Guess I'll just... scream into the void... it's not like I desperately crave attention or anything...
Mercy was all too happy to patch him up, save her her usual scolding, setting his arm in a cast until her nano-tech could finish knitting the bone back together, and granting him a minimal dose of painkillers. Junkrat accepted this well enough.
Unfortunately there wasn't a lot for him to do until it healed. There was no way he'd be considered for active duty and it was more trouble than it was worth to try building anything one-handed. At a loss, he decided to mope in his room.
Here he came to discover a problem. His mind seemed determined to run back to the mission, to how Symmetra had settled in his lap, but without the distraction of pain he'd endured at the time.
He thought about her proximity, how tantalizingly close she had been, the tickle of her hair on his cheek, the way her expression had dipped in concern and the feeling of those delicate fingers against his skin... His imagination wanted to try and twist the situation, so that maybe it wasn't quite worry that troubled her face but longing, that her tentative touch might grow bold and when she pressed against him it was an act purely by her own design...
But as a distinctive ache began to build he found he had no way to answer it. His left hand was denied to him by the cast enclosing his arm, and his right... well, he tried to palm himself through his shorts but his metal hand was cold and unyielding and he quickly gave up on that.
Images of Symmetra continued to plague him but as his desire grew so did his frustration. He could grind against the mattress to an extent but it wasn't enough, it only seemed fuel the fire of his imagination until it became unbearable, but with no release in sight.
Fuck, he'd thought a broken arm was nothing but a scratch but he was quickly beginning to reassess that judgement. These were complications he hadn't envisioned.
He lay back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore the demanding way heat still continued to pulse in his groin. Don't think about her. Think about cold things... think anything else... about taxes or mandatory hearings or icy showers or-
A sharp knock sounded against the door. "Mister Fawkes... Jamison... I was hoping you might be able to spare a moment, I would like to speak with you..." Symmetra's voice was unmistakable.
Junkrat let out a squark of alarm, shooting up straight and snatching his pillow. He clasped it in his lap in a hasty attempt to disguise the tent of his shorts, eyes suddenly wide. "Y-yeah? Dunno if it's the best time for it... um, if ya think it can wait..."
"It is important."
Shit shit shit... he gnawed on his lip, eyes darting about the room as if it might offer an escape. The smart thing to do was to tell her to piss off, but there had been something in her voice... something soft, hesitant even, and it didn't feel right to respond so harshly.
"Well, if ya make it quick..."
The door swept open and Symmetra stepped inside, hands clasped in front of her. Her eyebrows quirked up at the sight of him, hunched over with his pillow in his lap and an anxious grin that looks far more like a grimace.
"Are you alright?"
"Fine, nothin' to fuss about. What you here for then, eh? Somethin' toublin' ya?"
She nodded, taking a moment to respond. "I... I am not entirely sure the best way to express this, but I was hoping to thank you, for before... you saved my life, and-"
"That all this is about? L-look, it ain't a big deal, ya would've done the same, couldn't let ya cark it."
She frowned. "It was not nothing. Had it not been for you-"
"Just part of the job. Ain't gotta waste time thankin' me for it, not that it ain't sweet of ya. Listen, if that's all ya wanna say..." he gabbled, quite eager to conclude this awkward encounter before it could get any worse.
Symmetra, though, was studying him. "Are you quite sure that you are okay?"
"I'm apples."
"You are lying."
"L-look, it's not a problem ya wanna hear about, believe me," he told her, hunching further in on himself.
"Perhaps I can judge that for myself. If you tell me I may be able to help."
He let out a laugh, high pitched and slightly desperate. "I doubt that, luv... ya... ya ain't exactly helpin' right now."
But Symmetra was not to be dissuaded. "Tell me."
"Sym-"
"Jamison, tell me," she said, and it was a command this time.
He swallowed, mouth dry. "It's, ah... well, ya know, arms kinda busted up now and the other ain't exactly the best substitute for um... things..."
"To be more specific?"
For fucks sake...
"Ha... just... havin' a little trouble crankin' one out at the moment, if ya catch my drift... ya know, um... beatin' the meat?"
Realization dawned on her face. "Masturbating?"
He winced. "Well, gees, do ya have to put it so clinical like?"
"And that's what's troubling you?"
Junkrat wished he could just sink into the ground and disappear right then and there. Anything to escape this embarrassment. He lifted a hand to cover his face, startled at how cold the metal felt against his heated cheeks. "Ain't my fault... can't help it, alright? Told ya you didn't want to know."
"I could assist you if that would make you feel better."
His heart all but stopped in his chest. Had he misheard her? Imagined it? It seemed impossible that she'd meant it the way he thought she did, but try as he might Junkrat could not think of another way to interpret her words. Carefully he peeked between his fingers. "Ya... ya sure ya know what ya talkin' about?"
She almost looked amused. "I am a grown woman, Jamison, I am well aware. Besides, it seems like the least I could do to repay you."
