bakerstreet | and since we've no place to go

and since we've no place to go

❄ it's quiet
and the snow's beautiful tonight

snowfall;

stage i; none, streets are already blanketed in white.
stage ii; very light and intermittent.
stage iii; light - moderate. lasts longer periods.
stage iv; continuous, heavy snowfall.
stage v; the hardest of cores - blizzards, snowstorms, you name it.

scenarios;

① fuck the police, this is the best time for a walk. hope you've got a nice thick coat on.
② stranded in the buttcrack of nowheresville? weren't you watching the time? now you've gone and missed that last bus out of there. or maybe you're lost, somehow. what do?
③ literally chilling, in this weather, is quite easy to do. sitting around relaxing in it is a wee more difficult, but sometimes much more enjoyable, especially if shelter can be found. the snow is beautiful to watch, after all.
④ the weather's not going to stop you. your snow fort's packed full of ammo and ready to go. those aren't snow angels over there; they mark where the poor souls you've downed have fallen. be careful with that snowman's head!!
⑤ you're about fifty miles from civilization but there's a roof over your head, so never mind the chilly draught, right? right. you mightn't be the only one lucky enough to stumble upon this little shelter, though. remember to share the blanket.
⑥ everyone stuck outside should be jelly. you've got a fireplace and hot cocoa and damn if it isn't awesome. a heater's not quite so romantic, but it'd do. there'd better be a backup generator in case the power trips.
⑦ mix and match, or make up your own.

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Probably.

[It's cheeky, but he knows them both well enough to be pretty confident about certain things, and he's riding a little high simply based on the fact that this is happening in the first place. Maybe a part of him had been worried that Gabriel wouldn't go for it, even in the isolated safe house with nothing else to do until the weather clears up. It's a fear of rejection he's not quite accustomed to.

But they're over that hurdle now, and Jack is fully content as Gabriel noses into his hair. It's enough for him to try and press this a little further, hands worrying at the hem of Gabriel's shirt.]

Depends on whether or not you want to deal with a mess.

Probably. [Already had a mess on his hands.

Time spent apart, there was some small pieces of Gabriel surprised that this had even started, perhaps played a part in why he was so easily going along in his own relief.

Or maybe that was some silly little thought, a little more occupied by where Jack's hands were, tossing a little cheek right back.] Can drag you into helping me with it.

[Curling fingers under Jack's chin then, tilting his head up to meet lips for another kiss, something far bolder than the last.]

[That's all the permission Jack needs at this point, and this time when they kiss, he's reciprocating with a renewed fervor and confidence that wasn't there a moment ago. It's as if he needed to make sure Gabriel was totally on board before going any further, and now that he is, he sees no real reason to hold back. He's been waiting for this for a long time, hasn't he? They both have.]

I'm volunteering.

[He swings a leg over Gabriel, straddling him face-to-face. Not exactly the most becoming of positions for Overwatch's strike commander, but he's far beyond the point of caring, running his hands up Gabriel's chest as he leans into the kiss.]

[Couldn't stop a laugh, couldn't have if he tried, muffled and soft as the sound was, some odd bit of relief in it as if with it some amount of tension simply left him. How enthusiastic Jack was about this and- he could deal with the cold, this was worth it.

God, it was worth it.] That'll make things easier.

[Hands caught Jack at the waist, all the better to haul him over with that leg swing and get him sat that much better in his lap. Dragging fingers up along his back, a few quickly catching into his hair, keeping him drawn close and pulling Jack into a deeper kiss.]

[Jack’s impromptu repositioning has the blanket shrugging off his shoulders, but he’s a bit beyond caring at this point—two bodies in such close proximity is more than enough to ward off the cold, and if Gabriel complains, Jack is in just the position to silence him.

But he doesn’t think there’s going to be any more complaining, not even about the mess. He sinks his weight into Gabriel almost shamelessly, ducking in for that kiss and parting his lips for it, returning it with just as much conviction.

From there, it’s all too easy to slide his hands up and under Gabe’s shirt, pushing it out of the way, suddenly finding the idea of anything at all between them to be almost unbearable.]

[If he complained it wasn't about to be about the cold- no, not when his was wholly occupied with something that wiped that out of his mind. Heat the only thing there as fingers dragged against skin, Gabriel not bothering with pulling Jack's shirt up as hands moved under that fabric and along his back. Letting it ride and bunch up with his arm.

All he was worried about was keeping Jack close, hips bucking beneath him once with some low sound muffled into his mouth. Taking the open invitation of parted lips almost eagerly.

Something that had been on his mind too long, and he had wanted this more than he would admit. Showed it more.]

[Jack already considers this a win, and they haven't even done anything yet. Just getting Gabriel to let his guard down is an accomplishment in itself, and he's going to milk it for all it's worth. There's something to be said for getting him to relax, and Jack is going to take immense pride in it.

