Chapter Rating: Mature
Content Warning: (oh god where to begin) emotionally compromised Jack, borderline self-deprecation, slight praise kink, rough sex, dirty talk, choking, pinning, pretty much 99% of the reason I'm going to hell.

Notes from the Idiot Author:

Maybe one day I'll be able to write a fic and not have a hot guy get emotional, but that day isn't today. But, to make up for it, have some smut and the beginning of introducing Blackwatch to this series!

Summary:

Emptiness has an easy fix; rough sex in an office. Works every time.

It had taken Jack the better part of two months to start getting back to his old self, his healing accelerated greatly by both his enhancements and Angela's diligent care. He had hated having to have his leg reset into place, the thought inducing a wave of nausea that made him stop, leaning on the armpit rest of his crutch. He was strictly forbidden from putting weight on his healing leg, doctor's orders, but God did it make maneuvering through his daily life at least ten times harder than it needed to be. Harder than it already was now.

His black eye had healed itself within a week, his lip sealing back up a few days after his eye finished yellowing, thankfully healed enough to not hurt when he kissed Gabriel. The majority of his cuts were sealed, some having scabbed over on their own, some having the itchy ache of stitches holding him together. He sighed, shaking the thoughts of Gabriel's soft lips from his head as he continued back along the path to his office, eager to take a seat and start his day. The last two months were a living hell, and he could already predict the stack of paperwork he was going to face today.

It didn't take long for the news to start talking about the "crumpled and broken" commander, too many loud-mouthed witnesses having seen his condition when they were leaving Dorado. Countless reporters were being turned away every day, both physically and through countless emails and letters in response to the same question; How will this affect Commander Morrison's leadership of Overwatch?

Jack scowled, a heaviness in his chest as he thought over just how much trouble his mistake had brought about. The UN was up the ass of every single commanding officer in Overwatch's ranks, the media was in a frenzy of cooking up stories and theories of what happened to him to leave him in such a broken state, and Gabriel… Jack's heart gave another aching pang when he thought about Gabriel.

Gabriel, himself, and Ana, as well as Reinhardt and the two rookies, had all been honest when writing up the reports of the failed mission, the Big Three leaving out only information that would lead to them finding out about his and Gabriel's relationship, and Gabriel hadn't even tried to sugar coat what he did in the factory to get Jack back. Despite the fact that the now deceased members of Los Muertos had abducted Jack, beat him, and would've most certainly killed him, the UN didn't approve of Gabriel's "ruthless and unnecessary slaughter", as they put it.

Jack took a deep breath, quickly slipping into his office and to his desk as he felt his eyes sting, tears trying to butt their ugly head as he thought about the panic in Gabriel's eyes when the UN declared him an unsafe asset, taking him off duty on indefinite suspension while they discussed what should be done with him for the incident in Dorado. The panic, the sheer fear for his future… the look in Gabriel's eyes had broken Jack more than any torture ever could, and he'd spent the last two months wallowing in his own sorrow after Gabriel left the base. He slumped into the chair, feeling like a crumpled wad of wet paper trying to function as a leader.

Ana had tried to talk to him, to console him and try to help distract him from the hole left by Gabriel's absence, but it was a waste of time; Gabriel was gone, possibly unable to come back, and Jack knew it was his fault. If he hadn't gone into the alley alone, if he had played things smart instead of recklessly sure of his safety, Gabriel wouldn't have had to go after him, and he wouldn't be under scrutiny for his actions.

Jack, rested his head in his hands, gritting his teeth as tears slid down his cheeks. He fisted his hands in his hair, struggling to get a hold of himself. He didn't have time to cry, to pity himself and wish for things to change. He jerked his head up, furiously wiping at his eyes as he tried to focus on the papers in front of him. God, he was so pathetic, it was beyond shameful.

The knock at his door made him jump, wiping his eyes again as he fought to compose himself. He cleared his throat, grabbing a pen and making himself look as though he was busy. "Come in."

He didn't look up from the blurry words in front of him, seeing a dark dressed figure step into his office from the corner of his eye. Jack swallowed hard, fighting back the tears still trying their hardest to make themselves fall. Not now, damn it!

"Jesus, Jack, too busy to even welcome me back?" His focus and jaw dropped as a warm chuckle came from the visitor, head jerking up to look into the chestnut eyes of the man he'd been beating himself up over the loss of for the past two months.

"…Gabe?" Jack's lungs felt like they were collapsing, chest tight as his brain registered that yes, it was Gabriel in front of him.

A frown marred that perfect face, Gabriel's brows furrowing as he noticed Jack's puffy, tear-reddened eyes. "Jack, what's wrong? Are you crying?"

A choked laugh came from him, shaking his head as he dropped the pen back to the desk, not even bothering to grab his crutch as he hopped over to Gabriel. "Nothing, nothing's wrong now." he laughed, latching onto the other like a lifeline. Gabriel laughed, a grin spreading across his features.

"Maybe I should take off more often. You're never this clingy when you see me every day, mi cariño," he teased, looping his arms around Jack's waist to help support him.

