Missions can be filled with stress. Quick-second choices, the fear of not knowing what could happen, the risk of everyone dying. All of these become common. This toll affects no one more than Jack Morrison who recently lead a rather important assignment. For an entire winter's week he was on edge, trying with every fiber of his being to keep everyone safe. He managed to save everyone, although some agents will be discharged due to their injuries sustained in battle. The only other who knew of this burden was Blackwatch commander Gabriel Reyes. He encounters this strife on a daily basis as well and understands the moral dignity his partner holds so dearly.

The best thing after a long, strenuous mission is a hot shower. Gabe finds himself on his way to the locker rooms, knowing how the commander's copes. He is laser focused on one objective. Even those who greet him in the halls cannot break him. Whenever one is called off the anxiety of loss weighs heavy on their minds.

Gabe firmly grips the metal door handle, tugging it open to reveal the sound of rushing water. He traces down the origin of the sound, feeling excitement as he does. Although the locker room is large, he can see the puffs of steam above a certain shower. The fog was thick, a clear correlation to Jack's stress. Realizing what kind of torment he has been under lately forms a heavy sadness in Gabe's chest. He would lessen this burden on him, one way or another.

He quietly strips, all the way down to his skin. Without giving it a second thought he rips the curtain aside, nearly pulling it from the bar. Panic fills Jack's body, tossing him into a defensive position.

"Relax babe, just me." A large sigh escapes the blond's lips, his posture relaxing a bit.

"Jesus Christ Gabe, why would you do that?" The Blackwatch commander steps into the shower, returning the curtain to its original position. The hot water nearly burns to the touch, turning Gabe's skin red.

"Fuck!" He swears, quickly turning the handle. "Hard time, eh?" Jack runs a shaky hand through his golden locks. His hand settles at his eyes, applying pressure to them.

"Yeah. Look, Gabe, I just want to be alone right now." His hands find their way to Jack's shoulders, gently massaging them.

"You know what will help you." His unwavering voice caught Jack's attention. Although he denied it, his determination and persistence was what he needed. Jack has a big heart, yet he failed to care for himself properly. Gabe was the one who looked after him when all his energy was spent on others. Right now he knew what his partner needed and was determined to provide him that salvation.

In front of him was a sad sight. Jack looked ragged, run down to the bone and completely exhausted. Their eyes meet and Gabe sees the strain in them. He prevents the heartbroken expression from gracing his face. Now was not the time to focus on himself, someone more important needed his attention. He places his hands on Jack's sides, gaining his full attention.

"All you gotta do is relax, I've got you." The world seems to fade away as their faces grow closer. Tension fills the air as their quickened breaths brush against each other. Unable to withstand his lust he pulls in, pressing his lips against Jack's. They hold each other as close as possible as they melt into each other's embraces. A week was not a long time but missing Morrison's daily briefs, unable to speak to him. Heck, even being able to watch him from afar was something he held precious.

He moves a hand to the back of Jack's neck, deepening the kiss. Their bodies fall back to the wall, slowly sliding to the floor. The warm waters rains on their bodies, droplets finding their way to mysterious places. Pleasure ripples down the commander's body as Gabe's mouth travels to his neck, gently biting the skin there. These nibbles trail down, making stops at his shoulder, chest, down to his stomach and finally arriving at his inner thighs. The small sensations cause a radiant blush to appear on Jack's face along with a few gasps as the teasing continues.

"What do you want?" He asks in a deep and husky voice, refusing to move any further. The blond's thoughts scramble. Before Jack can speak he must ready himself, gaining his breath back and attempting to quell his thoughts. "I need to hear you say it."

"God damnit Gabe, blow me!" As if on cue Jack's wishes are granted. His member is enveloped in Gabriel's hot, wet mouth who hollows his cheeks as his head bobs in a fast rhythm. The lithe body writhes under the Latino, producing lust filled moans that echo throughout the empty room.

Jack barely notices as Gabe's middle finger makes it way into him. His body becomes ready within minutes due to years of treatment. Gabe roughly helps his partner to his feet. He pins him against the wall, aligning his aching cock to Jack's entrance. A single push causes his knees to buckle beneath him.

Thrusts so deep and hard, on the edge of violent. Full of need. He leans over, chomping on a patch of skin near the crook of his neck. Feeling both pain and pleasure successfully distracts him from the negative thoughts that plague him. With a few blows to the prostate the bubbling sensation building in Jack's core erupts, clamping his walls tightly around the brunet. A few extra thrusts cause Gabe's hips to buck forward, filling the blond. They remain still as they catch their breaths. Once caught up they lower to the floor, finally separate from each other. The change in pressure causes a small trail of white to drip down Jack's leg. One last kiss ends the perfect act.

After cleaning up their mess the water is turned off, barely able to stand on their own two feet. With the aid of each other they manage to arrive at a nearby bench. They dry themselves off and reassemble their attire.

"Feel better?" Gabe states, finally breaking the silence. Jack lazily nods his head. The two make their way to Gabe's car, settling down before setting off on their course. Silence fills the atmosphere as Jack slowly drifts asleep in the car. A sweet smile graces Gabe's face as he glances at his sleeping sweetheart. Upon arriving at their destination Gabriel aids Jack into his home and to his bed. He settles him down, pulling the sheets over the worn-out commander. Gabe joins him, pulling him close to his chest.

"Love you Jack." Soft snores fill his ears, not at all surprising to the Latino. He kisses his temple before attempting to join him in slumber.