A/N: ok .. ok .. i tried something... so smut(?) warning towards the end. But most of this chapter is tame... i also have 0 idea how to write australian sounding characters .. so ..yeah. i blame this whole fic on the fact that Imany feat. Filatov & Karas - Don't Be So Shy (Radio Mix) gave me the idea.

You stared at Junkrat as he entered the HQ, was it just you or was he even dirtier than usual? Sure he was always covered in dust, sot and dirt but he usually had some … cleaner patches on his body. Now it looked like someone had used him to sweep a chimney and there was dried mud in his hair…. At least you hoped it was mud.

" What ya lookin' at ?" junkrat asked as he suddenly turned around and gave you a glare.

You jumped in surprise and felt how your cheeks warmed up from being caught staring.

" Eeeeh… what happen to you? You are a bit …more… dustier …. than usual?"

Junkrat looked down on his body and shrugged his shoulders.

" Hah? Looks clean to me." He said nonchalantly before he left you to wonder what classified as dirty in his standards.

You could not help but to glance towards him from time to time during the rest of the day. Only to see if he would clean up or actually intended to go around like that. You were not the only one who stared at him. You caught Ana glaring daggers at him for dragging in mud and sot into the clean corridors. Soldier76 had even stopped him to give him an earful but Junkrat had simply shrugged and walked away. Everyone else kept his or her distance from him … with the exception of Roadhog. But sometimes it looked like even he tried his best to not be closer than necessary.

You were on your way to your room when you caught Roadhog scrubbing his arms with a wet towel.

" …. Do you know if ..Junkrat plans to clean up? He is kind of… leaving black trails after him. " You asked him careful not wanting to anger him or make it sound like an insult to his … friend?

Roadhog grunted in his mask and at first it seemed like he planed to ignore you.

" No. " He rumbled and left you.

You sighed as he left, well it did not really concern you did it…. It was not like you were his

mother or anything. If he wanted to stay dirty then why should you care?

You reached your room and were about to unlock the door when you noticed black handprints on it. You touched the handle and the door open up with ease. Your eye widened when it did so, you were 100% sure that you had locked the door. You entered carefully and groaned when you saw a black trail in your hallway.

" Junkrat !"

You slammed the door shut and rushed into the living room and groaned when you saw that it was indeed Junkrat who had picked your lock.

" G'day. I'm here to talk about an upcomin' mission with ya." He greeted you with a wicked smile.

He was totally ignoring the fact that he was leaving big black stains on your once cream white couch.

"G'day my ass, it's like 22,00! And you are leaving black stains on my newly brought couch!" You said as you hastily tried to pull him up.

" Hah? What's ya problem?" He said confused as he stood up and left another big black handprint on one of the cushions.

" You ! Why did you not clean yourself up before summing over to talk?!" You were not even angry over him picking your lock; these stains were going to be a pain to clean if it even were possible.

"Clean what? Oooh nice room ya got here. So shiny." He said and poked at a white porcelain vase.

You saw in horror as he started to walk around in the room black trails after him. He was just about to wipe his hand on your curtains when you snapped. That was it; the rat was going to bath if you so had to die in the process.

" Come here." You said firmly as you pulled his arm and started to drag him towards the bathroom.

Unknowingly of what was happening he followed you but not without leaving more stains on everything he touched.

Too late he realised where he was when you quickly locked the bathroom door and pushed him towards the shower.

" Ey sheila what ya doin' …?" He asked with what sounded like a hint of panic in his voice.

He made a move for the door but you blocked him.

" You are going to wash up if that is so the last thing you or I do." You said and gestured to the shower.

" Not going to happen." He answered with a hostile voice and suddenly was he towering before you as he straightens up. He was much taller than you had thought but it did not make you back down.

" So going to happen. You have been running around leaving dirt trails, everyone is staring at you and NOW YOU RUIN MY COUCH." You said and poked him hard in the chest to emphasize your words.

With an annoyed grunt he took hold of you and preceded to lift you out of the way but slipped and the two of you landed hard with and "oof " in the shower. The automatic shower started and the white floor turned black.

" God dang, not what I planned! Well this is at least a start. Are you okay?" You asked as you sat up and rubbed your elbow that had slammed against the floor.

You got no answer so you looked down and met with the view of a blushing red Junkrat.

What did he blush about you both had clothes o..ooh….. you let out a surprised "eep!"

You were straddling his bare chest and your lower part was way too close to his face.

You back away and tried to stand up but slipped and landed with an "opmph" against his broad chest. Now you two were face to face his lips only an inch away from yours. He licked his lips and you could feel the warmth from his mouth. Now it was your turn to blush and turn red.

To your surprise did he not push you aside roughly instead you felt an arm on your back. He helped you unexpectedly gently to move without slipping. The both of you ended up sitting on the floor across each other.

" …. So …well eh… thanks…. But you still need to wash up more so all the dirt come of." You said and tried to sound firm but your voice came out way too meekly.

This was strange, really strange…. he looked kind of… sexy all wet and less…. dirty. Had he always been this .. muscular? You helped him in silence to clean up; he no longer tried to get away. He did not struggle when you grabbed a hand towel and started to wash his back. You were glad when you washed his back that he could not see your blushing face. This felt strangely intimate even thought you both had clothes one… or well … he had pants on. You dropped the towel and stood up quickly

" Eeh.. .. this i..is what I can help you with … the rest … you have to .. do on your own." You said and weakly gestured to his lower body.

You were at the door before he could answer and quickly opened it.

" I..eeh.. will be outside .. don't even think about leaving before you are completely clean. " With that you exited the bathroom.

You started to slam a pillow against your head from embarrassment over the whole situation.

Bonus part : Junkrat's PVO ( I guess … smut warning... )

Jamison stared towards the door after you left. He was still boiling inside so he turned the water to cold but it did not help so he turned it close to scalding hot. He could still feel your weight against his chest your legs against him, your breath ghosting over his wet lips and the taste of it on his tongue.
He had been unable to speak afraid of letting out a moan when you had massaged his back as you cleaned him. This was not good at all, his thoughts were running wild and you were on the other side of the door.
He saw some bottles and opened one in hope of distraction, big mistakes.
It was soap and it held the same scent as you did. He could not resist pouring it on his hand and rub it against his body.
The soup and water made a slick sounds and filled the room with your scent. He held his breath afraid that the sound of it was too loud.
This was not right but it felt so good. The scent and the warm water made it easy for him to imagine your hands exploring his body.
He bit his lips as his soapy hand slipped beneath his shorts and strayed towards his groin.
He covered his mouth as he started to stroke himself fantasising about your eyes, your voice and your hands. He could hear how you moved around outside the door and it only spurred him on. His thumb circling the head and he thrust against his hand.
He moaned into his free hand and swallowed a whimper of pleasure. You had no idea. No idea at all how long he had been observing you, longing and burning.
He had not dared to tell anyone, not even Roadhog who was the only one he considered something akin to friend or at least trustworthy.
With one last thrust he spilled out in his own hand with your image burning in his mind.
His tongue hang out like an animal's, tasting the air. He smirked as he started to clean himself for real this time.

Perhaps showers were not that bad… or at least this one.