Patreon Comp – Fic#91 – Reaper/Soldier76 – fart kink; dudebro Soldier – Wind

(This marks the start of the new round of the patreon comp! also, keep in mind the kink listed above :) )

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“Fuuuck I should just stop eating those damn puddings,” Jack groans as he drags himself into the common area. A few of the guys around the pool table laugh. Gabriel just ducks his head a little and tries to focus on the novel he is reading on his holo pad.

He hopes Jack will not see him in the armchair, but he’s a huge guy so he has no chance. His boyfriend makes his way over to him, groaning and holding his belly. Half of it is just faked for the amusement of the other guys, but Gabriel knows that Jack actually is in quite some discomfort due to his lactose intolerance.

Halfway to him he waits, lifts his legs, and rips a big one. Unapologetic and disgusting. Gabriel pulls a face but the other guys start roaring with laughter. Jack laughs right along, stretching himself out a little and rubbing his belly.

“Shit, that’s better.”

“You’re a fuckin’ pig, Morrison,” one of the other soldiers calls over, a huge grin on his face. “My girlfriend would’ve gutted you.”

“Damn if only she would,” Jack replies easily, rounding Gabriel’s armchair and presenting him with his descending ass. Gabriel just has a split second to pull his data pad out of the way to make room on his lap for his boyfriend.

“Can’t you sit on a chair like a normal human?” he grunts. He still got the sound of Jack’s fart echoing in his ears. His belly feels all hot and conflicted, twisting in on itself in a weird way that makes him almost squirm. He forces himself to remain stock still as Jack easily drapes himself over him, leaning back and using him like a glorified piece of furniture.

“Why? That’s what I got a boyfriend for, don’t I?” he says distractedly.

Gabriel can see how he is still slowly rubbing his belly. Jack is known for indulging way too much in the puddings that the cafeteria offers on Thursday evenings; it’s pretty much the exact same scenario every week… only that Gabriel usually remembers to stay away from their usual spots when Jack is gassy.

He just plain forgot this time.

The others ignore them, resuming their game. They’re as unapologetic about the huge farts Jack rips as Jack himself.

Gabriel doesn’t find gas particularly funny, but he hasn’t paid attention to it, too. He just doesn’t mind as long as he doesn’t have to suffer the smell of it, staying for himself and reading while the other guys tried to one-up each other.

Since knowing Jack, though, his opinion has somewhat… changed.

And he starts to think that Jack might have noticed, too. The guy is a lot smarter and more perceptive than he’d like anyone to think. It’s a devious strategy, but one that is usually fruitful.

Others let their guard down around him. He’s grown to become very good at reading people. It’s something Gabriel always has to remind himself of; and something he quietly admires Jack for. Unless Jack uses that knowledge to torment Gabriel – like now.

Nothing happens for the longest time. Gabriel grumbles and protests Jack’s goddamn heaviness. Jack retorts something or other. It does not matter. Gabriel likes being close to him, of course; he likes the easy way with which Jack shows off that they are together. That he’s not ashamed of them. Complaining is just a part of their usual routine; a back-and-forth that barely even pings on Gabriel’s radar anymore.

He has twisted a bit to the side and started reading again while Jack idly watches the pool game, when it happens again:

Gabriel feels the vibration and the heat of the blubbering air through his sweats even before he really registers the cadence of one of Jack’s farts.

He swears he can feel the pressure somewhat ruffling his pubes, the tickling sensation shuddering through his whole body. He is frozen to the spot, head empty; plain shocked about the audacity and the fact that the other guys are absolutely roaring with laughter now.

He should throw Jack to the ground and be furious, but the moment stretches and stretches, and then it’s too long and the opportunity has come and gone. He’s still just trying to catalogue why his body is so goddamn hot and why his cock is-

Gabriel is starting to sport an erection. Jack farts on him like a damn slut and he is getting an erection for it.

And Jack can feel it – Gabriel knows. He can pinpoint the exact second when the steadily stiffening cock is poking against Jack’s sweatpants clad ass and makes itself known to his boyfriend – his back stiffens minutely and the back of his neck starts to flush a shade of red that it only does when Jack is turned on as well.

