried to ignore the warmth of his hand on your hip, and push away the wish that he’d drop it a little lower.
The entrance to the ballroom was packed, throngs of people crowding the space and making it near impossible to get through.
“Let’s take a different door.” You looked up to your companion. He nodded, spinning around and scanning the walls for another exit.
You spotted it before he did, and pointed to the door hidden behind the buffet table.
The door opened into a dark hallway, and shut behind you with a soft click. The sounds in the ballroom were muffled. Reyes let go of you, and you found a part of you missing the contact. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the low lighting.
“I think the main hallway is this way.” Reyes’ deep voice seemed much louder now that the cacophony of the ballroom had quieted. You followed after him, your heels clicking on the marble floor.
“I’m glad you came tonight, Reyes.”
It was quiet for a beat, save for the sounds of your footsteps and the whisking of your skirt.
“Me too.”
Your heart pounded in your chest.
“Hey, I wanted to-.” He started, and he must have stopped to turn around and look at you because you found yourself crashing into him. He stumbled, grabbing onto your arms, and pulling you with him. You landed on his chest in a clumsy tangle of limbs.
“Oof, shit I’m sorry!” You started to push yourself up and off of him but faltered. He was quiet beneath you.
You could feel his breath on your lips, and the pounding of his heartbeat through his suit. And a hardening between his legs. You froze, your mouth fell open, like some moronic fish, as your brain tried desperately to process what was happening.
“I am so sorry-.” He started, his voice hoarse.
You lowered yourself back down to his face, stopping him dead in his tracks.
“Can I kiss you?”
The sound that left his throat was a weak and keening whine. You’d never heard anything like it from him, a heat exploding between your legs. Before thinking it through, you took it as a yes, crashing into his lips with yours. Your teeth clicked together uncomfortably and you giggled into the kiss. The man beneath you groaned, his hands flying up to your hips. He opened the kiss, and you mirrored his action, allowing his tongue entrance. Your hands rested on his chest, fisting the fine fabric of his tux. His goatee was scratchy on your face. You drew your legs up to his sides, giving you a better angle to grind against him. It was your turn to moan as his hands slid down to hold your ass, groping and squeezing.
You broke away for air, gasping as his hands explored your body.
“Is this okay?” He whispered, a twinge of concern evident in his voice.
“God, yes.” Reyes kissed you again, harder this time, drawing you back in. The arousal between your legs was unbearable. He captured your lower lip between his teeth, and you couldn’t help the groan that ripped itself from you. His cock was hard, you could feel it against your inner thigh. You ground down against him again, and he pulled away, a raggedy breath escaping his lips.
”Let’s skip the drinks.” He murmured, his lips finding your neck.
“I’m staying here for the night. Come up to my room.” You grinned, clenching your eyes shut and biting back another moan as his teeth nipped the tender skin above your clavicle.
“I’d like nothing more.” He breathed. “Except maybe fucking you into the floor right here.” That was hot. And tempting. The image of your fancy bed came to mind, and the idea of him fucking you into the plush blankets and soft sheets. You had to peel yourself from him, attempting to ignore the pained whine he produced as you removed yourself, climbing to your feet and offering him a hand up. He sat up, gently grasping your wrist. His head turned, maintaining eye contact as he softly pressed a kiss to your palm. You almost short circuited. Reyes flashed a devilish smile, pulling himself up and all too close to you.
He pressed another not-so-innocent kiss to your lips, and you were tempted to tell him to forget your room. Reyes pulled away though, his hand trailing down your bare back, goosebumps following his path. His large, calloused hand squeezed your ass, and pulled away. A giggle escaped your lips.
“Let’s go.”
…
The trip to your room passed in a blur of stolen kisses and wandering hands, and before you knew it you were turning down the hallway to your room.
“UN perks, huh? Overwatch never put us in such fancy places.” You spun around to face him, swinging your arms and giving him a big grin.
“Wait ‘til you see the bed.” You winked, and his expression darkened. He lunged towards you, enveloping your form in his strong arms and kissing you hard. You fell back against your door, fumbling with the key card before finally unlocking the door and stumbling inside.
