Junkrat focussed himself in on his work with an almost fanatical determination, leaning in close, eyes narrowed to pin-pricks as he set to dismantling the casing of his arm. If he could just set himself task and forget about everything else for a minute then it would all be fine. He could fix it, and go, and everything would be okay...
Unfortunately it seemed that Symmetra had other plans.
"You know," she said, after a brief moment of Junkrat faffing about with his tools, "I have the distinct impression that you have been avoiding me."
Junkrat fumbled suddenly, nearly dropping the screwdriver he'd been holding. Shit, shit...
He set it down on the bench before his clumsiness got the better of him, turning to regard Symmetra with what he hoped was a perfectly innocuous smile.
"Nah, that don't sound right... like I said, just been busy is all. Ya know I wander, never in one place too long..."
"I would appreciate it if you did not lie to me," she said.
Junkrat winced, eyes darting off to the side as if looking for something to save him. He chewed at his lip, fingers beginning to tap a staccato, but he couldn't for the life of him think of the right thing to say... It wasn't like he could admit the truth, fuck no, he wouldn't dream about admitting that, but Symmetra was staring at him and she clearly expected an answer.
"If I have offended you in any way please let me know, I am aware I make... mistakes, and I would not like to think I have-"
"No, no!" Junkrat cut her off, startled. "Ya ain't done nothin', it's just..."
Again he drew to a stop, not quite able to find a suitable explanation.
"So I have not offended you in any way?"
"Course not, it ain't... it ain't your fault, just me bein'... well, me I guess," he finished lamely. Shit that wasn't right... why did he say that? Cursing himself he fidgeted in his seat, his human hand straying to pick at his hair.
Symmetra seemed to be pondering this. "Well, if that is the case, I would prefer it if you did not avoid me. It's not very conducive to a team environment."
"Uhhhh... yeah, alright," he said. Wasn't like he had any excuse to shoot her down with... truth be told he wasn't completely opposed to the idea of seeing more of her, it was just... just bloody inconvenient was what it was. When you were trying very hard not to think about someone it helped if they weren't standing right in front of you, hand on their hip and beautiful dark eyes-
Arm, Junkrat reminded himself. You're here to fix your arm and go, don't get distracted. He snatched up the screwdriver, turning back his work and trying to remember where he'd left off.
"Your arm... Did you damage it somehow?" Symmetra inquired. He sat up, shocked to see she had abandoned her own project in favour of wandering closer.
Why? Why was she starting a conversation with him? Was she still convinced she'd somehow offended him and was trying to make up for it? Didn't she know this was the last thing he needed right now? Did she... did she maybe just want to talk? Junkrat banished that thought almost as quickly as it had come.
He looked back down at his arm, tapping the screwdriver against the metal thoughtfully. "Yeah... kinda fucked it up a bit earlier, got carried away, ya know... explosives can be... um... explosive I guess, ha... Ain't the first time."
"Do you require assistance? I'll admit I'm not familiar with the design but I may be able to help."
"Nah, should be fine... made the thing meself actually so I know it like the..." Junkrat really couldn't help himself, "like the back of me hand."
He giggled, reaching up to try and stifle the sound although it was quite hopeless. Symmetra appeared nonplused, but at least she didn't scowl, or admonish him.
"I see. Impressive that you are so... resourceful."
Now that struck him as strange. He squinted at her, trying to decipher something in her expression. "Look, not to be rude or nothin', but why are ya bein' so nice?"
"I do not wish you to avoid me," she said plainly.
Junkrat frowned. He wasn't sure precisely how to feel about that. On one hand it was quite nice to imagine she'd prefer to have him around, but on the other hand he knew it was simply because she wanted to keep the team running smoothly. Besides which, it didn't really help his plan to avoid her, which it looked as if he was going to have to scrap. False niceties were just going to make this more difficult. "Right, well... message received, ya don't gotta butter me up. Don't ya got your own work to worry about?"
She gave a brief hum of agreement, but did not leave. "I've reached a complication. At such times I find it best to take a break."
Well... Junkrat supposed he could sympathize. "Bein' tricky is it, huh? Happens. Sometimes ya just gotta leave it for a bit, then stick it together differently an' give it a bit of a whack until it start's workin' right."
Her lips quirked up in a half-smile. "I doubt the Delaney theorem would appreciate a 'bit of a whack'."
"Maybe, but particle physics is a shit head, won't do anythin' ya want it to," Junkrat told her.
She blinked. "You are familiar with the Delaney theorem?"
"Yeah?" he hazarded. He pursed his lips, concentrating for a moment. "I mean, think I read somethin' about it a while back. Was thinkin' about makin' some special grenades."
Symmetra still seemed at a loss. "I did not expect you to be acquainted with something so..."
"Educated? Ha, yep, I get that..." Junkrat said with a laugh. "Most folk don't think I know left from right, and it ain't like I've had proper schoolin' or nothin', but I've got a... what do ya call it? A nack I guess? It just kinda makes sense. Never had much of an interest besides explosives but I pick up stuff here and there."
"Curious. Have you heard of Picel?"
"That bloke them like... light wave experiments?"
"Yes," she said, looking pleased. She went on to list a handful of other scientists and theory, half of which Junkrat knew and half he'd never heard of, but the fact that he seemed able to follow what she was speaking about clearly intrigued her. He didn't want to admit how warm that made him feel.
