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Oatmeal

day one - snowed in

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After the call from base, and trying his best to get a shuttle to reach them, he ended with nothing. The blizzard was too strong, and all the airports had closed; it would be too dangerous to land, even for a Blackwatch pilot. Gabriel hung up and mad his way to the motel’s front desk and paid for an extra night and day, not knowing when they would be able to leave. He sighs as pays and rubs his temple, the mission had gone great. They got the intel they needed, and Jack already has his hands on it to plan their next move, but they didn’t count with a snowstorm. This things happen, and Gabriel is used to them, but what he’s not use to its the storm that hits him when he’s near Jesse, when they spend hours together, mostly talking and doing the most normal touches of hands and shoulders. He doesn’t know how to deal with that kind of disaster.

He goes back to their room, a little chill hanging on his skin due to his body adjusting to the weather. The SEP fucked it up so bad, he can hardly feel it. Sadly, he it’s not the same for McCree, who’s sitting on the bed, wrapped in blankets and still shivering. This motel was not built to stand a cold weather, the heaters broken down during the first half hour.

“How’re you holding up?” Gabriel asks him.

“P-peachy,” Jesse trembles. “I-If I open t-the water it’ll f-freeze midair.”

Gabriel scoffs, it couldn’t be that cold. “We should try to sleep, God knows when we’ll be able to leave.”

“And risk my fingers fallin’ o-off, nosir!”

“I won’t let it happen,” Gabriel makes his way to the bed, the only bed in the room. He hadn’t paid attention to it before, they only needed the room for a day, so there weren’t plans to sleep over. He still tries to keep it out of his mind. He remembers the time Fareeha had fallen asleep on his back when she found him taking quick naps because he was too warm and cozy. Even Ana lingers in their hugs when base is too cold. If she doesn’t find Gabriel, she’ll go to Jack, since he also has this gift.

“Make room,” Gabriel says and Jesse pays no mind as he scotches more to the middle and unwraps the blankets. Gabriel lies by his side and Jesse does the same and quickly moves closer to his commander. It’s only for the heat, Gabriel tells himself, the way the younger man wraps his arms around his waist and nuzzles his nose under his neck.

“They always s-say hell’s hot, but nah. I’ve f-felt it, and i-it’s freezin’ cold.” Gabriel laughs to Jesse’s words and almost chokes when the cowboy moves even closer, practically sticking to his skin. He starts feeling it, a pinch of cold over his skin, like a coat, but when the blankets wrap completely around them, and the warmth start spreading through, it ceases, along with Jesse’s shivering.

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Jesse had heard of Gabriel’s body temperature. He was a freak of nature, like a lot of agents called him due to his enhancements. He had felt brushes of that heat, it was soothing when they did stealth missions and Gabriel whispered in his ears, it was welcoming during breezy nights on the roof while they smoke, he wasn’t much of a fan when they sparred and his body was already hot enough, but even so, he would always enjoy his commander’s body pinning him to the ground.

His own body was melting in the fort Jesse had created with the blankets and Gabriel. His breathing had gone down to normal and he felt he could speak again. If it were up to him, he would keep this blizzard blowing in the sky for a day at least, just so he could stay in this kingdom, be shielded from the world and drift into a warm slumber.

When he wakes up, his body is better, practically back to normal except for a slight chill that makes him move closer to Gabriel, still asleep close to him. His nose is pressed to the collar of Reyes’ shirt, between his collar bones. He couldn’t stop smiling when he took a deep breath and Gabriel’s scent over took everything else. The best thing about the situation wasn’t just the heat his commander offered, but once Jesse had calmed down, and took a real good breather, the smell of warm oatmeal entered through his nose, reminding him of lazy Sunday mornings and cozy evenings by a fire. He wrapped his arms around Gabriel tighter, and smirked to the sharp intake of breath his commander took, probably waking up to the stirring. Jesse lifts his head until his lips touch Gabriel’s neck, tempted to taste it, to mark the beautiful dark skin until it changed to purple.

Gabriel swallows hard before whispering, “Go back to sleep, Jesse.”

“I’m wide awake now,” Jesse teases as his lips brush skin, feels his Adam’s apple bobbing in another swallow, before Reyes turns to face away from Jesse. But the cowboy is relentless, and too drunk on the scent to pull away. Besides, if he breaks away too far, the cold with embrace him again. He wraps his arm around Gabriel’s hip once more, and presses his nose to the back of his commander’s neck to inhale the smell again. “And you smell s’good, jefe.”

