Chapter Warning: PG-13

Content Warning: Gabe having some borderline girl talk with Ana, Jack taking a bit of a leap of faith, slightly softer-hearted Gabe because Jesus dude you screwed up big time

Summary:

Gabe finds solace in talking with who is, most likely, the most rational member of the "Big Three". Jack finally gets his coffee and agrees to at least give Gabe a shot.

"Dame un beso, cariño. Give in and let off some steam, you worked up asshole. You seem like you need it."

Gabe grinned, leaning in just a fraction of an inch. He'd done a lot more than just try to irritate Jack over the past two weeks. He had been thinking, trying to work out just what his own endgame was going to be. Should he just continue teasing Jack, taking small bouts of pleasure in ruffling the other's feathers? Should he build up to one immense, over the top tactic to get an absolutely top-notch memory of that stoic face bright red and shocked?

Or should he try and pursue something more?

Gabriel wasn't a slut, to be exact, but sex was something he was definitely a fan of. Taking control, leading someone else to pleasure until they reach their breaking point… It was something he could get hard from just by dwelling on for too long. He loved dominating someone, caressing and exploring their body while they're restrained. Safe words were always used, of course, and he'd never push things too far just for his own satisfaction, but god was it amazing to have someone completely and utterly at your mercy.

His musings had led him to a string of thoughts, a collection of ideas that would end one of about three ways; he would be removed from Overwatch, possibly with a restraining order on him, he'd lose what awkward and rocky friendship he had with his favorite blond, or, and the best of all, he could get his own satisfaction and maybe, just maybe, help get Jack to loosen up. Replace that stick up his ass with something better.

He watched Jack's Adam's apple bob, hoping for some kind of response. Hell, he'd settle for a slap in the face, just something! When the other man stepped back, turning and darting for the door, Gabriel felt a wave of dread. "Jack, wait! Look, I was only joking! Come back!"

He knew it'd be a long shot, but fuck, he didn't expect Jack to quite literally run from him. He hopped off of the counter, leaving the pasty behind and tailing after Jack. He hesitated, a frown marring his features. Shit, he probably just fucked up big time. A smoother, less up-front approach to trying to make a legitimate move on Jack would've at least had a chance, but this? This was a doomed mission from the moment he started teasing him in the kitchen.

He sighed, leaning against a nearby panel and letting himself slip down until he was seated, pulling off his ever-present beanie and running a hand through his hair. He blew his chance before he could even take it. Smooth one, Reyes.

"Gabriel?" His head jerked up, having been too deeply buried in his thoughts to notice Ana entering the hallway, a frown crossing her face as she made her way over to him. "Are you alright?"

He huffed out a sigh, ducking his head a bit as he shook it. "I don't know right now, to be honest. I think I screwed something up big time, Ana. Something I'm not sure I can get a second shot at."

She pursed her lips, giving a soft hum before extending a hand out to him. "Come with me. We're going to talk." He accepted the extended hand, pulling up off of the floor and following the woman back to the kitchen he had just shamed himself in.

"Get some water going, will you? I get the feeling some tea will help." Gabriel nodded, grabbing and filling the kettle and getting it set up to boil, taking the initiative to go ahead and grab some cups as Ana got the tea bags and sugar.

A few minutes of steeping and stirring in sugar later, the two sat down at the table. Ana took a slow sip of her tea, delicately setting the cup back in its saucer before crossing her hands on the tabletop. "Now, start from the beginning. What do you think you screwed up, and why do you think you can't fix it?"

Gabriel took a sip from his own mug, giving a sigh as he cupped the source of warmth. "I've been giving Jack a bit of hell for the past couple weeks, nothing big, just pissing him off a little here and there, and… well…" How could he put this? He didn't exactly want to say that it was because ticking Jack off was, in all honesty, kind of arousing. He held no shame in the fact that, after pissing him off in the office, he jacked off to the memory of Jack's reddened cheeks and askew jaw at least twice.

But what would Ana say to that?

"Gabriel, you can talk to me. You know I'm here for you, sadiqi." she extended a hand, giving him a soft squeeze to the arm before sipping from her cup again. He took a deep breath, choosing to just say fuck it, might as well pull it off like a band-aid.

"I think I wanna fuck Jack."

The spray of tea on his face and chest from Ana's spit-take were a slight surprise, but honestly, he should've seen it coming. "You what?"

Gabriel held his ground, wiping off the splatter with a napkin before continuing calmly, "I said, I think I want to fuck Jack. Fuck as in have sex with. I want to put my dick in Jack's-"

"Okay, I get the picture!" Ana cleared her throat, rubbing a hand over her face. "Since when? I mean- and please don't go into the deep details on this, but when did you start having feelings for him? I know you two are pretty good friends, but that's quite the jump to make." she took another sip of tea, "Especially with how you've been bullying him lately, Gabriel."