With the added distraction it took him a great deal longer to fix his arm than it should have. By the time it was done and he was fixing the casing back where it belonged he was sure it was approaching evening. With a peculiar reluctance he tidied away the tools and muttered his farewell.
"Perhaps we can continue this discussion another time?" Symmetra suggested.
He froze and his chest fluttered oddly. "Yeah... yeah, I suppose."
"Good." She nodded, and that seemed to be her way of settling the matter. She returned to her own project and Junkrat drifted from the workshop in something of a daze.
That was... interesting. Certainly didn't get Symmetra out of his head though.
As he traipsed back to his room however he found that it wasn't just her tantalizing thighs that plagued him, nor the arch of her spine or her long, dark hair... No, he found for whatever reason he kept thinking about that blasted pun he'd made. She hadn't laughed. And he found... he found despite all logic that he was thinking quite desperately of some kind of joke that would make her laugh. It would have to be something clever, proper witty like, not his usual stuff... something that could tease a real smile out of her...
It was then that he realized how utterly fucked he was. It made no god damn sense...
He closed the door behind him and hit his head against the wall in frustration. He couldn't get her out of his head, and now he couldn't avoid her either, he was just going to have to endure this somehow.
Well... he supposed there was one relief he could find, not that he was particularly proud of it. If this misery was going to continue he deserved something for his trouble.
Junkrat limped a few steps before flopping down onto the bed. Inconvenient was what this business was, inconvenient... He unbuckled his belt, hand straying beneath his shorts.
He let his mind drift back over to her, following every curve, tracing each inch of that smooth, dark skin with imaginary hands. He pictured what that smile would look like again, that perfect expression. She'd want him to touch her. She'd tell him as much, commanding him with an authority he would never disobey. She'd grasp his wrist, slowly leading his flesh hand lower so that it trailed down her stomach and down, down, down...
Junkrat suppressed a shudder of pleasure.
Yeah, she'd know what she wanted. She'd slip his hand beneath her panties and guide him, showing him just how she liked it, where to touch, what pressure to use. And she'd make beautiful little noises when he pleased her, when he got it right, and the sound of them would leave him breathless and aching with desire. She'd let his fingers push up inside her and... and she'd be wet, and tight, and hot, and he'd feel her squeezing around him as she rocked forward into his hand, moaning softly...
And he'd do all he could to make it good for her, to do exactly as she wanted because he wanted to make her happy, to feel good because of him, because of his fingers teasing in and out of her and rubbing her most sensitive parts. He'd make her cum. He'd make her writhe beneath him. She'd throw back her head and call his name, his proper name, and he'd ease her through it until finally she was sated. Then she'd kiss him, and tell him he'd done well.
Then... then maybe she'd want to return the favor? Symmetra was all about symmetry after all, and that was only fair, right? Couldn't leave a bloke hanging.
So she'd make him sit back on the bed and spread his legs so there was enough room for her to nestle between them. Once that was done she'd unbuckle his belt and the noise of that alone would make him twitch in anticipation, hungry for it, heart thudding in his chest.
Then he'd feel her warm fingers closing around his cock. She'd tug him loose. He'd be hard. Of course he would be, throbbing at her mere proximity. She'd stroke his erection, leisurely, because she'd want to see what even the simplest of her touches would do to him, drawing gratification from the way his breathing picked up and a needy whine built in his throat.
That wouldn't be enough for her though, cos Symmetra always wanted a little more. She'd tell him to close his eyes and stay quiet, and he'd snap them shut in an instant just for her.
Then... then he'd feel her tongue running over his cock. It would be warm and slick and it would lather him from top to bottom, and then she'd take him in her mouth and those tender lips would close around him and...
Yes yes yes, Junkrat thought desperately, pumping furiously into his fist.
And she would suck, sliding him in and out as her tongue continued to tease him while her fingers clasped him at the base and it would feel bloody fantastic... but every time he opened his eyes, to try and catch a glimpse of her working up and down his length, or a groan or plea escaped him she would sit back and leave him, waiting patiently until he closed his eyes or fell silent again, obedient. Only then would she return, and he'd feel that hot mouth enveloping him once more, having to bite down on his lip until it bled to keep himself quiet.
She'd speed up a little, taking him deeper each time, so that his cock slid down her throat and that would somehow be even better than before, and his hips would buck forward helplessly, seeking more. Symmetra would hum in faint amusement, and even if he couldn't see her he'd be able to picture her, that beautifully smug, self-satisfied expression she'd be wearing as she sucked him off, and hooly dooly, that did things to him...
Junkrat grit his teeth, trying to hold on a little longer as he teetered on the brink.
His fingers would tangle through her hair and he'd have to fight the urge to ram her down onto him but she'd know what he wanted. She'd bob her head. She'd let him thrust into that warm, slick mouth, driving himself deeper until he buried himself down her throat and molten pleasure flooded his veins as he spilled over the edge, clasping her to him while he quivered. And she'd drink every last drop of it. She'd suck him dry... and she would look so, so very pleased with herself...
The image of that was what did it for him.
Junkrat came hard into his own hand, a low moan tearing through him until it finally tapered off and he was left panting, sweat clinging to his skin. His head was still buzzing.
Yep, no doubt about it, he was well and truly fucked. Resigning himself to the inevitable he stretched out a tired arm, fumbling for something to mop up with.