“Jesse,” Gabriel hisses sharply.

“Do you really want me to stop?” Jesse murmurs, as provocative as he can. By the way Gabriel growl and pushes his hips back, Jesse believes it’s a no, but he asks again, as clearly as he can, “Do you want me to stop?”

It’s quiet, and neither move until Gabriel answers, “No.”

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He shifts so easily under McCree’s command, turning to face him again, ashamed that he’s allowing something to happen. The barrier he had built up when he realized the cowboy meant more to him crumbles after one touch from said cowboy himself. But the shame disappears when Jesse smiles at him, it’s not wicked nor sinful, it’s genuine. It tells Gabriel he’s okay if Gabriel decides to respond.

Jesse moves closer again, and tucks himself under Gabriel’s chin, where he had started. He hears him taking a deep breath and when he exhales, it tickles his skin. While Jesse remains warm, Gabriel can smell a bit of sweat still lingering on the cowboy’s wild hair. He hardly stayed two minutes in the shower after it came out cold. Yet, he doesn’t mind it. It’s Jesse, and the younger man doesn’t seem to wanna pull away any time soon.

It’s not long after that lips kiss his neck and he freezes. Jesse peppers soft kisses where he can reach without moving too much, and it’s enough to make Gabriel’s heart beat faster with each peck.

“Not even in my dreams did I imagined it’d feel like this,” Jesse comments, and the caress of his lips, his breath brushing his skin and the lust hanging in Jesse’s tongue, it’s enough gasoline to burst the flame in Gabriel. He pins Jesse’s shoulder to the bed, turning him on his back and catches a glimpse of a proud smirk before he closes the gap to kiss the cowboy. Jesse grabs his shirt as if he will fall through a hole in the bed, and wake up from a nightmare.

It feels too nice to let go of, too innocent to try beyond this. The kisses are soft, but the holds are strong, keeping each other in place, making sure they’re still solid and don’t melt in the heat. The blizzard keeps blowing outside, rattling the cheap windows, but the storm in Gabriel has ceased for now. He doesn’t know if my morning, when the snow calms down, he’ll be able to say the same, or if seeing Jesse in the same bad wake up something else in him.

[thetriickyowl]

Title: Starlight

Author: TheTrickyOwl

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Jesse McCree & Gabriel Reyes (McReyes)

Words: 3,106

Tags: Space AU

Of all the goddamn ships Jesse McCree could have chosen from on that docking bay, it had to be this one.

For the McReyes Summer Event Week Day 7: Starlight

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Day 1: Roadtrip (runaways)

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We Walk in Starlight

Pairing: McReyes

Rating: T

Summary: What was the harm on wishing on a star?

written for McReyes Summer Break 2017, Day 7 prompt Starlight

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Author’s Note: This should have been posted yesterday but it was Canada Day and I got distracted by a very emotional session of D&D, but here is my late Day 7 entry for @mcreyesevents Summer Break. Its a Werewolf Jesse AU with the bonus of Gabe being a being of Stardust essentially.

Jesse McCree had a pretty sweet gig, for a werewolf. Small town, middle of nowhere, log cabin just on the outskirts of a national park with wolves and bears under protection from poachers and hunters alike. It couldn’t be more perfect; he even had a job fixing up random things the townsfolk needed help with.

Awful lonely though.

That was just Jesse’s lot in life, though. Can’t really start looking for a long term relationship and open conversations with oh hey I’m a huge hulking Wolfman every full moon I hope that isn’t an issue. A lot safer for a partner if he didn’t have one anyways. Never had a person come across him during a full moon shift and that wasn't about to change.

Most of the nights leading up to the shift he’d sit and watch the moon go through her phases, and see the stars twinkling. At least you have company up there; he’d think to the moon, filing his constantly growing claws down for the umpteenth time.

It just so happened that on one summer night, as the moon was beginning to wane, Jesse witnessed a shooting star start to fall above the mountain ridge. Jesse’d been feeling particularly lonely that night, as he was normally after his shifts, so he took a chance on that star, and made a wish.

No harm in wishing for a little bit of company, after all. Someone to call his own. A werewolf could dream, couldn’t he?

Only the star didn’t shoot across the sky. It flared up in the atmosphere, a meteorite and not a star apparently. Well, that was just Jesse’s luck, wasn’t it? He supposed that his wish wouldn’t come true as he watched the object fall from the sky. At least if Jesse went to find it, he’d get a cool space rock. Or maybe a pet space rock. Jesse could put it up on his shelf next to his little cactus.