He tries to work Gabe out of his shirt, which is easier said than done when it's so hard to stop kissing him. The roll of hips beneath him is also distracting, but he steels himself, encouraging Gabriel to bend so that he can start peeling off layers of clothes.]

[The way that Jack could just unwind him and slip through his defenses would be the death of him one day, but sometimes he couldn't care less if that was true or not. Some bit of joy taken for himself when he could let go of worries for a little while, selfish as it might have been.

Gabriel didn't want to take his hands off Jack, but it was either give on that or hide any rips in his clothing when all was said and done. So he gave, one arm at a time before both hands were slipping down the back of jack's pants. Grabbing hold of his ass as teeth dragged against Jack's bottom lip; if he wanted to deal with peeling off clothing he could.]

[He lets out a moan and it’s maybe a bit purposeful, wanting Reyes to let himself go in return. Maybe a tall order, but Jack likes to think he’s good at breaking down barriers, especially where Gabriel is concerned. Jack balls up the shirt and gets rid of it as quickly as possibly, sitting back for a moment to rid himself of his, too.

Hands slide down the back of his pants and grab at a his ass and he’s immediately arching, sitting up and cupping Gabriel’s face.

[A tall order, that moan not missed and manages to tug a deeper sound. More a growl than anything else for the moment, rumbling all the same. The chill having a moment to creep in, Gabriel caught watching Jack, and the cold was the farthest thing from his mind; his shiver caused by something else entirely.

Nails dug a little into skin, even as his head tilted into Jack's hands, huffing out a breath as a faint smirk tugged at his lips. A warmth in his gaze—

Gabe pulled him closer by that grip, rolling hips up against Jack in a slow and deliberate grind while his head moved forwards. Teeth grazing the side of Jack's neck, a low groan muffled as lips sealed against flesh, aiming to leave the first of a few marks.]

[Jack wants to commit Gabriel's expression to memory, and for a long moment he just looks at him, trying to take in every detail of that little smirk, the affection in his eyes. It twists something in his chest, but not in a bad way--more bittersweet than anything, thinking about how they can't go back from here. Even this will be fleeting, responsibility and professionalism getting in the way like it always does.

Gabriel certainly isn't cold now, even as they're steadily decreasing the amount of clothing between them. He's not worried about coming out of this with marks (his uniform covers almost everything, after all), and he cranes his neck readily, practically inviting Gabe to do whatever her likes.

He'll go one further while all this happens, shifting his hands to the front of Gabriel's pants, starting to fumble for his belt.]

[Might be some regret later, this stolen moment, or it could just be some fond memory of something despite how bittersweet. That bit of knowledge that under different circumstances- didn't matter. Things were as they were and he was going to take it for what it was.

Jack gave all the permission he needed, palm of his hand rested against the back of his head and curled into his hair to keep his head tilted back. Worry at skin with his teeth and even biting down hard enough that it didn't quite hurt before soothing over it with his lips. Tailing down along Jack's throat like that, moving towards his chest.

Gabriel bit down harder at Jack's collarbone, sucking on skin as he hummed, shifting to lean back as hips shifted to try and give him that much more room to get a handle on his belt. Gabe's other hand rested down the back of Jack's pants again, thumb rubbing just above the cleft of his ass as fingers squeezed.]

I'm going to get in trouble if someone sees that.

[Because Gabriel is definitely sucking hard enough to leave a mark. There's a grin in Jack's voice, however, the slightest hint of smugness that indicates he does not at all care if someone catches the Strike Commander with a hickey. If anyone even bothers to address him about it--likely they won't, which makes the comment all that more pointless.

He's sort of getting a kick out of the thought, anyway.

A contented noise rumbles through his chest as Gabriel nips at his collarbone, and he pulls the belt apart, making quick work of the button and zipper. His hand teases the front of the shorts underneath, fingers dipping below the elastic rim.]

[He brushed a thumb slowly over the already dark mark, smirk hidden as Gabriel took a moment—]

Maybe I should leave a few more, since you're already going to get in trouble.

[Ifs, pointless, but there was still some twist of amusement in his words, spoken against skin as they were so lips still brushed against jack's collarbone. Nipping with a bite as if to show he was fully willing to follow through.

Temporary as they would be, fade away as all bruising did.

Of course he rolled his hips slowly from the tease of touch and fingers, Gabe dragging his hand back around with a slight scratching of nails at Jack's hip. Continued to drag over fabric before cupping him through his pants, palm pressing against Jack's clothed cock, squeezing as his thumb rubbed some idle circle.]

Do your worst.

[It's all just posturing, anyway. Their accelerated healing will ensure that any bruises or marks are wiped away within hours, making this little exchange even more pointless. There's really nothing to worry about, but perhaps it's exciting to pretend like there is.

