Junkrat honestly couldn't tell if things were awkward between him and Roadhog now or not. Regardless as to whether or not the two were now living uncomfortably together, they had made their way into Europe through the back channels. They'd made their way through France, through the tunnels, and now they were in England. And there was only one reason, and one reason alone, to be in England.
And that was the Crown Jewels.
Their plans were set, the bombs were lit, and the bike was waiting. For all the high tech, first class quality surveillance that the Crown Jewels had nothing could compare to a good old fashion explosion blowing out the wall, shattering protective glass, and grabby hands. It had barely taken a few minutes. The Royal Guards didn't know what hit them. Among the gun fire and plumes of smoke the Junkers had made it back to Roadhog's waiting ride and away they went.
Above them helicopters hovered, lights searching the streets, police cars valiantly trying to keep up with the duo as they drove a bike that was older than the cops themselves were. But the bike was loved, looked after, and had an engine that would floor anyone who came near it. Roadhog handled it without thinking, like the bike was an extension of himself. Even with Junkrat laughing hysterically besides him, lobbing bombs and grenades at the police who attempted to catch up to them, the bike drove like a dream.
He also felt exceptionally pretty with the crown atop his head.
The police would have to fill in so much paperwork about how they let this happen. How two criminals had busted in, stolen the crown jewels, and taken off with them on a bike that still had wheels. No doubt they would be fired. The shame of the police world. Already the duo were on the news worldwide for nicking the Crown Jewels so easily. They would no doubt go down in history as one of the most notoriously renowned criminal pair in history.
Move over Bonnie and Clyde. Here comes Junkrat and Roadhog.
Wheezing with laughter, Roadhog makes his way through into a room and closes the door only once Junkrat had entered the room as well. They were in private now, high of the adrenaline of the successful heist and the gold Crown Jewels that were still theirs. Junkrat spun on his peg leg, now a golden scepter, before putting his hands to his hips. "All hail King Jamison Fawkes the First!"
"And Duke Mako." Roadhog added, pausing to admire himself in the mirror with the jeweled crown atop his masked head.
"Yeah!" Junkrat laughed, moving over to Roadhog and posed besides him, hand to his own chest. "Crawlin' our way up in the world, Hog. Already hit Japan 'n France, now we gotta go make a name for ourselves elsewhere!" he turned to look up at the taller man, heart still racing and he felt as though he had fire crackers in his stomach. Suddenly he launched up at him, throwing his arms around Roadhog's thick neck and pressed his lips to the leather lips of the mask.
Normally, he'd do such a thing when the other was asleep. He had only the guts to do it once and it had earned him a lesson from Roadhog but he could not stop himself now. He pressed himself against Roadhog, breaking the kiss off to erupt into further giggles of overly excited glee. The large man stood there, for but a second before he pushes Junkrat backwards. Giving a surprised noise Junkrat felt his back hit the bed and for the second time in as many a week Roadhog was pushing him down onto the bed.
The mask was gone, discarded, and he felt lips upon his stomach. For a moment a laugh fell from his lips but this was different. Roadhog wasn't blowing down against his skin like last time. Those were kisses. Roadhog's rough lips and warm breath tickled against Junkrat's skin, and he shifted his one good flesh hand down to touch the top of the older Junkers head. "H-ha what're you doin' down there.." he mumbled, a rare sensation of shyness blooming within him.
"Mmfh." was his answer from Roadhog as the lips began to, slowly, carefully, crawl higher. Junkrat's single foots toes curled in on themselves and he trembled. Unlike last time he was not laughing hysterically. He was feeling a sensation he'd only felt in private, especially not with Mako all but on top of him. God he was heavy. Not so heavy that it hurt, but that was a heavy weight Roadhog carried with him.
This was happening, right? It wasn't just his mind going into over drive with his fantasies like it normally did after a successful heist. He'd imagine Roadhog pushing him against a wall and kissing him desperately, with a hungry need he knew he'd never show for him. But this was happening, it was. This felt too real.
And when Roadhog's lips crushed themselves down against his own, stealing any and all breath from his lungs, Junkrat knew this was real. He kissed him back, hands gripping, the motion enough to knock the crown off of Roadhog's head as the two men remained locked in the heated, hungry kiss as they tasted one another's lips. Lips turned to tongue, as Junkrat felt Roadhog's thick, broad tongue ease itself into his mouth and he welcomed it as a generous host. It earned Roadhog a soft, breathless moan from the younger man which soon turned into a groan.
He pulled back a little, a blissed out expression on his face before he frowned a little, and shut his eyes. "You're kinda heavy, Hog." Junkrat murmured breathlessly, trying to find his voice from where it had retreated down his throat.
"Hfff..." a heavy breath from Roadhog, pushing down against his cheek, before the Junker rolled off of him to lay besides him on the bed. Giving a pull, Junkrat was easily rolled onto his side so the two were now facing one another.
Shit. Had he messed up? Was Roadhog going to reach for his mask and replace it? Junkrat did not want that, so he swiftly closed the space between them and kissed him hungrily this time. Their noses pushed against one another, so unused to being the kisser Junkrat poured all he could into it. Trying to say in actions, more so in words, that he didn't want this to be the only time they'd be like this. How much he wanted Roadhog, this tenderness, this affection.
Roadhog didn't respond at first but he very slowly returned the affection, like the old man he was being pulled into action by the younger one. He could appreciate the eagerness from the other, how desperate Junkrat seemed and felt in his arms. He was trembling, which was not new, but the normal shakes and twitches Junkrat had was nothing compared to this. Roadhog broke the kiss, again, before trailing his lips down against Junkrat's jawline until he found his neck.
"Easy." he assured him with a deep, soft word. "Don't panic."
"Panic? Who, what? Me? Never!" Junkrat said shakily, fingers curling against Roadhog's neck and shoulders. "Dunno what you're talkin' about."
"You're a terrible liar." Roadhog said, resting his forehead down and against Junrkat's shoulder. "Should get better at it if you want to remain a criminal mastermind."
Junkrat huffed like an insulted child, but hooked his one good leg up and over Roadhog's thick side as best he could. He nuzzled closer, eyebrows narrowed still, but he felt content regardless. Roadhog hadn't pulled away. He hadn't talked about this being it. They were all out cuddling one another on the bed after making out, so that meant stuff was serious. Right? Should he ask? Roadhog didn't like talking too much about anything. If anything these were the most words he'd heard Roadhog say in a long while, and that's saying something.
So for now he holds onto him. Almost afraid to let go.
The kisses against his chest earns Roadhog a happy little wriggle, and giggle, from the younger man. He smiled against his skin, before resting his head down on the pillow and, slowly, sighed. This was comfortable. How quickly it had turned to this, from a hidden kiss to a leather mask, to a retaliation of belly raspberries and now this. Why fight it? People fought instincts all the time. And Roadhog was not a person; he hadn't been a person in a long time. So his instincts spoke of touch, desperation for touch and kisses that he only wanted from Junkrat.
Nobody else deserved it. And most certainly nobody deserved to be treated like this by Junkrat, either. They'd been working together for over a year now. There was a connection. Funny though, ask Roadhog about this a year ago and he would have snorted and laughed at the very notion of having a connection with someone. Least of all a physical attraction to somebody, especially someone built like Junkrat. And yet, here they were.
Would he change it?
Never. Not ever, for anything.
After all, what's his, is his.