Jesse watched the path the meteorite took, saw it crash into the tree canopy a kilometer or two from his cabin. Deciding he would indeed add the space rock to his little knick-knack shelf, Jesse fetched a flashlight from inside and set off into the woods. The bears and wolves knew better to mess with him, so Jesse never minded a late night hike from time to time.

Knowing these woods like the back of his hand helped Jesse in finding his way through the dark. The benefits of night vision and a keen sense of smell that bled over from his more monstrous form helped too, admittedly. It wasn’t long before the smell of scorched earth hit his nose as he neared the site of the meteorite.

Jesse didn’t expect to hear pained screeches when he came upon what he was certain was the crash site. Jesse was met with an abnormally large owl; it’s left wing bent in an odd shape, the poor thing startled and screeched when it noticed Jesse had come upon it in its weakened state. Poor thing looked so lost and scared.

Forgetting about the meteorite, Jesse knelt a little ways away from the owl, gently cooing nonsense to get it to calm down. It wasn’t like any owl Jesse had ever seen, huge compared to the owls he’d frequently seen in the area. It’s dark eyes were set in a round bone-white face and had specks of white in them, as it’s dark flight and back feathers did too. Jesse approached it cautiously.

“Hey… it’s okay. I ain’t gonna hurt ya. I jus’ wanna take a look at your wing.” Jesse cooed, moving closer. When the owl made no move to bite or scratch at him, Jesse inched closer to tenderly inspect the wing. “There’s a good owl. Lemme see whats happened ta you.”

The wing was indeed broken and would have to be set soon if the owl would hope to fly again. Jesse flinched in sympathy when his touch was a little too rough on the wing, and the owl screeched in discomfort. Jesse soothed his knuckles over the owl’s belly in apology.

“Sorry Mr. Owl, I don’t know my own strength sometimes.” Jesse said softly as he shrugged off his serape, placing it on the ground before the owl, “I gotta get ya somewhere cozy an’ warm so I can set your wing. You be good an’ don’t bite on me, okay? My fingers ain’t mice for ya ta snack on.”

Incredibly carefully, Jesse reached to coax the owl onto his serape, surprised when it waddled onto it. It turned those huge eyes up to Jesse, dark against the bone-white of its face. A barn owl, Jesse recognized now that he was looking at it more closely. It was a little unnerving, to say the least, but the poor thing needed Jesse’s help.  

It was lighter for it’s size then Jesse anticipated even with the benefit of werewolf strength, lifting his serape up into a makeshift nest around the owl to carry it in comfort back to his cabin. Jesse tried his best to mind the owl’s wing on the way back, but kept getting distracted by the fact that the darn thing wouldn’t stop staring at him.

It was getting a little spooky.

Jesse may or may not have chanted it’s just an owl over and over in his head on the way back. The comforting light of his cabin helped with his unease, and once inside he set the owl-serape bundle on his table. The owl still stared as he moved around his small front room to gather supplies, swiveling its head to follow Jesse’s form around. The staring was getting to him a little, but Jesse supposed that if you were injured and in strange company, you’d keep an eye on said company too.

Eventually, Jesse had all he needed to help set the owl’s injured wing, and he worked as carefully as he could to set it right. Eventually, the wing was set as best as Jesse could get it, and he had to stifle a yawn as he watched the owl swivel its head again to stare at the splint. It was probably bedtime for them both. Jesse set about making a quick makeshift nest for his owl friend to recover in, lifting the owl off the table and into it shortly after.

“There ya go, Mr. Owl.” Jesse gave the bird a soft pat down it’s black back feathers, missing the way there seemed to be a trail of small sparkles that followed the path of his hand in his tired state, “You’ll just shack up with me while you’re gettin' better, okay?”

The owl seemed to hoot in agreement, and Jesse nodded, “Good night, Mr. Owl.”

And with that, Jesse turned in for the night.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — —

“Don’t look at me like that, Mr. Owl.”

Said owl in question was staring up at Jesse and back to the dead mouse wiggling in front of it, hooting in what Jesse could only guess in distaste. Jesse had been taking care of the owl for almost a week now, feeding the owl little scraps of meat before he realized it would probably be best not to domesticate the creature too much and actually give it its proper food.

“I know you’d rather hunt for your food but ya ain’t goin' out on that wing until it’s better.” Jesse scolded, petting the owl’s belly.

Mr. Owl ruffled its feathers, pecking at Jesse’s hand and stretching up to nip at his hair. Jesse just sighed.

