Patreon Compilation – Fic#104 – McCree/Reyes – Shaving kink; competence kink; body hair – Furry

Jesse already has a thunderous expression when he steps in, and it only darkens further when he sees the utensils that Reyes has very neatly lined up along the kitchen sink.

He’d almost popped an eager boner when Athena let him know that Reyes wanted to see him in his private quarters, but when he had seen that the door to the boss’ bathroom stood open with light spilling out his mood had taken an immediate nosedive.

“No,” he says stubbornly even before Reyes had opened his mouth. He crosses his arms in front of his chest and lowers his chin a little. He is stupidly aware that he acts and looks like a kid – especially when Reyes stares at him with lowered brows and a flat mouth – but he does not move closer. “Absolutely not, boss.”

“You look disgusting, kid. You look about ten or twenty years older than you are and like you have fleas or some shit. Come here.”

Jesse grits his teeth. Having joined Blackwatch has been an unending test of endurance and patience. Not a day went by that Reyes didn’t tell him to do some stupid shit and he dug his heels in to try and get his will (It never worked).

“I’m a grown-ass man and I can have my hair however the Hell I want,” he drawls, incidentally sounding more like a child than ever.

Reyes, with the patience of a saint, slaps the back of the chair he’s put in front of the sink. As if Jesse hadn’t said a word he orders: “Undress, then sit down. You’ll like it, I promise.”

“Boss…”

Reyes’ dark eyes become marginally harder, though his voice remains calm: “You are an agent of Blackwatch. You’ve been in the boonies for so long, surrounded by other mongrels that you don’t know how goddamn disgusting that scraggly shit looks that you call a beard. I want to send you on missions where you gotta seduce the targets. How the fuck do you think that’s supposed to work?”

He softens his voice a little when he sees how brick red Jesse has become: “I know nobody ever showed you how to do it. So come here and let me do the honors, alright? Nobody’ll ever hear about it. It’ll be our little secret. And you’ll love it. I promise you.”

Jesse hesitates, but… Reyes might be an asshole and a bastard, but he’s no liar. At least he has yet to lie to Jesse. So after a moment he starts to unbutton his shirt. Reyes’ mouth relaxes a bit.

“Good boy. No, don’t stop there. Strip everything.”

Jesse flushes at that. His eyes flick to the chair again; for the first time he notices that Reyes has put a towel on it for him to put his ass down on.

“...Huh?”

Reyes grins slowly with one side of his mouth. He reaches over and takes the old-fashioned razor blade that had been lying on the sink, lifting it up and studying it with seeming interest, his thumb slowly dragging against the edge to test how sharp it is.

“I am saying that you should get naked, boy. I am going to clean you up nice.”

Jesse swallows hard. His blood starts to pool in his groin. He’s seldom seen anything as scary and sexy as Gabriel Reyes with a razor blade in his hand. He struggles to get out of his clothes, body flushed and eager as he comes over to him naked, half-hard cock swinging between his thighs.

Reyes looks him slowly up and down, then smirks and points to the chair again. Jesse thinks that he looked decidedly satisfied with what he was seeing.

He sits down, chest heaving. He is a bit embarrassed but too horny to care about it. His cock starts to fill more as he stares at himself in the mirror, then at Reyes standing behind him, looking at him with a heavy-lidded, thoughtful stare.

“Alright, then… watch me, McCree.”

As if he could do anything else. His hands are curled around the sides of the chair’s seat, clutching it with white knuckled desperation as he lets Reyes do… whatever he wants, really.

He’s thrown a barber coat over him so the hair he is clipping from Jesse’s unruly beard wouldn’t itch everywhere. It also has the awkward side effect of Jesse’s cock now miming as a circus tent. He can’t remember the last time he had a professional haircut… if ever. Reyes moves around him with the self-assuredness of a man who has done this many many times before.