He broke apart from you with a gasp, shutting the door hurriedly and moving towards you. You smirked, retreating further into the lavish room. A wolfish grin revealed his white teeth as he followed you hungrily.
“Don’t keep me waiting.” His voice was a low growl as he stalked closer. Goosebumps rose along your arms and exposed back.
“Then help me out of this thing.” You purred, biting your lip and turning your back to him.
His hands landed on your sides, pulling you closer to his front. His breath was hot as it hit the back of your neck, causing an involuntary shiver to wrack your body. You could feel his arousal against your ass, and had to bite your lip to keep from releasing a gasp. Reyes’ hands finally found their way to the zipper of the dress, and they took their time unzipping you, as though you were some delicate present. Feeling rather impatient, you reached behind, brushing your fingers along his clothed length.
He faltered at that, his breath quickening into a shaky rhythm, but he dutifully finished his job. You palmed him again, with more intention this time. He must have been above average, and you became wetter at the thought of that inside of you.
You turned around, catching his lips with your own in a dizzying kiss. Big hands landed back on your sides, running up to the straps of the dress and pulling them off of your shoulders, allowing the satin to fall and pool at your feet. He pulled away to get a good look at you, and you found yourself flushing bright red with the appreciative look in his eyes.
You hadn’t worn a bra tonight, but your panties were a simple red thong. You hadn’t expected to spend the night with anyone, but you’d be damned if you hadn’t been prepared to.
“God damn.” He finally spoke, his dark eyes unable to look away. You grinned, kicking off your heels.
“Your turn.” A devious smile erupted on his features as you took a step towards him, your hands sliding up his lapels. You pushed him until the backs of his knees hit the bed, and he sat down, that smile stretching wider, causing your heart to pound in your chest. Ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you straddled his muscular thighs, your hands going to work on his tie as your lips found his once more. It was addictive, kissing him. A part of you wished you’d done it sooner, rather than starving yourself all those years, of this.
He groaned as you moved your hips against his, his hands coming up to help you with his tie, loosening it just enough to pull it over his head and toss across the room. The expensive jacket went next, and then the black button up beneath it.
His chest was beautiful. There was dark hair over his pecs, leading to a trail of hair down the middle, and thickening again just above his pelvis. Your hands roamed his body, running over his defined chest and abs. He wasn’t built like a movie star, but like a man who had lived a hard life of combat. There was a scar stretching up his side, maybe five inches long. A bullet scar above his clavicle. Burn scars on his right bicep. He watched you carefully, having slowed down for a moment. You made a note to look at the scars later.
“Is this still okay?” The words startled you, and you flinched, eyes flying up to look at his. His pupils nearly drowned out the dark irises with desire.
“I’m enjoying this if you are.” You mumbled, watching the way his tongue swiped across his lips as he nodded, but your attention had shifted downwards.
Carefully, your lips connected with his neck. His hands stilled where they had been palming your chest, head rolling back to allow you better access. You trailed down, occasionally biting and licking, reveling in the sounds he made for you. You climbed off of him, settling down between his legs, his half lidded eyes took you in as you rubbed up and down his beautifully muscular thighs, before finally going to the waistband of his dress pants. You fumbled with the button for an embarrassing second, but he gave a good-natured laugh, and you relaxed, unzipping his pants. He helped you to pull them down, revealing his dick straining against his underwear. You angled your head, kissing the inside of his thigh as you stroked it through its constraints. Reyes gasped above you, his muscles tightening beneath your wet lips. You switched thighs, nearing his torturously hard cock.
“Don’t keep me waiting.” He murmured, his scarred hand coming up to stroke the side of your face. You decided he had been waiting long enough, and pulled the waistband down, allowing his arousal to spring free. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it as you pulled his briefs the rest of the way down.
“You’re beautiful.” You spoke, finally looking up at him and relishing the color that rose in his cheeks, visible even in the dark room.