“Please? You gotta eat it ta keep your strength up.”

The owl seemed to agree with that much at least, finally plucking the mouse from Jesse’s fingers and throwing its head back to swallow it down. After it had nipped at Jesse’s fingers, and Jesse chuckled and stroked its belly again. The owl seemed to preen under the attention.

“There’s a good fella. We’ll get ya up an’ flying again in no time.”  

Jesse lifted the owl and moved it to perch on one of the backs of the kitchen chairs, then set out to cook his own lunch. The owl’s staring had gotten less spooky the more the owl had lived with Jesse in the cabin. Having it there was almost comforting in a sense, and Jesse often talked to the owl about anything and everything. He even confessed to being a werewolf, which honestly felt nice to let at least someone know, even if that someone was just an owl.

Jesse whistled as he cooked, jumping slightly when a heavy weight landed on his shoulder. Jesse looked accusingly best he could at the owl now perched on his shoulder.

“Thought I told ya not to fly.”

The owl tilted its head, blinking at Jesse innocently. It seemed to flap its wing pointedly, and while it still wobbled, the movement looked the strongest Jesse had ever seen. Jesse whistled in surprise.

“You’re healin’ up faster then I thought ya would.”  

Which was… admittedly odd. But at least his little friend would be up and about soon and back in its natural habitat. Jesse turned back and placed the owl back on the chair, giving the owl a gentle scratch before turning back to his cooking. Jesse’s meal of spaghetti didn’t take much longer to prepare, and his owl friend stayed on the chair from what he could tell. Though the chair did seem to creak heavily under the owl’s weight. Which was also odd.

When Jesse turned around, he nearly jumped out of his skin. His owl friend was gone, in its place was a tall, beautiful dark skinned man. A cloak of feathers fell around him, speckles of white blinking in and out on the feathers. One of the speckles even moved across the surface like a shooting star.

“….Hi.” Jesse said waving awkwardly as he and the stranger stared each other down. He couldn’t spot his owl friend anywhere, which meant…

“You’re an owl. Or were.”

The stranger dipped his head in a nod, “Correct.” His voice sounded a little ethereal. It sent chills up Jesse’s spine, good or bad chills he could not tell at the moment.

“Uh… yeah. Can’t call ya Mr. Owl… you got a name?”

“Gabriel.”

“I’m Jesse.” Jesse offered, since he’d had no reason to introduce himself to an owl. “So… you’re an owl… or can be. Is it like my werewolf thing?”

“I’m not entirely sure. I was something different before this. I hung in the sky, shone brightly among my siblings, though they were far away.” There was a sense of sadness that crossed his face then, and Jesse felt the urge to comfort him, “Then I fell.”

Jesse couldn’t help but offer Gabe half of his lunch, sitting down at the table with his guest, “You’re a star.”

“I believe that’s your word for it, yes.” Gabriel seemed to pick at the food set in front of him with interest, seeming to get the hang of a fork right away before tucking into the spaghetti.  

“The meteorite that night… that was you.”

“Yes. It was. I don’t know why I became an owl. All I remember was falling, and hearing your voice and—“

“You heard my voice?”

“Yes. Clearly. You asked for a companion.”

Jesse blushed bright red, sputtering in embarrassment, “Didn’t think no one was actually listenin’.”

“I did not intend to listen, if it makes you feel better,” Gabriel stated, eyeing the rest of the spaghetti that Jesse had yet to finish. Jesse slid it Gabriel’s way, watching tiny speckles of white— little stars— light up Gabriel’s dark eyes. It made Jesse feel a little bad he’d been feeding Gabriel mice, though he didn’t dwell on it long when the former star continued, “And well, I’m here, aren’t I? I suppose your desire came true.”

“Huh. Guess so.”

The rest of lunch went by in surprisingly comfortable silence, and when Jesse turned from Gabriel to clean the dishes, he found himself with an owl on his shoulder again.

“You’re still not supposed to fly until I know your wing is okay, just so that ya know.” Jesse scolded.

Gabriel only hooted and pecked at Jesse’s hair in response.

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Having a star-owl-man for a roommate wasn't that bad in the long run. Days went by slowly, and Jesse worked on more odd jobs for the townspeople to earn some cash to get Gabriel set up with some actual clothing that wasn’t just that feathered cloak. Gabriel himself was adjusting to his existence on Earth pretty well, helping Jesse keep the cabin and his little vegetable garden in the back up and running when Jesse wasn’t home often as he worked.

