I don't play Overwatch, but I'm still a huge fan~I've ALWAYS shipped McCree and Hanzo since I discovered Overwatch. I may or may not write another story for Junkrat and Roadhog... But that's another day~ Have fun reading this one y'all.It's Modern-time, McCree and Hanzo have never seen each other. Overwatch has never existed.
Hanzo slammed the door to the club. He was sick of drinking, embarrassed of what he'd just done.
How could he be so stupid-jumping up on the tables and kicking all of the drinks off.
He hailed a taxi and quickly got home to his apartment complex.
He lived in 3b, a cozy home for two. Sadly, two wasn't Hanzo's lucky number.
He cursed himself for not listening to his father's advise and proposing to Mei-The girl he met in college that he had a crush on.
Of course he was a coward and didn't tell her that.
Of course he had to cry at her wedding, when he wished he was the one kissing her instead of sitting in a seat in that tight tuxedo.
He walked up the two flights of stairs to his apartment, stumbling a little on the way because of the drinks he had downed.
"Hiya!"
Hanzo looked over to discover a man who looked straight out of a western movie.
"I'm yer new neighbor. Jesse. Jesse McCree."
Hanzo took his appearance in.
He had a cowboy hat on, it was brown and looked very... well loved. Under the hat was brown hair, shaggy and unbrushed. His jeans were accompanied my black boots, they had spurs on them.
And his red checkered shirt... It was unbuttoned to reveal his hairy, muscular chest.
Hanzo accepted the handshake.
"Ya look just a bit drunk there bud."
Jesse chuckled at the man fumbling with his keys.
Hanzo's vision blurred. He couldn't see the lock. Stupid alcohol.
"Lemme get that fer ya... Didn't quite get yer name there?"
"Hanzo Shimada." His voice was high pitched, sounding nervous and almost sexual.
Fuck... What's happening to me...
Hanzo felt his pants get tighter.
Jesus Christ... Just open the door so I can leave.
Jesse finished with the lock and handed the key to Hanzo. Chuckling as he stumbled into the apartment. "Do ya need some help there bud?"
Hanzo shook his head furiously, but his balance was off. He was too drunk to stand.
Shit.
Hanzo reluctantly nodded, almost unable to speak. But managed a few words. "Take me to bed..."
Oui. That sounded better in my mind... It wasn't supposed to come out like that...
Hanzo was picked up bridal style, carrying him to the queen-sized bed. "There ya go." Jesse set him on the bed. "Do ya have milk Hanzo?"
Nod.
"I'll go get some fer ya. Be right back."
Ugh... I feel like I'm going to throw up... I shouldn't have had so many.
Jesse came back with a Ball Jar filled with milk. "Here ya go Hanzo. I think this'll make ya a little better."
He walked to Hanzo, putting the jar on the desk next to the bed. "Ya don't look so good Hanz..."
His accent...Oh God I'm gonna throw up."I have to go to the bath... room..."
I sat up, my head a jumbled mess of perverted images flying around like sparrows in a barn.
"Got ya." Jesse picked me up, I could feel his muscles flexing as he used them to carry me to the toilet.
As soon as he let me down by the toilet-side, I threw up into the bowl.
Jesse noticed there were no towels and whipped off his checkered shirt, wiping my mouth with it. "I got ya baby, don't worry."
Hanzo fell back into his arms, they sat there for at least an hour, McCree was running his thumb along Hanzo's arm when the sickly man decided.
I'm sick. This isn't because of the alcohol. I've caught a cold must be. Or the flu
Hanzo shuddered.
I hope it's not the flu.
My thoughts were interrupted by a hand wrapping around my waist.
God, it feels good to be held by someone.
Jesse inhaled the scent of Hanzo's hair. The smell was intoxicating, an apple scent mixed with... vanilla...
Jesse wanted more of that smell. He wanted to smell that in the morning when he woke up from a night's slumber. But he knew he couldn't force Hanzo. Hell, he didn't even know if the man liked dudes... But then again.
Here we are... Cuddling.
Hanzo stirred. "I need my bed..."
"Of course."
Jesse picked him up again with ease and carried him to his room. "There ya go, prince."
Hanzo smiled as he was gently tucked in, but the happiness was replaced by sadness when he heard Jesse speak.
"I'll be goin' now then, don't wanna keep ya up."
His finger were intertwined with Hanzo's. And Jesse made no move to leave yet.
"No-" Hanzo stuttered. "S... Stay. I need you..." He realised what he just said.
Jesse smirked.
"Just in case I need to hurl again... I won't be able to get there by myself."
Welp, he definetely likes guys.
"Do ya have a blanket for the couch?"
Blanket? Doesn't he get it?!
"No I want you t... to..." Hanzo trailed off. His voice was almost a whisper. "I want you to sleep with me here. In my bed."
Jesse nodded. He climbed right in besides Hanzo, pulling the covers over them both, but keeping a painful distance between them.
Hanzo rolled over to Jesse, putting his head on the man's bare chest, listening to his heartbeat.
Thump. Thump. Thump
Jesse's arms wrapped around Hanzo's body. Warm and bulky...
Hanzo nuzzled his face into Jesse's chest, his fuzzy hair was almost like a pillow.
A hot pillow threatening to suck him into eternal distraction.
But God.
The way Jesse ran his hand up and down his back... Hanzo had a feeling.
A hot feeling from deep within his core. That hot feeling a man gets right before he puts his cock into something... Right before the pleasure is sucked out of him.
Hanzo could feel his erection rubbing against Jesse's hip. He couldn't help grinding-barely even noticeable-onto Jesse's hip. Hanzo wanted more but he knew it'd be too much, too soon.
He sighed and closed his eyes. Maybe this was all just a dream.
Maybe Jesse McCree was an angel sent from hell to torment Hanzo's thoughts with images of his body...
Maybe it wasn't real.
Hanzo heard Jesse's contented sigh and decided that it was not a dream. This was real.
Then Hanzo drifted off into oblivion, into that wonderful place we all go when we rest.
Sleep.
