Kinktober Day 6
I'm still working from @dreamlandcreations's list. Day 6 prompts: roleplay - reunion sex - discipline
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Unspoken Longing
Back in the day in Deadlock, Cole would have bragged easily and often about any partners he had. Even in the early days with Blackwatch, he would join in on the sly looks and conversations about sex and partners. That had changed about four years into his tenure at Blackwatch, and when he had been officially made Reyes' second in command. At that point, Cole had worked specifically and almost exclusively with Reyes, maybe even Amari, in terms of the officers of Overwatch and Blackwatch. It wasn't very often that he interacted with anyone from Overwatch, let alone Commander Morrison.
Once Cole made 2IC, he was given more responsibilities. Responsibilities which included going to meetings with Reyes that included Morrison, Amari, and others. The first time he was in the same meeting room as Morrison, he was almost instantly taken back to the interrogation room with him in his Deadlock threads and Morrison in his working blues. It was over in a flash though, and Cole was able to be cordial. Somehow, he ended up between Reyes (who had slowly become like a father figure) and Morrison. Cole noted that Morrison looked - well, tired wasn't the only thing he looked. Haggard, maybe? Yet as the meeting went on, Cole began to understand how Morrison made it all work.
Time went on, and Cole would get assigned as part of Morrison's security detail. That became more and more of a regular thing, as Reyes wanted Cole to understand things from the Overwatch side of things.
"Mijo, as much as I know what your first impressions of him were, Morrison has a lot to teach you," Reyes had told him when Cole questioned it. "At the very least you can learn how he views the world and works through things."
The first time Morrison cracked a joke, Cole was floored. Mr High and Mighty Strike Commander had a sense of humor?? He subtly flipped off Reyes when Reyes looked at him with an "I told you so" look. As time had gone on, Cole had garnered new appreciation and respect for Morrison and everything that he did. More and more, Cole went with Morrison as the head of his security team. The two of them got closer, sharing stories over late night dinners and drinks. Cole found that Morrison's laugh and smile could light up the room.
Cole still remembered the first time things came to a head. For a few months, Morrison had been returning the flirty banter that Cole dished out, as well as winks and squeezes to the bicep. At first, Cole was taken aback; after some time, though, he had continued with the flirting. Their relationship had deepened after several incidents, including a riot and two assassination attempts. It was after one of the assassination attempts that their relationship changed even more.
Jack - for after that, Cole had been given permission to call him Jack - had been pacing around his assigned hotel room when Cole had entered after debriefing with Reyes over vid-comm. The look on his face when Cole closed the door was a mix of relief, fear, and worry. Cole had just taken off his dark Blackwatch cowboy hat to set it down when Jack had walked over to him, taken his face in his hands, and kissed him with an air of desperation. Cole had dropped his hat to the floor in surprise, then returned the kiss. That kiss led to more, that led to them naked in bed, panting through orgasms.
Now, having a relationship with the strike commander in a professional manner or even as a friend was no problem. But a romantic relationship? With a subordinate? Not something that anyone outside (or even at other watch points) would understand. So in that way, Cole never said a word to anyone. Not even Reyes, though Cole was sure he knew something was going on.
Cole stayed out of the way in later years from getting in between the shouting matches between Reyes and Jack. Most everyone did at that point. The final time he had seen Jack, they had made frantic yet passionate love, tears occasionally appearing. Somehow, they both knew that would be the last moment of intimacy they would be able to get. As they laid there, wrapped in each other, Cole had felt Jack's fingers tapping out a message on his arm in Morse Code.
Get out of here, Cole, his fingers tapped out. There are going to be some serious accusations flying around. While I believe Reyes, not everyone does. I don't want you to be caught in the crossfire.
It was with a mixture of grief and horror that Cole had watched the coverage of the Swiss base explosion from a dusty bar in Mexico. When the news reported that they were considering anyone in the building, which had burned to the ground, who was missing but not found was dead including the Strike Commander and Commander, Cole took three bottles of high octane liquor and got blackout drunk while sobbing. His father and his lover, gone in a bang.
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Present Day.