He mercifully does not mention the obvious erection. He probably has figured this was what would happen… Maybe Jesse had been staring at him a bit too obviously. He doesn’t know. Reyes is a master tactician, it figures that he can run circles around Jesse…

“Tilt your head back,” Reyes murmurs right next to his ear. Jesse’s heart leaps – and so does his cock. His chest is heaving as he feels Reyes’ strong fingers cradling the hinges of his jaw and slowly tilting his head up until it is lying back, throat bared. There’s a rush of adrenaline as Reyes liberally applies shaving cream to Jesse’s clipped-down beard. He can feel his nostrils flaring as he starts to breathe faster, fingers curled claw-like around the edges of the seat.

“Shhh…” Reyes whispers at him, one hand sliding down to rub Jesse’s chest over the barber’s coat. “Easy now…”

Jesse clenches his eyes shut and tries to follow the advice. The rasping sound of Reyes starting to shave his chin is loud in his ears. His heart is thrumming both in his chest and the tip of his cock, body weirdly undecided whether to find this insanely hot or scary. There is a hypnotizing rhythm about the whole process – slow scratch, pause, wipe, slow scratch.

His white knuckled grip loosens somewhat on the chair but his chest is still heaving. He feels like his cock is starting to wet at the tip and wonders if it’ll show through the weird fabric of the coat thrown over him. He can’t explain why on earth he finds it this insanely hot to get shaved by Reyes, but here he is.

“There we go… face is all done,” Reyes murmurs intimately into his ear. He presses a towel against Jesse’s chest. “Here… wipe yourself down while I get started on… the rest.”

Jesse’s fingers are numb as he reaches up and grabs the towel. He stares at it like he’s never seen anything like it before, then gasps when Reyes unceremoniously flips the barber’s coat up. His instinctive reaction is to clench his thighs shut, but Reyes is already there holding him nice and open. Jesse stares down at him who, in turn, stares at his cock. He looks very pleased indeed.

“Good… ‘s easier to see what needs trimming,” Reyes murmurs. His large hands slide along the insides of Jesse’s thighs while he stares at the big erection thrust proudly from the wild forest of Jesse’s pubes.

He’s not going to make it. He’s not going to live through this. He barely has a thought to look at himself in the mirror or admire how handsome he looks just with two wild sideburns down his jaw (he does look younger now).

Reyes is paying attention to his cock. Unwavering, undivided attention. There really is wetness glistening on the tip, peeking out of the generous foreskin. Reyes leans up and, without warning, gives it a nice, suckling kiss. Jesse chokes on his own tongue.

He has to close his eyes as Reyes begins the same process that he had already gone through on his face: first clipping the whole mess down before taking shaving cream and a razor to Jesse’s most private parts. Fuck. Fuck, this is scary. He is wheezing slightly with every breath, trying not to have the tiniest muscle jump in fear of a nick… but Reyes is as calm and masterful here as he had been treating Jesse’s face.

Every now and then he gives Jesse’s cock a kiss. Once he even suckled the tip into his mouth, tongue playing with the silky foreskin. It is like an owner praising their pet half-way through a doctor’s visit. Jesse is whining like a dog, too.

He can’t help it; not when Reyes is playing such a dirty game, lips swollen and glistening whenever Jesse manages to peek down long enough to focus his gaze properly for it. It also doesn’t help that Reyes is cradling his balls and humming softly under his breath when they start twitching the longer he takes to carefully trim everything down.

He doesn’t get him completely naked but he trims everything into a tasteful length that makes Jesse’s cock more visible. It looks almost monstrously big now. He stares at it with his mouth slightly gaping. Reyes has pulled the foreskin down to show off the swollen, dark red glans. Jesse can’t help but brace his heels against the floor and push his hips up into the touch when the sharp blade and the clippers are nowhere near his junk anymore.

Reyes looks so damn pleased with himself. Like a cat that got the cream.

“Good boy…” he murmurs huskily, leaning in and licking a stripe up the underside of Jesse’s dick, his dark eyes constantly on the flushed face of the younger man.

“Now… if you shower yourself like and wash your body down real nice, I got one last present for you…”

“Goddamn,” Jesse wheezes, his body tingling and hot and primed from the shave. “Yes sir!”