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Gabriel Alejandro Reyes was never aware of how completely possessive a bastard he was until he saw Cole dressed to the nines as close to slutty as possible yet still classy to complete a honeypot mission. Skin tight jeans. A low cut white button down, collarless shirt that was unbuttoned at the top three buttons, his facial hair shaved off and skin baby smooth, his eyes lined with kohl.
This was a VERY bad time to realize how possessive a bastard he was.
Especially considering the smarmy 19 year old was NOT Gabriel’s to be possessive of.
Well other than being his agent.
Which was a whole OTHER can of worms.
“How do I look jefe,” Cole drawled, turning around in tight circles to try and see himself from every angle in the shit mirror of the hotel room their squad had commandeered for this mission.
Simple recon. No real threats.
So why did Gabriel wanna grab Cole and either fuck him ten ways to Sunday on the nearest surface (a table if you must know) or bundle him up in a blanket and hide him from the world.
“Grade A Cass,” Reyes managed to bite out a bit stiffly.
Jaunita Rodriquez, the SUPPOSED TO BE honeypot for this mission tutted at Cole to get him to sit still so she could fix his wire.
“I still can’t believe intel missed the fact our mark is a homosexual… like c‘ mon…” Hank Jones, their fourth operative griped. “Were hella lucky this guy walked up to Cassidy in the bar and didn’t just bust this whole thing entirely.”
“Well they got, tall skinny and brunette right.” Rodriquez muttered.
“Now honey you cain’t blame him for what his mama gave him,” Jones cackled, throughly entertained by this whole turn of events.
“Hah, hah,” Jaunita sniped back.
“Im mighty sorry bout that,” Cole offered, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “I didn’t think posting up sentry at the end of the bar would wind up with ME to honey in this pot.”
“No one did, mijo,” Gabriel muttered, trying to be good natured, knowing his aggressive thoughts would show if he let them. He had to reign it in. “Let’s see how you do. You meet him at the casino in 15?”
“Yessir.”
“Then let’s get cracking. This is his first honey pot so any signs of distress if Cole says to word peacekeeper and we extract.”
“Yessir Commander,” they chorused dutifully.
‘Or we just scrap this whole thing and I take him home,’ Gabriel griped internally, smacking himself in the forehead when no one was looking.
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Reyes broke four pens, a microphone, and dented two steel water bottles on that honey pot mission.
But Cole was a success anyway. Even if he didn’t understand why Reyes wanted to personally and privately debrief him afterward.
He finally figured it out when Reyes kissed the breath out of him the second the hotel room door shut behind Rodriquez.
“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” Gabriel admitted gently, still cupping the cowboy’s face in his hun calloused hands. “This is entirely inappropriate and I should…”
“Fuckin’ kiss me again, jefe, and don’t stop next time,” Cole barely breathed but it was enough invitation for Gabriel.
That night Gabriel got a reason to be possessive and despite his success Cole got landed on the “no honeypot” list.