[ This is going a lot faster than Jack ever could have guessed, but maybe he should have known that Gabriel would opt to double-down in a situation like this, rather than admitting that he was in over his head. There's no such thing for Gabriel Reyes, apparently. Or that's what he wants everyone to believe, anyway.
The point remains that removal of clothing is now part of the equation, and that's just one more step in a direction he's not sure either of them are actually ready for. Jack's pretty sure he'll know when it's time to put an end to this, but it seems they're not quite there yet.
He pulls back from the kiss just long enough to wriggle his arms and get the shirt the rest of the way off, the sleeves pushing past his wrists until he can grab for the garment and toss it aside. Then he leans back in to Gabriel's touch, mouths meeting again as rough hands move over rougher skin.
It doesn't take long for Jack to realize what Gabriel is doing. It's subtle, but his hands linger in the places where there are new scars, evidence of injuries that Jack sustained after Overwatch. Some of them, like the ones on his face, are from the explosion. But when Gabriel's hands loop around to Jack's back and land on a particularly tender scar that's there, Jack goes immediately stiff and jerks back, away from his touch.
His eyes squeeze shut as the memories rush back. The hot Cairo sun beating down on him, Reaper's gravelly voice, and Ana's face when she got a glimpse of the wraith's face. A single word, uttered in horror: Gabriel? ]
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The point remains that removal of clothing is now part of the equation, and that's just one more step in a direction he's not sure either of them are actually ready for. Jack's pretty sure he'll know when it's time to put an end to this, but it seems they're not quite there yet.
He pulls back from the kiss just long enough to wriggle his arms and get the shirt the rest of the way off, the sleeves pushing past his wrists until he can grab for the garment and toss it aside. Then he leans back in to Gabriel's touch, mouths meeting again as rough hands move over rougher skin.
It doesn't take long for Jack to realize what Gabriel is doing. It's subtle, but his hands linger in the places where there are new scars, evidence of injuries that Jack sustained after Overwatch. Some of them, like the ones on his face, are from the explosion. But when Gabriel's hands loop around to Jack's back and land on a particularly tender scar that's there, Jack goes immediately stiff and jerks back, away from his touch.
His eyes squeeze shut as the memories rush back. The hot Cairo sun beating down on him, Reaper's gravelly voice, and Ana's face when she got a glimpse of the wraith's face. A single word, uttered in horror: Gabriel? ]