Since there were questions that Jesse couldn’t answer that Gabriel definitely had, Jesse’d set him up with an old smartphone of his and an internet connection. Jesse’d returned home that day with the kitchen smelling of at least three different meals. It turns out Gabriel enjoyed cooking tutorials.

“Better than mice?” Jesse asked when they’d sat at the table together to eat what Gabriel had prepared.

Gabriel had only snorted, “Better than mice.”

Gabriel always had questions for Jesse himself too. What it felt like to be helpless to the moon’s call and shift against his will into a werewolf, why he always filed his claws down, and so forth. Jesse answered honestly always, Gabriel was a friend now, after all. Jesse had his fair share of questions for Gabriel too.

“What was it like, up there?” Jesse asked one night, where the moon hung in the sky, a balance between dark and light where it was cut in half. “Was it lonely?”

“It was, I guess.” Gabriel answered after brief consideration, “I could always see the light of my siblings around me, and it filled me with warmth. But I could never reach out and touch them. We were all so far away from one another…”

“That does seem awful lonely.” Jesse said softly, “Do you miss it?"

“Yes and no.” Gabriel answered. Before Jesse could ask why, the former star had reached and cupped Jesse’s face tenderly, “This is warm too.”

Jesse just blinked, but after a beat, he leaned into the touch, made a soft noise in his throat when Gabriel leaned closer and touched his forehead to Jesse’s.

“Do stars need physical contact like us humans do?” Jesse took Gabriel’s free hand in his, rubbed his thumb along the back of it.

“I wouldn’t know if we need it. Never had it before.” Gabriel said softly, tightening his hold in Jesse’s hand.

“I can’t fathom bein’ up there, so far away from the others. Never thought stars knew they were so far away.”

“I don’t even know if the others knew… it’s also possible I was the only one like me.” Gabriel said softly, wistfully.  

“Now that’s kinda heartbreakin’.” Jesse murmured softly, nuzzling his nose against Gabriel’s instinctually to comfort. “Could that have been why you fell?”

“I wouldn’t know. Though I assume, after all, that’s occurred after I did, that I fell for you. I did hear your voice, after all, and you came and found me. Took care of me.”

“What makes me so special that a star would fall?” Jesse couldn’t help but whisper in disbelief.

“Does there have to be a reason?” Gabriel’s hand still hadn’t moved from Jesse’s face, his thumb now petting the scruff of Jesse’s beard, “You and I were the same in a sense. Both alone, and now we’re not. I needed you as much as you needed me.”

“Then… Thank you, for bein’ here.”

“You’re welcome.”

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Things changed with Gabriel after that. They washed dishes pressed close together at the sink, shoulder to shoulder. Jesse was often leaning to nuzzle Gabriel gently as they worked side by side. Their fingers would occasionally twine if they walked the woods together. Stolen, tender touches that increased in frequency the longer they spent together. It was more than Jesse could ever ask and hope for, this thing budding between him and Gabriel. Which is why he was afraid to risk it.

Jesse was worried to confess he wanted more with Gabriel, pretty much wanted the world with his starlit shapeshifting companion, especially with his next impending shift coming closer and closer as the days went by. Gabriel would turn away from him if he saw Jesse’s wolf, would flee if Jesse hurt him in that form. As such, Jesse started to shy from Gabriel’s touch. Take his hand back if Gabriel wanted to hold it. It broke his heart to see the hurt darken those beautiful starry eyes, but it would be for the best in the long run.

Jesse just never expected for Gabriel to confront him about it.  

“You’re running from me.”  

Jesse had set himself in his little woodworking shed, but he hadn’t locked the door, assuming Gabriel would leave him be to work as he often did. Not today though, Gabriel had come to find him, standing in the doorway. It made Jesse’s heart ache, so see Gabriel haloed in the light of the sun behind him but look so sad.

“I ain’t running—” Jesse started but was interrupted by Gabriel closing the door and walking towards him with purpose, something burning in those glittering eyes.

“You are. You’re running scared, like a pup.” Gabriel was close now, standing tall and almost terrifyingly beautiful above Jesse, the feathers of his cloak ruffled in his anger.  

“Gabe.” Jesse tried again, to at least get a word in, “It’s just—“

“Bullshit.” Gabriel interrupted again, staring down at Jesse, all those stars in his eyes burning vibrantly. The stars smattered about his cloak were in much the same state. “It’s just bullshit. I don’t care about what you are one day a month. I don’t care about whether or not you think your wolf is dangerous. I trust you. I trust you, Jesse McCree. You have never wanted to hurt me; you would never hurt me.”