“Damn, Reyes. Stoic as fuck. I think I’d flipped a lid if my girl had ripped a juicy one right on top of me.”

Gabriel snorts. He hopes he looks uneffected. Like he’s above all this. And not like his skin still tingles from the pressure of the hot air getting blown right through the fabric of his pants and against his naked cock underneath.

Nobody says anything else so maybe he manages to pull it off. Jack is slowly turning his head and glancing at him over his shoulder. His flush has crawled up into his ears now. Jack rarely gets excited or embarrassed enough to show any color, but when he does it shines like a goddamn stoplight. He looks like his ears should be glowing in the dark, his bright blue eyes glassy.

They stare at one another. Gabriel’s hand goes slack, data pad falling to the thick rug beneath the armchair. He slowly reaches out for Jack’s hips, trying not to pull attention to them while he shakes his head at him.

His heart is racing, making him almost nauseous as he glances between the guys ringing the pool table and his boyfriend looking very serious and very turned on by the fact that Gabriel is obviously a nasty pervert that enjoys having a guy fart on his dick.

Gabriel feels another hot burst of air, this one near silent. His arms curl around Jack’s midsection, panicked, cock kicking up against Morrison’s ass when some of the stink reaches his nostrils.

Jack doesn’t usually smell, surprisingly enough, but it is not unheard of. Nausea starts to fight with humiliated excitement. It’s so… nasty. Disgusting. He can’t believe Jack is so unapologetic about this and can still stand in front of brass and make his reports looking like the picture perfect soldier.

He’s gunning for Strike Commander, for Christ’s sake!

Jack is starting to move. He’s sliding minimally against Gabriel’s cock, exerting pressure paired with the fragrant heat swamping Gabriel’s crotch.

He can’t do anything about it. He tries to keep him from moving too much, too obvious, but all that it does is put pressure on Jack’s insides and cause him to rip yet another juicy one that has Gabriel’s back go ramrod straight and his blood pump through his veins something fierce.

He’s holding on for dear life now, the laughter of the guys and their good natured complaints and ribbing distorted in his ears. Jack is answering them, but he sounds distracted. Gabriel’s fat erection poking his ass is doing wonders, apparently.

Gabriel is not a prude, not by a long shot, but he can’t wrap his head around the fact that Jack would not only blatantly release his dairy induced farts in public, but would also actively try to make Gabriel cream his pants.

Gabriel wishes he were a smaller guy than he actually is, so he could at least hide himself somewhere.

Jack is twisting around. He manages to bring his mouth against Gabriel’s ear, his deep, gravelly voice feeling like nails dragging against Gabriel’s nerve endings with how primed he is for anything and everything this disgusting man is about to do.

“Could go to the bathrooms, Gabe… I could sit my naked ass on your dick and fart directly on it. You got any idea how that would echo?”

Gabriel can’t get a word out. He is afraid of how loud he might be. How much attention he would draw to them. He is shaking his head again, pulse visibly racing in his throat. His cock is twitching again, giving away just how he feels about the nasty suggestion of this madman.

He can feel Jack’s teeth against his ear and knows he is grinning.

“Damn, babe… you’re really missing… out.” He can hear the strain in Jack’s voice as he starts to bear down. Gabriel’s world narrows to a pinpoint, his cock pulsing in the delicious swamp Jack has created in Gabriel’s sweats.

Jack farts, loud and burbling. Gabriel can feel the bubbles of it against his twitching dick; imagines the putrid hot air enveloping is stupid cock before he gets hit with the nastiest stench yet.

He’s never experienced having to gag while shooting his load in a room full of guffawing guys. He hadn’t known that it was possible. That his body could feel such conflicting sensations and somehow mash them into one pleasurable experience.

He can feel the fabric of his sweats clinging to his cock when the cum soaks through it in seconds, and he knows he is confined to his chair with his farting boyfriend on his lap for hours until the other guys finally go so nobody will witness his utter shame.

Jack grins again. He knows exactly what is going through Gabriel’s mortified head.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get ‘em to leave sooner or later.”

He rips another one.