"What the fuck is the bag for?"

Gabriel's question is gruff and almost impatient, he had been waiting for Jack for nearly an hour. They had agreed to meet at a specific time in the Strike Commander's room- but the blond was late, texting him nearly thirty minutes past the original meeting time. Jack just smiles softly, quietly locking and securing the door behind himself. He walks over and sits on the bed next to his dark haired partner with a reply,

"I thought we could spice things up today. The bag is just a few things I thought you might like. For example…"

He pauses, the corners of his mouth twitching ever so slightly in a grin. He sets the bag on his lap, opening the folded paper top to pull out something shiny and metal, "I was hoping you'd let me try these first."

Gabriel eyes the handcuffs for a moment, his question following after, "Let you? Who exactly do you think you're talking to here?"

The blond raises his eyebrows in a mischievous way. "Well they're not for me if that's what you're thinking. I brought the bag."

Jack leans in, kissing the crook of Gabe's neck, hitting the spots he knows now all too well. His hands are surprisingly rough, yet smooth in certain places. Calluses made from holding his gun for so many years, his scent of gunpowder and sweat, small things that seem to drive Gabe wild. He would let no one else this close to him.

Jack guides the two down onto the bed, trailing his tongue around the dark, salty skin. He nips at a sensitive part of his neck, earning a lustful groan from his partner.

"Damnit, don't leave a mark." Jack pulls away, doing away with the clothing on Gabe's torso. He marvels at the sculpted body, from his biceps, to his pecs, down to his abs and the v leading down to his crotch. He lowers his head down to his chest, biting a patch of skin harshly. The pain causes Gabe to sharply inhale, exciting him in the process. Just as he reels him in Jack pulls away, a small red spot where his mouth was.

"First these, then I'll continue." Jack jangles the cuffs in front of Gabe's face. Annoyed, Gabe raises his arms to the bedpost, allowing his partner to click the restraints around his wrists. Pleased, Jack works on Gabe's belt, unfastening it. Undoing the Latino's pants flusters the blond, causing a faint blush to grace his cheeks. Although, speed was not key for the commander. A warm, wet trail starts at Gabe's pecs, leading down to his stomach, landing at his hips. The blond hair is all Gabe can see from his position, his head so close to his cock. He once again bites down on his skin, nearly drawing blood. Gabe grits his teeth, tensing his body and bucking his hips.

His hips remain restrained as Jack continues his work, leaving another hickey in his wake. He focuses on the bulge in Gabe's boxers, choosing to lick the fabric instead of freeing his partner. Warmth permeates through the fabric as Jack suckles at the erection.

"You better cut the shit or you'll regret it." The threat nearly excites Jack, but he too lusts for more. He retrieves the lube from the bedside table, pushing down the boxers and generously slathering the gel onto his cock. Jack does away with his own pants and boxers, straddling his partner. The still room is silent as Jack remains unmoved above his partner.

"Beg." He simply states. The comment earns him a glare, which fills him with all the more joy knowing he would normally be in this situation.

"You're kidding me, right?" Jack refuses to move as a mountain does to wind. Realizing he's serious, Gabe throws his head back, a poor attempt to escape the situation. "God damn just the thought of you drives me crazy, and when I see you working your hardest I want to work hard with you. But, right now I just need your touch. All I want is to fuck you." Brash, yet strangely sweet. Gabe's honesty was always a charm for the strike commander, and he became eager to give the pleasure they both craved. Sweet, luxurious pressure weakens Gabe's knees like noodles in hot water. For once he does not force the strength back in them. It was rare to reap the benefits instead of doing the work, and, although he would hate to admit it, he relished it.

As if on cue, a blaring siren suddenly fills the room, causing Jack to tense with a jolt of panic.

"Fuck!" Gabe yells at the sudden tightening, startled at the sound as well. The alarm successfully fills the men with dread, praying they meant a drill instead of a raid on the base. Jack cranes his head to the side and his stomach drops at the sight of the spilled bag on the floor. He quickly jumps down, groping around to find the key to the handcuffs. "Can't you use the safety release?" Gabe asks on edge.