“You don’t know that—“

“I do know.” Gabriel’s voice went softer, tender, “I know this because it is what you’re trying to do right now. You’re scared to hurt me, so you’re trying to prevent it however you can.”

Gabriel bent to cup Jesse’s face, tears making those beautiful eyes sparkle more so than normal. It wrenched Jesse’s heart painfully in his chest to see those tears, so much so he whined in distress, hands flying up to soothe them away when they fell.

“Gabe… Honey, I’m sorry.” Jesse apologized, pulling Gabe closer to touch foreheads with him, knowing full well those tears were his fault, “I ended up hurting you anyway.”

“You did. You can still fix it, if you want. I still want to follow the path we’ve started down. I’d like to have you with me as I walk it.”

Jesse’s hands trembled as he stroked Gabriel’s face, “I want to. I wanna be with ya. I’m jus’ terrified.”

“Isn’t that what love is anyway?” Gabriel rubbed his nose with Jesse’s, eyes falling closed as they shared the moment. “I’m scared too; I’m scared that something will take you from me, that I’ll be alone again. But we can’t let these fears dictate our lives.”

Jesse found himself nodding, thumbs still wiping away the remnants of the tears Gabriel had shed in heartbroken anger. What Jesse couldn’t reach with his thumbs he kissed away.

“I…I think I’m in love with ya, Gabe.” Jesse admitted softly, “I almost fucked it up, an’ I’m sorry.”

Gabriel’s eyes when he reopened them were brilliant with starlight, the stars captured in them the brightest Jesse had seen, “You’re fixing it. We’re both entitled to our fears, but next time speak to me instead of pushing me away. I want to help you face them.”

Jesse nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Instead, he tenderly pulled Gabriel into a kiss to say everything he didn’t yet have words for.

When he pulled away, he learned Gabriel’s smile was just a brilliant as his star-filled eyes.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The full moon was a sliver on the dark horizon, and Jesse fidgeted in his seat on his porch, the werewolf curse running in his veins wanting to rise to her call already.

Jesse cast an uneasy gaze to Gabriel seated next to him; both cuddled up under a cloak of starlit feathers.

“You’re absolutely positive ya wanna be here for this?”

Gabriel hummed in confirmation, rubbing Jesse’s side to soothe and in part to warm him. Jesse was clad only in a pair of worn boxers, which he admitted was more for Gabriel’s sake then his own. Shifting had not been kind to Jesse’s wardrobe over the years, so on nights of the shift he went without. Easier on his wallet and his closet that way.

“It’s not a pretty sight.” Jesse tried again, the call getting louder in his head, his heart starting to pound as the moon inched higher in the sky.

“You told me that.” Gabriel replied, going on to say with finality, “You’re not changing my mind.”

“Okay.”

Jesse gave up, fidgeting and squirming until he couldn’t resist the moon any longer. Jesse moved from the warmth of Gabriel and the cloak, eyes melting from warm brown to bright gold in the light of the moon. Jesse’s bones creaked and cracked, fangs elongating in his mouth before his face formed into a short muzzle full of razor sharp teeth. The change was always painful, bones breaking and rearranging to form anew into the werewolf’s form. Jesse forgot all about Gabriel being present as the shift continued, only remembering his star was there when he was left panting on the grass, and a gentle hand carded into the thick fur between his pointed ears.  

Jesse didn’t snarl at the contact, only lifted his massive head to turn gold pupil-less eyes to his lover. The massive Wolfman actually leaned into the touch, whimpering softly at the contrast between the pain he’d just been in and the tender petting. Gabriel only continued to stroke and pet, stopping when the werewolf rose to his full height and towered above him on his hind legs. Gabriel rose to stand next to Jesse after a moment, quickly looking over his now much taller lover for injury left over from the shift.

They stood in silence staring each other down before a smile spread on Gabriel’s features. He urged Jesse to lower his massive head, pressed a kiss to the cold nose of the werewolf before Gabriel pressed his forehead to the soft fur between Jesse’s eyes. The moment of peace passed briefly before Gabriel grinned, eyes bright with mischief.

"Race you to the old gnarled oak. Last one there has to take out the garbage for a month.”

Jesse snarled and bared his fangs in distaste at the thought of taking out the garbage for a whole month, immediately sinking out of Gabriel’s hold and onto all fours and bolting through the foliage. Gabriel only laughed, the sound joyous and bouncing through the trees before he swirled his cloak around him in a flourish of feathers and stardust. Gabriel took flight in his owl form to chase after his werewolf, with only the moon and stars as their witnesses.