Jack huffed, shaking his head against Gabriel's neck as he just took in the feel of him again. "Hell no, I've got you on lockdown. You're not leaving again. You'd have to pry me off." he joked, pulling his face away from Gabriel's neck to plant an enthusiastic kiss on his lips.

Gabriel gave a soft hum into the kiss, letting his eyes slip closed as he mindlessly stroked the small of Jack's back, just as eager to kiss him back.

Jack was bordering on sensory overload as his mind raced; when did Gabriel get back? How long had he been here? What had happened with the UN? Was he back for good, or were they going to drag him away again? Questions flooded his mind, all but overclocking his system as he clung to Gabe.

The gentle push of a tongue at his lips sent a shiver through his body, eagerly parting his lips and meeting Gabriel's tongue with his own. Oh god, he had missed this. He needed this more than anything, and he felt no shame in rutting against Gabriel's hips with his own. The man gave a soft hum of interest, grinding back down against Jack in approval as the two parted for air. "Mm, you really did miss me, huh?" he purred, hands dropping to Jack's hips to guide them to match the grinding, both of them hard and wanting just from the kiss.

"Oh god yes, I missed you more than you know, Gabe." Jack's voice was breathy and weak, melting into the touches as he wrapped his arms around Gabriel's neck. He swallowed hard, not letting himself think as he spoke. "You remember our first time in here? What you said?"

"Hm? Which part?" Gabriel peppered kisses along Jack's jawline, still rocking their hips together.

Jack tilted his head, breaths shuddery and weak. "You said you wanted to bend me over my desk at some point, right?"

Gabriel made a noise of interest, pulling back to look at Jack incredulously. "Are you suggesting what I think you are, Jackie?"

The blond nodded, biting his lip through a grin. "I want it. Here, now, on my desk. I just know I'm not gonna be happy until you're in my ass and pinning me down." God, he wanted to crawl in a hole and die of sheer embarrassment at his own words, but his head was spinning with euphoria, a cocktail of emotions flooding his system. Gabriel was here, back after way too long, and Jack needed him.

Gabriel let out a breathy laugh, brows raised damn near to his hairline. "Jesus fuck, Jack Morrison, and here I thought you had said some naughty things the last time we fooled around in here."

Jack leaned forward, pressing a hard and sloppy kiss to his lips. "Don't make me beg, Gabe, because I honestly think I'm to the point of having no humility anymore." he saw no point in lying; Gabriel was a master at making Jack come undone, and the blond had no shame in letting the other see that.

Gabriel's shit-eating grin was a sight for sore eyes, "As much as I would love hearing you beg, which I would literally sell my soul to hear that, I want this just as bad as you do." he nuzzled into Jack's neck, nipping and kissing. "God, I've missed you, mi cariño… You have no idea how lonely it's been without you." His tone was so soft, so sweet, Jack damn near teared up again.

"Go grab some lube, Gabe. I'll be here waiting for you to get back." Jack smiled, releasing his grip on Gabriel as the man pulled away, and the blond laughed at the cheesy kiss he blew on his way out of the door.

Holy fuck, Jack's head was spinning in the best of ways, and he had to steady himself against his desk for a moment. He took a few grounding breaths, busying himself with moving the stacks of papers to a drawer, along with any other clutter that could get knocked down once they started.

Gabe returned before Jack was done, giving a small snort of amusement at the blond's antics. "Getting everything out of the splash zone?" he teased, wasting no time as he undid his armor and jacket, tossing both to a pile on the floor.

Jack rolled his eyes, giving a small smile. "I'm already falling behind on my paperwork, I don't want to have to get it resubmitted because we got them all dirty." he joked, turning to face him and taking a moment to watch Gabriel strip off his shirt.

For once, the tables were turned; he hadn't bothered wearing his full uniform for awhile, going through his day to day work in a simple t-shirt and some slacks. Gabriel, on the other hand, was in full tactical dress, the only thing missing from his getup being his shotguns. Something strange caught his eye on Gabe's jacket, and Jack's brow furrowed. There was a red and black skull symbol on the shoulder of the hoodie, right where the Overwatch emblem had been the last time he saw the man. He opened his mouth to ask about it, but Gabriel's lips met his and his thoughts melted away.

Gabriel wasted no time in getting handsy, slipping a hand under Jack's shirt and tracing the contours of his body like it was the first time, pushing him back until his ass hit the desk. Jack moaned into the kiss, shuddering as Gabriel's fingers tweaked and teased his nipples, a sharp pinch making him groan needily. Gabe pulled back from the kiss, all but ripping the shirt off of him before ducking his head down. A merciless trail of bites and wet kisses ended at Jack's peck, Gabriel taking his nipple between his teeth and tugging. Oh, god, Jack was aching for this, arching his chest into the attentive mouth.

He tangled his hands in Gabriel's hair, giving a gentle tug to guide his mouth up to his neck. "I don't give a damn if everyone in the base sees what you leave, I want you to mark me up, just like you said you would," he panted, giving a satisfied groan as Gabriel bit down and lavished his neck with attention. His cock throbbed, slacks tight as he squirmed under Gabriel's mouth, and he rolled his hips up in search of some kind of friction.