He was big. Not ridiculously long, but definitely girthy. You rubbed your thighs together in a desperate attempt to ease your arousal, before finally taking his dick into your hand, barely able to wrap your fingers around his width. Watching the expression on his face, you licked a stripe up the base. His lower lip caught between his teeth in a groan. Warmth rose to your cheeks as you took his head in your mouth, running your tongue in a circle around the engorged tip. He tasted salty and bitter, and you fucking loved it. The hand holding your face came up to rest on your head, gently, without any force or demands. You took as much of his length into your mouth as you could, which admittedly, wasn’t a lot, but a moan tore itself from his throat as you started to bob your head on his dick, your hand twisting and pumping in time.
“Oh my god…” He breathed, his hips barely moving with you. You slid your free hand up to rest on his thigh, holding him steady. Your jaw was already aching, but you persisted, running your tongue back and forth as you bobbed up and down. He swore, something you couldn’t quite catch. You came up for air, releasing his head with a pop, and his hand cradled your face. Rotating your head in his hold, you pressed a kiss to his palm, the hand on his thigh holding his hand there. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from you as your hand pumped his length. “God you’re so sexy.” He whispered, wincing with pleasure as you squeezed him a little tighter, an impish smile gracing your messy lips.
You pulled away from him, your mouth closing around his cock again and getting back to work. His muscles were getting tense, he was getting close to the edge. Your hand found its way to his balls, gently cupping them and squeezing. His eyes clenched shut, his white teeth gritting with effort.
Pride welled up in you, and you closed your eyes, fighting back the tears pricking your eyes as you got as much of his length in your mouth as possible. The hand on your head tangled in your hair, finishing off the remnants of the terrible updo you’d attempted earlier that night. His breaths were shallow and uneven. There was a choked groan, and bitter spurts of cum exploded into your mouth and down your throat.
You waited for him to finish, lungs burning and tears welling up in your eyes. His hand untangled from your hair, going back to stroking your cheek. You let go of him, coming off of his dick and swallowing his release. He was panting above you as you cleaned him off with your tongue.
You flashed him a cheeky grin, falling back to sit on your heels.
“God damn.” His voice was hoarse, and he leaned forward, catching your lips on his. Big hands cupped your jaw, pulling you back up onto your knees and closer to him. They drifted down your sides, to your ass, where he lifted you up to straddle him again, before standing up off of the bed and flipping around, dropping your back into the billowy blankets. “You’re gonna have to give me a second, it’s been a while.” He murmured into your skin, his wet, hot, lips buzzing into your temple as his hands explored. You arched your back, breath catching as a hand found its way to your breast, squeezing and groping at the tender flesh. His mouth came down to close around the other nipple, and a moan wrenched itself free from your lips.
The wet between your legs was unbearable to the point of pain. It ached hot and torturous, begging to be filled. His hand ghosted down your abs, chuckling as you flinched away with a gasping giggle. You were too ticklish for that. So he continued downwards, until his fingers passed your aching arousal, stroking instead at the sensitive skin of your upper thighs. His thumb came dangerously close to brushing against your soaked folds, and you growled in frustration. He bit at your nipple, causing you to jump in pleasure, his thumb finally brushing against your heat. It wasn’t enough. You arched up, hoping to get some purchase, any purchase, but he drew back, releasing your breast from his sinful mouth.
“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was a deep growl, and you moaned again, arching into his touch. His hand left the crux of your thighs. “I want you to be patient.” A horrible grin spread across his face, and you had to fight to keep from repeating your mistake again, biting down on your bottom lip, tears filling your eyes.
He didn’t return to your breasts, instead choosing to watch with great interest and pleasure as his hand went back to your arousal, brushing his knuckles up and down your thighs.
“Please!” You moaned, clenching your eyes shut and fisting your hands into the blankets.
“Look at me.” He ordered, and you tore your eyes open, tears falling as you could see the flush of his cheeks. His hand left your thigh for the fraction of a second, and crushing agony fell upon you, until his touch returned as a single digit ran from the length of your folds up to your clit. You shook, biting back a whine as he repeated the motion. His free hand came up to hold your face again, and you sobbed as he plunged his middle finger into your dripping cunt. He groaned, his voice breathy when he managed his words.