Cole sat at a safehouse he had acquired over the years, located by the Blackfeet Indian Reservation in northern Montana. It was in the foothills of the mountains by Glacier National Park and the Saint Mary Lake. It was where he went to be near his native family and to get some peace and quiet while he got enough information together for the new Overwatch. Over the years, he had gotten confirmation that Reyes, Morrison, and Amari had survived over the past decade or so.
He had been glad that he had to split firewood when he had found out. There was so much anger that he had to get it out, and not on himself in a destructive way. He had sent off a message to two of the three; Cole knew well enough to not reach out to Reyes, especially when he was in deep with Talon. Ana had visited him the week before, each of them so glad to see the other.
"I'll try to send Jack your way, habibi," she had said with a knowing look. "You know how stubborn he was then; he has gotten worse now with that." Cole thanked her, and a few days after that she had left.
Three days after Ana left, Cole had been working in his yard with things like fixing the hen house, feeding the chickens, watering his garden and flowers. Small things that tended to build up but were relatively easy to discharge, even if it took all afternoon. As the sun started going down, Cole finally finished and looked towards the long drive as he heard a hover bike come into hearing range. He took off his shirt and wiped his face as he heard the bike come close enough and then stop. Cole wasn't worried about not seeing who it was at first; if they were there for nefarious reasons then they wouldn't have been so blatantly loud.
Cole took off his hat long enough to run the shirt through his hair. As he put the hat back on, he heard a voice that he never thought he would hear again.
"Still wearing the cowboy hats, I see," Jack said, his voice deeper and half broken. Cole's shirt dropped to the ground, forgotten, as he took in Jack's look. Dark blue jeans, boots, a brown leather jacket over what looked like a green Henley; Jack looked like the typical Midwestern dad on a solo bike trip. He even had the sunglasses and the Indiana Pacers ball cap to top it all off. Cole pressed a hand to his mouth, his eyes filling up with tears.
"Jack, you absolute ass," he said, his voice tearful. "Why? Why did you wait so long to reach out?" Jack walked up, pausing about two feet away from Cole, his own jaw quivering with held back emotion.
"I....I was too hurt, and then too vengeful and angry to reach out," Jack replied. "I wanted to tie up loose ends first, and get a handle on my anger. To my dismay, it took this long to get back to you. There isn't enough 'I'm sorry's' to make up for allowing you to think I was dead." He took off his hat and glasses, allowing his face to be lit up by the golden afternoon light. Cole felt his heart squeeze at the sight of that beloved face, now bisected by two large scars and covered by quite the beard. Cole huffed, then picked up his shirt.
"Well, you can start by cooking dinner. I've got enough food to sate our appetites for now. Come on in," Cole said. Jack picked up his duffel and followed him in. Jack looked around as Cole got started on a roast and potato dish. It was simple, yet with a Southwestern flair that was subtle. Cacti littered everywhere; geometric, colorful blankets over the recliner and sofa; warm, earthen tones reflected from the paint to the rugs to the dishware and dish towels. Once the roast was in and cooking "low and slow," Cole turned to Jack.
"I've got a spare room, but the bed isn't big enough for either of us," he said. "Would - would it be okay if we shared?" Cole's voice was smaller than Jack had heard it in years; it was the smaller voice of the almost man he had interrogated all those years ago, covered in desert dust. Jack stepped forward, the wrinkles around his eyes crinkling in a smile. He had heard the unspoken forgiveness in those words. While it would take time to repair what they had, it was possible to start on that road.
"I do not mind sharing with you, Cole," Jack said, his eyes darting back and forth to re-memorize the man's features. The fuller beard, now with gray hairs sprinkled among the reddish brown; the way he had filled out with both muscle and fat; all of the new scars on his bare torso. He saw Cole's eyes doing the same, and saw the reflected longing in Cole's eyes that he knew was pouring from his.
Cole noted the same differences as before, and noticed more scarring on Jack's hands. Both of them, at the same time, lifted a hand and caressed the other's cheek. It caused both of them to smile before walking down the hallway hand in hand. The bedroom was decorated like the rest of the house, and a king sized bed took up a good portion of the space. Jack smiled at Cole, chuckling while Cole just flapped a hand at him.
