1st June Drabble

“This seems wrong, Gabe.”

Gabriel waves Jack’s concern away, eyes stuck on McCree’s hairy ass as he moved about like a sleepwalker.

“Doesn’t hurt him to do some damn cleaning for once,” he decides eventually, then calls over: “McCree! Get those lower shelves, will you?”

Jesse pauses, seemingly having to think about what Gabriel had said, then turns back into the direction he came from and squats down.

Jack makes a choking sound when they get a good look at the cowboy’s hairy crack, and Gabriel stretches out some more, sighing deeply.

“That’s the life. Finally able to lay back and have a hairy himbo tend to my every need, Jackie.”

Jack turns away, looking rather disturbed. He looks Gabriel up and down.

“Not sure this is what your smoke should be used for.”

“To the contrary: I think there’s not a more excellent or benign use for it,” Gabriel argues, eyes roving over Jesse’s broad back and to the swing of his heavy testicles between his thighs as he continues to squat to properly reach the lower shelf.

“You see, Jackie, I don’t think you know McCree very well at all if you think for a damn second that the boy’s not gonna nut the second he realizes what I’ve done to him. It’ll be spanking material for the next few decades to come. He’s a nasty pervert.”

Jesse finally stands back up and wanders over to the dirty laundry in the corner that Gabriel had strategically placed there just earlier when he finally got fed up with everything and decided to ‘fuck it’.

Jack doesn’t reply to it, and when Gabriel glances over he can see that the pale blue eyes are stuck on Jesse as well, cheeks flushed the slightest bit. He might still, even after all these years, like to pretend that he is better than all of them, but Jack still could appreciate a hot guy when he sees one.

“What are you going to do with him?” he asks eventually.

Gotcha, Gabriel thinks. His grin widens and he sits forward, elbows planted on his knees.

“Well. First he’s gonna clean our rooms. Then I’ll have him finally take a goddamn shower because he reeks. Hmmm… and I should still have that account on the streaming site… would be fun to have him make a show and see what total strangers think of the beast.”

Jack grunts. Gabriel had half expected him to start arguing again about how they couldn’t make McCree do something like that when he was not cognizant of what he was doing, but he really seems to be into the idea himself.

Especially when Gabriel calls for their servant of the day and Jesse turns, staring at them with a blank expression, his fat breeder cock hanging heavy between his thighs, fully on display.

“Don’t you want to see what he can do with that monster?” Gabriel croons at his husband.

Jack licks his lips.

“I kinda want to. Yes.”