He grunts a little as he fights Gabriel's hands, now at the same level as his, but eventually he relents, shifting his hips so that he can pitch up into the waiting hand. Jack relents after a moment, slipping his own hand out of the way and settling it around Gabriel's backside, a momentary concession, at least until he can find the opportunity.]

Well, since I have your permission-

[Posturing, challenging, pushing the other one way or another. Always had in some way or the other, even if none of this mattered in the end and nothing was left behind to keep it real. Didn't matter, didn't fucking matter. Still sucked hard on skin, bit down hard enough to leave impressions along with every mark.

Could feel Gabriel's chuckle against skin at the little hand fight, arching a little where he pressed up against Jack, hands momentarily trapped. Fingers curled and pressed, thumbing at the zipper almost idly as teeth grazed skin again. Didn't bother with the button yet, let alone any belt, carefully dragging nails against fabric, enough to be felt.]

[Jack arches into him, groaning a little to encourage Gabriel more than anything else. As soon as he has his opening, he's clawing at Gabriel's button and zipper again, trying to maneuver and fumble his hands around wrists and forearms. The mouth and lips and teeth working his collarbone just makes him want to get the both of them out of their pants and grinding together as soon as he possibly can.

He twists his neck to try and kiss what bare skin he can, but mostly ends up breathing open-mouthed on Gabriel's cheek as he tries desperately to get pants open faster.]

[Didn't even try to stop the low chuckle, muffled against skin as the sound was. Made it more a rumble in Gabriel's chest. A finger looped behind the top of Jack's pants where that button remained fastened, just to keep one arm right where it was, just at first.

Huffing a hot breath against skin.] Impatient.

[Not that he didn't stretch himself, hips lifted just to 'help' along in getting his pants opened without being that much help at all. Stopped playing around long enough to finally pop that button as his hand smacked the side of Jack's leg. Lift up. Catching fingers at the front of underwear and tugging them down, because maybe he was a bit impatient himself.]

I want you.

[He almost blurts it, an excuse and a declaration all at once. How can Gabriel expect him to wait? Besides, Jack has always been a little headstrong--this is no exception, apparently. He's going to take what he wants when he can get it.

As soon as Gabriel gives him the relief of those released buttons, Jack is helping him tug boxers down over his cock, moving his leg when instructed to. He's practically in Gabriel's lap, pushing his hips forward to grind against him, more than a little desperate for purchase.]

[Would be lying to try and deny that those words had a shudder run through him, tongue flicking over his lower lip. Even if waiting could be half the fun, maybe drawing it out for much longer was going to be thrown out the window in favor of other things.

The sort of impatience he could get into alright-

Catching Jack by the hip, more to pull him closer than try and stop him.] Say it again.

[Half demand and half something else, Gabriel taking over in freeing himself from fabric, all in some effort to catch both cocks in one hand with a light squeeze. Keep Jack from rutting against his stomach alone.]

[Ordinarily, Jack might want to make Gabriel work for a repeat performance of those three little words--they aren't easily given, and they hold a certain amount of weight that he tries to withhold until it's earned. Now, however, he's so desperate for this contact that he can't bring himself to care, gasping against Gabriel's neck as he finally, finally pulls his cock out and starts grinding them together.]

I want you.

[He offers it as a growl, almost demanding, a threat that warns Gabriel not to stop.]

[There's something to be said in keeping a deliberately slow pace to help build up desperation to work up something that would take a little more to get. Hell, the repetition of those three little words earns Jack a nice squeeze to go with his grinding. Gabriel rocking his own hips to add a little more friction as he groaned, eyes fluttered closed for a moment-]

Just what I wanted to hear.

[Couldn't have gotten better with that growling threat added, rumbling his reply.]

[Of course it is--he and Gabriel are much more similar than either of them would like to admit, but he's sure they both know it deep down. They respond to challenges the same way, and it means they know just how to push each other's buttons. It's like being caught in a perpetual match of tug-of-war, which can often be frustrating, but right now he wouldn't want it any other way.

His mouth searches for Gabriel's again as he foregoes any more words, grinding into the waiting palm.]

[Didn't even have to move his own hips with Jack putting himself to work for more friction, all too happy to catch his mouth. Any noises muffled into it as his fingers curled tighter around both of them for a moment before stroking. Lips parting in a gasp as hips bucked on their own into both his hand and against Jack.

Catching the back of Jack's head with his other hand to keep it in place, not wanting to break that kiss. Gabriel kept taking and actual gave back, keeping the both of them tugging back and fourth.]

[If not for Gabriel's hand at the back of his head, Jack might let it fall back completely, surrendering himself to the heat of the moment and letting Gabriel take what he wants. As it stands, he stays locked in the kiss, probing Gabe's mouth with his tongue, giving his hips another hard grind.

He outright moans at that, pitching himself up on his knees, blunt fingernails clawing at the back of Gabriel's shirt.]

Give it to me, Gabe. Come on.

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