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McReyes Springbreak event Day 2: Growth/Change

I like to think about how their relationship changed from the Boss-recruit one to a more strong, emotionally one. They Need each other and grow with each other.

So Gabriel comforting Jesse after a bad day is something I Need in my life really bad.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jesse McCree/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes Characters: Jesse McCree, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes Additional Tags: Post-Fall of Overwatch, Canon Era, Reunions, Cockblocking Summary:

Jesse pokes an accusatory finger into Reaper's chest. "What business is it of yours who I'm sleeping with, anyway?"

@mcreyesevents Spring Break, Day 2: Change

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day four - hot chocolate

decided to also make it a follow up to days 2 and 3, but it’s not needed to read them

[more works by me]

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Jesse almost slides his feet over the carpeted floor as he hugs himself. The thunder storm rattles the base from outside in, and the thunder rings in the hallways. It has been going for a couple of hours, and Jesse can hardly sleep with all the noise and the cold making his skin shiver every minute. Halfway to the Blackwatch rec room, the smell of hot chocolate wakes up his senses and he hurries up the pace. He licks his lips to the idea of a warm cup between his hands to heat up his fingers, and a gulp down his throat to heat up his insides.

When he turns into the frame and looks at the kitchenette, he finds his commander. Gabriel, who he had feelings for since a couple of years. Gabe, who took him to meet his family about three days ago. Gabe, who he kissed under a mistletoe and slept with in the same bed. Even with that time in their hands, they hadn’t spoken about the moment. It seemed both were too into the idea of kissing and cuddling through the night instead of talking about it. Only a few sweet murmurs passed through their lips.

“We should talk about it,” Jesse had said at some point, when Gabriel stopped kissing his lips to kiss his closed eyelids. The cowboy hadn’t think he would be the one bringing it up.

“When we’re back at base,” Gabriel almost whispered against Jesse’s temple. “Unless you want it to stop now.”

“Never.”

Gabriel looks up from the boiling pot and smiles at Jesse as the cowboy approaches him. His not sure how close is too close now, even if before the holidays they’ve had little to no space moments during mission or debriefings. He keeps a few feet away from Gabriel, but enough to see the boiling chocolate brown liquid in the pot.

“Made more in case someone wondered in,” Gabriel says. “I was hoping it was you.”

Jesse smiles and lowers his head just a tiny bit when he feels his cheeks blushing, “smells good. Is it ready?”

“Almost,” Gabriel responds as he stirs the pot for a few seconds before turning and grabbing a second mug from the cabinet. “Got a big craving with a weather like this.”

“I just got up to watch a movie or something since I couldn’t sleep,” Jesse confesses and Gabriel looks at him with a hint of concern. “Maybe make popcorn, but this is way better.”

Gabriel scoffs, “I’ll move my papers and get out of your way.” Jesse looks at the living room and sees two folders on the coffee table, along with Gabriel’s tablet. It seems he had just placed them there before he started making the chocolate.

“I don’t want ya to,” Jesse says as he looks back at him. “Those papers need yer urgent attention?”

Gabriel looks into his eyes and Jesse hopes he gets the message. Reyes softly smiles, “Not really, why?”

Jesse shrugs and chews on his bottom lip, “Maybe we could watch a movie together.”

“Do you need my urgent attention, Jesse?”

Jesse’s breath almost stutters with Gabriel’s words. “Something like that.”

Gabriel nods, “Something does need our attention.” Jesse nods in agreement and watches as Gabriel chops two chunks of a chocolate bar and drops one on each mug. A shiver runs through Jesse, making him hug himself. “You cold?”

“Freezin’,” Jesse answers, even in his long pajama pants and long sleeved shirt.

“There’s a blanket on the couch, you can get comfortable.”

Jesse looks back at the living room and sees the dark gray blanket on the couch, neatly folded. Must also be Gabe’s, he thinks as he approaches and sits down to wrap it around his body. It’s big enough to wrap it around himself a second time. “Oh, man!” Jesse lets out when the warmth quickly embraces him. “You don’t even need this, yet body’s always warm and shit.”

Gabriel laughs, “I still like how it feels. Do you want marshmallows on yours?” Jesse can hear the pouring of the hot chocolate into a mug.

“Hell yeah,” Jesse responds, snuggling deeper into the couch.

“How much is too much?”

“Surprise me. So you came here to work?”