"No, they don't have any."

"What!? Why the fuck are these not play cuffs!?" He thrashes around the bed like a fish out of water. "GET ME OUT OF HERE!" Thoughts racing through his mind, he abandons finding the key as the sound of the alarm beats heavily down on him.

"I have to leave, I can't keep them waiting anymore. I'll think of something to excuse you, I promise. If this is not a drill I'll have someone come get you." Jack explains as he haphazardly tosses his clothes and armor on.

"I swear to God Morrison if anyone see me like this I will have your head." Gabe snarls as Jack rushes out of the room. An array of members run by, panicked yet focused. He follows suite, yelling orders and assisting several groups during their procedure. He diligently works to aid in their defenses, hopeful to return to his room soon, and not to a broken bed.

During his checklist of procedures he spots a young lady clad in black. He calls to her, quickly grabbing her attention.

"Commander Reyes is ill, I need you to watch over the Blackwatch teams." A twinge of delight crosses her face as she bows to the blond.

"Yes sir! I will do us proud." He nods in return, dismissing them back to their duties. The lack of disturbances lifts Jack's spirits, the usual indicator of a false alarm. Peaceful as the news may be, his heart continues to race at the thought of his partner's situation. With everyone's jobs done, they sit there anxiously awaiting what will happen next. After a few seconds of silence, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it, the PA system chimes.

"Congratulations Overwatch, you completed the drill on time and performed all procedures. You may return to your scheduled daily activities." Jack releases a deep sigh through his nose, loosening his stressed muscles. He makes his way atop of a box, clearing his throat to silence the room.

"Good work everyone. As always I am proud of your hard work and focus. Return to work and may you all be safe." Thoughts pound through Jack's mind as he walks back to his bedroom. HIs hotheaded lover will undoubtedly be furious about his circumstance, and may have even broken the bedframe in his absence. He stands in front of the door, taking a moment to prepare himself before entering. The room was just as he had left it, a blessing for the blond.

"Great, you're back. Get me out." Gabe said with irritation filling his voice. He was not the most patient of men.

"Not even a 'hello?'" He glares at the commander, unamused.

"My apologies, how was your day sweetheart? Had a hard day at work while I was stuck at the house?" Jack rolls his eyes at the sarcasm, making his way to the bed.

"I think I prefer you this way, let's keep this going for a little longer, hm?" It was hard to frown when Jack gently places a kiss on Gabe's cheek. Their session was interrupted and he does feel like he deserves something for being put through this.

"You better make it worth my while." Jack knew how to achieve this goal. His partner has a nasty habit of taking this too fast. He's aware of what he wants and does whatever to achieve it. However, Jack takes a different perspective. Teasings that seem to take eternity torture the brunet. Dirty talk sparks his imagination, and watching Jack work on himself causes him to crave his touch. By the time they finally intertwine once again Gabe is ready to burst like a champagne bottle. A few shakes and the cork pops with white foam. The room remains silent and still. The smell of sweat and sex penetrates their nostrils, a scent they've grown accustomed to. Jack slides off of the Latino, slumping down next to him.

"So, was it worth the wait?" Jack asks as he stares at the ceiling.

"Yeah, I guess you did." Pleased, Jack returns to the floor and scrounges for the key. The lost item made its way under the bed, its location revealed due to the glitter from the light. He unlocks the cuffs, allowing Gabe to rest his tired arms. "You know," he states while rubbing his wrist, "we could do this once in a great while." Jack takes him into his arms, placing sweet kisses on his temple.

"If you enjoyed it just say so, I wouldn't mind being cuffed sometime." Gabe groans, wrapping his arms around the blond.

"Be careful what you say or there could be a round two" Jack chuckles, nuzzling into the cuddle.

"Maybe later."