Gabriel pulled away from his neck and, based on the wide smirk on his face, he was proud of what he left. "I want you naked. Now." The demanding tone made Jack shiver, shooting back a smirk of his own.

"Yes, sir." he teased, watching Gabe's eyes damn near bulge at the words. "I'm only saying it once, so don't get used to it." He pulled his shirt over his head, leaning back a bit as he worked his belt and pants open. He didn't even have time to pull them down himself, Gabriel's hands gripping the remaining layers and yanking down until they pooled at Jack's ankles.

"I'm gonna make you ache for weeks, mi cielito." Gabriel's voice was a breathy growl, guiding Jack to lie face down and bent over the desk. "Every time you try and sit, all you're gonna be able to think about it how hard I'm gonna fuck you."

Oh, GOD.

He heard the crack of the bottle opening, shivering as Gabriel's fingers sought out his hole moments later. Jack groaned, pushing his hips back against Gabriel's hand encouragingly. "God, you're so responsive, mi amado, such a good boy," Jack moaned at the praise, breath hitching as he felt another finger push in.

"F-fuck, Gabe, how much longer?" he groaned, glancing over his shoulder at him. His eyes widened, burning the site in his memory. Gabriel's face was red with a deep blush, lip being savagely punished between his teeth as he stroked himself. "Holy fuck, you look so good right now."

"You're one to talk. Bent over, eager and ready. You're like something out of a wet dream, Jackie. Too good for me to believe you're real if I weren't knuckle deep in the tightest, hottest ass I've ever had the privilege to fuck." Gabriel's honey-coated words were punctuated with a wink, and Jack felt a whole new wave of heat flood his cheeks. "Just look at you, how red you get just from me telling you the truth. An absolute sight for sore eyes, mi amado, mi vida."

Jack keened as he felt another finger press into his ass, practically clawing at his desk as Gabriel wriggled and spread them out inside of him. "God, fuck- Please, Gabe, please, stop teasing, fuck…" His words were breathless pleas, and he felt Gabriel shift behind him.

"Let me know if it hurts. If you had any patience, you'd let me stretch you out some more, Jackie." His tone was teasing, and Jack could hear the coy grin on his face without even needing to look at him. The fingers slipped out of him as his lover lubed himself up, but the hot press of the tip of Gabe's cock soon replaced them in a slow, steady push. Jack's voice cracked, a moan caught in his throat as Gabriel slipped inside all the way to the hilt. "Color, mi amado?"

"G-green, green as fucking grass, fuck." Jack was an absolute mess, chewing at his lip hard enough to almost split it open again. He felt Gabriel's hand on his shoulder, the other moving to collect both of Jack's wrists in a tight hold to pin them to the desk.

"Good, and you'll let me know if you need me to slow down, right? I'm not gonna go as slow as last time, but something tells me that's how you want it. Hard and rough?" Jack nodded, blood boiling with lust and love, touched and turned on by the care in Gabriel's tone; even with his dick firmly up Jack's ass, pinning him down and making him break in all the right ways, Gabriel was still such a caring gentleman.

Gabriel wasn't lying in the least when he said he was going to be rough, hips rocking back and slamming back into Jack's at a fervent, harsh pace, Jack's moans the only thing louder than the slap of skin. The hand on his shoulder snaked forward as Gabriel leaned in, leaving harsh bites on Jack's back, and Jack felt the hint of hesitation as the hand neared his neck.

"Do it. I'll tap the desk if it's too much," he panted out, tilting his head back to offer up his throat. He'd never actually been choked during sex, but he'd heard it made everything so much more intense. Gabriel groaned behind him, gripping his throat and pressing his fingers harshly along either side. Jack was impressed; he could breathe pretty easily, but the restricted blood flow made his head spin.

The unrelenting pace was quickly doing him in, and he choked out a laugh as he felt the desk shift beneath them. At this rate, he wasn't going to last long, and the blond caved in and tapped at the desk, head swimming as Gabe's hand pulled away. "N-not gonna last long, Gabe. Too good." he groaned, breath hitching as Gabriel bit down on his shoulder again.

"Don't hold back, mi vida, come undone for me."

The words, so softly whispered into his ear, were the last push Jack could take, crying out in ecstasy as he came hard, limbs limp as he clenched around Gabriel. The grip on his wrists tightened, and he felt Gabriel's labored breaths in his ear. "Inside, same as last time, Gabe," he panted, and it seemed like that was the only thing holding Gabriel back. Jack shuddered as he felt liquid heat bathe his insides, and he let out a breathless chuckle as his lover all but collapsed onto him.

"H-holy fuck, Jackie… that was- that was amazing." Gabriel released Jack's wrists, pushing himself up off of Jack as he slowly pulled out, peppering kisses across the map of bite marks on the strong shoulders.

"So, uh… might need to add choking to stuff I like. That…" Jack laughed, shakily pushing himself up off the desk, shifting to turn around and face Gabriel, expecting a kiss.

What he didn't expect, however, was to see Ana in the doorway, eyes wide and face bright red, a pile of dropped files at her feet. "Oh, shit."

Gabriel raised a brow, turning his head to look where Jack was looking, jaw dropping in surprise. "…Well fuck."