"A man could hope that one day you would show up," Cole said. The slight hurt in his voice was muted yet present. Jack set down his duffel in a corner, then took Cole in his arms.
"Allow me to make it up to you?" he asked, running his nose along Cole's. Cole nodded, running his hands down Jack's torso and pushing his hands under the shirt to explore Jack's skin. Jack's laugh brought a smile to Cole's face; that had not changed over the years. Neither was the fact that he was ticklish. Jack took off his shirt and they embraced in a hug, just allowing themselves to breathe and feel each other again. After a bit, they took off their pants and climbed onto the bed, not ready just at that moment to be fully naked.
Their hands caressed each other as they kissed slowly, knowing they had hard work and conversations ahead yet wishing for the sweetness of the sugar to help the medicine go down later. Their fingers found each new scar, each new wrinkle; Jack made sure to take a moment to press a kiss to where metal met flesh.
"You only need to tell me what happened if you are comfortable doing so," he said. "I am so sorry that you had to go through that alone." A tear streaked down Cole's face to be kissed away by Jack. They continued their soft exploration, finally getting fully naked. Both were partially erect, yet did nothing but entwine their legs to continue with the slow pace.
"Fuck Jack did I miss you," Cole said after a deep kiss. "I mourned your loss, and it nearly broke me. To find that you are still here, and I can touch you again...." his voice trailed off as Jack slowly rolled them so he was on top and pressing Cole into the mattress like a weighted blanket.
"I am here, and I am real," Jack said as he peppered kisses all over Cole's face. "I do not plan on leaving you ever again."
"Even with me going back to Gibraltar?" At Cole's question, Jack pulled back and leveled him with a straight face, filled with love.
"Even with you going back to Gibraltar. I...feel like I can give back more than being alone," Jack said. "Plus, well...I need to be in place." Cole gave him a sharp look then nodded before wrapping his arms around Jack and pulling his head into a passionate kiss.
"I'm done talkin', mi amor," Cole said in between kisses. Jack moaned in agreement, seeing as Cole was sucking a love bite into his neck at that moment. Their movements got faster as they remembered what each liked. Jack reached up and grabbed the lube bottle he knew would be under the pillow. Cole blushed at that, and Jack just smiled down at him. Jack kissed around Cole's collarbones and pecs as he lubed up a few fingers, then circled the furl of his ass as he pressed a thumb to his taint.
Cole let out a loud moan, squirming under Jack's heavy weight. He let out almost a continuous series of moans as Jack slowly and reverently opened him up.
"Ah-ah-fuuuck Jack, please, please, please," Cole panted, his hips bucking as Jack thrust three fingers into his ass. "Please, I need you taking me, love!" Jack paused to press a kiss to Cole's lips.
"Anything for you, my dearest," Jack murmured, removing his fingers and slicking up his cock. He slowly pressed his cock in, gasping at the hot heat of Cole's ass as Cole's head dropped back on the pillow, back arching and mouth open in an almost silent moan. When he was all the way in, hips pressed to hips, Jack shivered and dropped his head to Cole's chest. They both took the time to get acclimated to feeling each other like this again before Jack's hips bucked by instinct.
Cole moaned a "yes, Jack, please" and Jack started thrusting. Slowly pulling out halfway before pushing back in, as though he couldn't bear the thought of pulling out farther than that. He needed to feel all of his lover; after twelve years apart, he knew Cole felt the same. Cole wrapped his legs around Jack's waist to keep him close while Jack put a hand behind Cole's head to cradle it as they kissed.
The sex that followed was a slow, devoted act of love. Their bodies quickly fell back into the familiar rhythm from years before, thrusting and kissing and stroking like no time had passed at all. In between moans were murmured words of love and affirmation, ensuring that the world outside of the room and the bed itself faded into the background. They climaxed together, gasping through it. As they caught their breaths, the world seemed to be more righted on its axis.
"Love you so much, sunshine," Cole murmured.
"I love you too, sweetheart," Jack replied.