“Something like that,” Gabriel responds as he tears the bag of marshmallows. “Thought it was best to do some ahead of time.”

“You still can’t, I won’t bother ya.”

Gabriel doesn’t say anything quickly, “I’d prefer talking to you now.” Jesse says nothing as his face heats up, but Gabriel asks, “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

Jesse shrugs lightly, the blanket around his neck lifting to his chin. “Too much noise. Takes me back to those days in Deadlock when raids happened. Or when they thought it would be fun to play a prank on me… Just couldn’t, you know?”

“I understand,” Gabriel says. After a minute, his commander appears in front of him, with both mugs filled to the rim with hot chocolate, whipped cream that drips down the porcelain mug, chocolate syrup and little marshmallows almost melting into the drink.

Jesse unwraps himself to grab his. “Thanks, Gabe. This looks really tasty.”

“You’re welcome, Jesse,” Gabriel answers as he sits down and takes a sip from his mug. Jesse waits for it to cool a little, even if the temptation is pulling him to drink.

“You feel too far,” Jesse confesses and Gabriel looks at him. “I-I mean, after what happened… We slept so close and side by side—it’s nothing.”

Gabriel chuckles before he scoots closer and wraps one end of the blanket around himself. Jesse does the same and moves closer, careful not to spill any of his drink on the blanket. “It’s not that I’ve been avoiding you, Jesse.”

“I know, I know. We’ve been busy with the Christmas dinner, and your meetings and training. Plus, I think we’ve been too busy trying not to act like something happened.”

Gabriel huffs a laugh, “Yeah. One of the others’ bound to suspect something.”

Jesse barks a laugh, “Well, I went with my boss to meet his mother, I’m sure they joked about something being up since before I left.” He sips from his chocolate and his tongue stings a little to the burn, but the flavor melts it all away. It’s thick and creamy, and full of sweetness. “S’really good!”

“Thanks,” Gabriel says before licking his lips. Jesse gazes at the movement for a second before looking back at his own mug. “What do you wanna talk about, specifically?”

Jesse sips and swallows. He licks his lips before answering, “Are we somethin’?”

“Do you want to be?”

Jesse nods, almost afraid of what might follow. The thought of Gabriel storming off scares him too much.

“If you’re sure, and you want me, then, I’ll be happy to have you, Jesse.” The words come sweeter than the chocolate through his lips. “But we gotta have in mind it won’t be easy.”

Jesse nods, “which we also have to talk about.”

“Nothing big should change, only when we’re alone. I’ll bring it up with Jack and Ana, see if there’s any paperwork we need to fill, but I trust they won’t shout it from the rooftops.”

Jesse scoffs, “Can’t say the same for my friends.” Gabriel laughs softly and they drink in silent for a while. When Jesse looks at Gabriel again, he’s licking his lips once more, cleaning the leftover chocolate on them. This time, Jesse does what he wanted to do before, he holds Gabriel’s cheek with one hand and leans forward to kiss him. There’s a spike to the chocolate from Gabriel’s tongue, like a spicy that boils Jesse’s blood. He’s sure Gabriel can taste it too when he moans and deepens the kiss with a brush of his tongue in Jesse’s mouth.

The older man feels Jesse shivering, so he grabs the cowboy’s legs and slides them over his lap, making Jesse move closer as they kiss. Suddenly, the blanket is too hot and tight, but Jesse doesn’t wanna push it away yet. It shields them both from the outside world, from a place that kept them too far apart for too long.

They finish their drinks while they talk between sips. It already feels like it used to, talking about everything without holding back, including places they’ve been to, stories that never get old and past missions. But this new position they’re in makes Jesse learn new things form Gabriel, like how he likes to look where he’s caressing Jesse and back at the cowboy’s eyes, making sure it’s okay. Or like how he smiles and bites his bottom lip when he really wants to kiss Jesse. McCree indulges him in the latter many times.

Once the mugs are full, Gabriel grabs them and places them in the coffee table before Jesse wraps the blanket around both again and Reyes embraces the younger man in his arms so they can kiss more comfortably and hold each other through the storm outside. Jesse realizes the noises hadn’t bothered him since he walked in to the room, and he realizes he could sleep through noises again when he wakes up almost at done on top of Gabriel’s chest.

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End of the week

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Mcreyes Fall Break -Bonus Day: Bedtime Routine

whatever makes you sleep at night

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McReyes Fall Break Day 1: Masks.

I really wanted to contribute to a McReyes Event for once.

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(since I'm new here and nothing I post will show up in the tags yet, I learn a day later)