“You’re soaked.” He pumped it once, twice, curling it around in your tight pussy before adding another finger. “All this, for me?”
You whined, forgetting his rule and arching up into his touch. He didn’t seem to mind, or maybe he’d forgotten it entirely, all too enraptured in your tight warmth. The fingers bent in a “come hither” motion, the same one you used when masturbating on your own, and you had to fight back another pitchy moan as his thumb joined in, rubbing tight circles around your clit.
“Oh fuck, Reyes, I’m gonna-!” Your voice left you as you came, eyes clenching shut as white hot pleasure exploded behind your eyes. The fingers slid free, leaving you feeling empty. You opened your eyes to look back up at him as he sucked a finger clean. A giggle shook your chest, and after a moment, he laughed too. “That was good.” You breathed, watching him through half-shut eyes.
“Are you up for more?” He asked, the tone of his voice hopeful, but assuring that he was leaving it up to you.
“God yeah, please.”
“Good.” He leaned down over you, stealing a kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, swinging one leg up and over his shoulder. Your breathing hitched. “Are you on birth control?” You nodded.
The engorged head of his cock pressed against your folds, and you gasped into the kiss, breaking away for a moment to use your hand to guide him. He inserted himself slowly, bottoming out with a sigh of your name.
You met his motions as he pulled out, thrusting back in and out at a moderate pace. Your leg fell from his shoulder, and instead wrapped around his waist.
His teeth closed around a patch of skin high up on your neck, grunting as his pace increased.
“God, Reyes, don’t stop.” The words were punctuated by his thrusts, his width filling you so wholly. You felt like you fit to him perfectly, that nobody else would ever match this. You never wanted to let him go.
The thought scared you.
He pinned your wrists above your head, his eyes staring down into yours as he thrusted. They explored your body, watched the way your breasts bounced with each time he entered you. Lingered on a bullet-wound scar between your left ribs. Flashed back up to your eyes as you whined.
“We’re still just friends, right?” You groaned as he slammed into you, shaking the bed with his force. He clenched his dark eyes shut, biting his lip as he nodded, shaking with the effort. You tried not to dwell on the strange wave of disappointment that came with his agreement, focusing instead on chasing your completion.
He finished first, but you came soon after. His hot cum pumped deep into your cunt. It wasn’t as sweet a finish as you’d hoped, but you pushed the thought away. Reyes rolled off of you, and made his way to the bathroom. There was a sinking feeling in your gut that you’d just fucked up. You forced a smile onto your face at his return, cleaning himself off with a rag and grinning at you, brandishing another warm and damp rag for you to clean up with.
“Thanks.” You caught it, wiping yourself off.
“You wore me out. Is it cool if I crash here?” His words were casual. You nodded, attempting to exude a calmness you didn’t feel, as you gestured to the bed, climbing under the covers.
“It’s king size, what do I do with this much bed?”
He scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“I think we just demonstrated what to do with that much bed.”
You laughed, but that sinking feeling didn’t go away. If Reyes noticed, he was gentle enough on your ego to let it go. He climbed into bed, his back to you. You mirrored the action, thankful to be so exhausted as you fell asleep quickly.
…
Your feet were so cold. Reyes had stolen the blankets in his sleep.
Your heart raced in your chest. What on earth had you been thinking last night? What if this ruined your friendship? What if this was serious? What if it wasn’t? For some reason, that hurt the most. You flipped onto your side, facing his back now. He was close enough that you could reach out… and just touch him. You could do that. It didn’t feel right. What had you done? You felt sick. Silently as you could, you rolled yourself to the edge of the bed, slipping out from under the covers and rising to your feet.
There was another rustling. You froze dead in your tracks, not daring to even breathe. Reyes sighed. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself and peeking over your shoulder. He was still asleep, blissfully unaware of what you were going to do.
You were dressed, packed, and halfway to Geneva before he woke.