He huffed, rolling his eyes. "It's not bullying, Ana. I just… I like seeing how he reacts when I push his buttons. He gets so worked up over the littlest things, you know?" he furrowed his brows, dancing his fingers along the rim of his mug. "I don't think you'd really get it even if I tried explaining it, but yeah. It's on the table now. I want to bang the boy scout."

"Uh huh… so what's the problem? Do you think he wouldn't go for it? You might not be my type, but you're still pretty good looking."

"The problem is that I just damn near kissed him, flat out asked him to give me a kiss, and he ran away." Ana's snort was the furthest thing from being his behind her hand. "Hee hee, haha. I'm glad you find my dilemma funny." Gabriel's deadpanned tone drew an apologetic smile and a gesture to continue. "No, but… he ran, Ana. Literally turned tail and bolted. He's probably in his office writing up a restraining order on my ass as we speak. I got too eager, and I screwed up whatever tiny chance I could've had at tying him down and-"

"Details, Gabe."

"Right, sorry." he grinned, albeit a bit sheepishly, and had to admit that Ana's smile was comforting.

"So, let me make sure I'm understanding this right. You want to sleep with Jack?"

"Yes."

"And you're worried you pushed your advances a bit too soon and in too big of a way?"

"Essentially, yes."

She chuckled, shaking her head and rising from her chair. "I can't guarantee it'll smooth everything over, but the least you can do is apologize to him. Explain, without mentioning sex, that you've grown fond of him in a more than friendly way, and you want to try and see if he wants to test the waters." she strolled over to the cabinet, pulling down another mug. Gabriel raised a brow, watching her pour out a cup of the coffee, returning and holding it out to him. "Go to his office and try to make peace. Remember, no dirty details."

A genuine smile spread over Gabriel's features, standing and accepting the mug. "Thank you, Ana. I appreciate the advice."

The woman chuckled, making a sweeping motion with her hands as though shooing him out the door. "Go, I'll clean up in here. Besides, if I may put in my two cents, Jack could definitely use a roll in the hay. Angela's been telling me his stress levels are off the charts recently." she gave a wry smile. "Not that you've had anything to do with that, of course."

"Definitely not." he chuckled, leaving the kitchen and heading straight to Jack's office. He stood at the door, taking a deep breath before rapping his knuckles against the glass.

"Who is it?" Okay, so Jack was definitely inside. That was a good sign.

"It's, uh… It's me. Mind if I come in?"

"…"

"Jack?"

"Go away, Gabriel, I'm busy." Ouch, shot down right out of the gates.

"Jack, we need to talk about this. I fucked up in there. I'm sorry."

There was a long stretch of silence, and Gabriel thought that it was already a lost cause, until the door slid open with a hiss. He stepped inside, greeted with a red-faced glare from Jack's position in his chair. "Why bother apologizing? You got what you wanted. I'm embarrassed, and I ran. You won."

Gabriel sighed, setting the mug down in front of Jack before taking a seat. The blond hesitated but went on to reach out and take it, taking a long sip. His eyes slipped closed, and he let out a soft sigh of relief as he set the mug back on the desk.

"I'll admit, I was trying to embarrass you. I wanted to make you blush and lose whatever quips you were gonna shoot back at me." Gabriel leaned on his elbows, running a hand through his hair. "Do you want me to just be honest here?"

"I'd appreciate it, yes."

"You look absolutely adorable when you get flustered. You get so wound up over every little thing, I just push enough of the buttons to get to see you all worked up and red. Kind of makes me want to just, ya know… kiss you." he gave a small shrug, trying to keep himself level headed, Remember what Ana said; baby steps. Don't just go ahead and tell him you want to bend him over the very desk between them and make him melt.

Jack looked surprised, but the expression quickly shifted into a puzzled frown. "And how do I know you're not just screwing with me now? How do I know that this isn't just you pushing more of my buttons?"

A surge of hope fluttered through Gabriel. Okay, okay, he could work with this. He was getting the situation under control. He could do this. "What do I have to do to prove I'm serious, Jack?"

Jack chewed at his lip for the briefest of moments, Gabriel's eyes catching the movement and fighting a small shiver. Fuck, he really was too deep into this now. He wanted to just leap over the desk and pin him to the floor.

"I want you to kiss me, and I want to see if there's anything actually there or if it's just too much tension built up from your little stunts."

Gabriel had to fight to keep an eager grin off of his face. "Are you sure? I mean completely and totally sure because I don't want you to just do this because of what I said in the kitchen." That much wasn't a lie. He was more than excited to finally get a chance to push things further, but if it was just guilt or something making Jack agree… That didn't feel right at all.

The blond took a deep breath, standing up from his desk and leaning over, bracing himself on his hands as he stared Gabriel down. "Just shut up and kiss me."