A sinking feeling hit him in the chest, and he shook his head. "Nah, Sym, no, I ain't... I don't want ya thinkin' ya gotta pay me back or nothin', right?" he said. "If that's what your thinkin' then ya don't gotta do that, I wouldn't-"
She cut him off. "You saved my life. Whether you expect anything or not, I am... grateful. If I can help in any way, I would be happy to."
"Still..."
"Are you saying you do not want my help?"
"No," he said, quicker than he had intended. He chewed on his lip again, tying to decipher her expression. "Just... only if ya wanna..."
"Then let me," she said, edging closer. Sweeping her skirt out of the way she knelt, watching him expectantly. Bloody hell... A lot of feelings were running through him at that point, but Symmetra just sat there with complete and total patience while he struggled to compose himself.
Junkrat took a shaky breath and moved the pillow aside. The bulge between his legs had softened slightly, but was still apparent beneath the fabric of his shorts.
"May I?" she asked.
"Ain't gonna be hearing no complains from me."
She reached forward to unbuckle his belt and she was almost painfully close, he shivered as her fingers brushed his skin and he shifted obligingly, helping her to tug his shorts down enough to expose him.
He felt, suddenly, strangely self conscious as she examined his cock but she said nothing, simply took him in her hand and stroked with slow, carefully measured motions, and he watch in absolute rapture as she worked his length. It didn't take long before she'd coaxed him to full hardness again.
"Feels good," he murmured aloud without meaning to, and she chuckled.
"That is rather the intention."
Brushing her hair aside she dipped her head forward to gently suck at the tip of his cock. Junkrat's breath hitched, a moan hot on his lips. She swirled her tongue leisurely, her eyes watching him as he trembled beneath her ministrations, mechanical arm clamped down on the bedspread like it was a lifeline. He still couldn't believe this was happening. Couldn't believe she was actually here, and not another phantom in some idle fantasy... but the sensation of her lapping at his cock while her hand continued to rub up and down his shaft was very, very real, and he wan't quite as prepared for it as he had expected.
"God, y-you're amazing, ya know that?" he found himself saying, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of her. "An' I don't just mean cos ya know what your doin', and, ha, damn do ya know that..."
She hummed slightly, as if in agreement, and Junkrat found it very hard to concentrate on any linear train of thought when she somehow seemed to know just how to work that tongue of hers.
"Fuck-uh, I mean, you're just-"
Symmetra pulled her head back for a moment, regarding him with faint amusement. "Are you going to talk the whole time?"
Junkrat licked his lips, unable to withhold a grin. "Dunno, are ya gonna stop me?"
She considered his words. "Very well."
Releasing her grip on him she stood up, folding her arms as she regarded him in a thoughtful manner. Then, coming to a decision she stepped forwards and pressed her hand against his chest.
"Lie back," she ordered him.
"Um... alright," Junkrat managed, obligingly following her directions until he was spread out on the bed, eyes flickering about nervously as he awaited her next move. With complete and total grace Symmetra straddled him, and the sudden proximity had his pulse skyrocketing, fingers clenching involuntarily in surprise.
She leaned forward dangerously close until her face was only inches from his own, her hair tickling his neck and her breath warm against his skin. Junkrat remained completely frozen, eyes wide. He'd never expected to find himself this close to her. Now that he was, he found he had no idea what to do. Was he supposed to kiss her? Did she expect him to? He stared up at her with a mixture of awe and trepidation, a nervous giggle escaping him as he fumbled for the right course of action. Had to be some kind of... etiquette for this whole business, right?
Before he could completely lose himself Symmetra tapped him on the forehead to draw his attention. She smiled. "You are going to close your eyes and keep still," she told him, "and you will be absolutely silent. If you are good, then I will reward you."
"Crikey... well, that's... fair, I guess," he croaked.
She tapped him on the forehead again. "Close your eyes," she reminded him.
He snapped his eyes shut immediately, emitting another laugh. "Yep, right-o, they're closed, I won't peek, promise an' everythin'... eh..."
"And silent."
"Yep, quiet, got it. Quiet as a mouse... ha, rat I suppose... I'll, uh... be shutting up now," he said hurriedly before he could dig himself an even deeper grave.
It took a great deal of effort not to fidget as he waited, acutely aware of the weight of her settled on his waist, the heat of her body, the proximity...
Then he felt her fingertips brush his swollen cock, gently, as if testing him, and he fought in vain to keep his breathing steady. He ached so badly for her touch again, the warmth of that mouth, that exquisite tongue. It was all he could do to keep himself from rocking his hips upward, more eager than he liked to admit. He held himself still and quiet though, trembling with the intensity of it. Eventually she rewarded him with a firmer grasp, stroking his length slowly, up and down in firm, steady motions. Junkrat moaned.
Immediately she released him, and Junkrat cursed himself, biting down sharply on his lip. Still, silent, eyes closed. Those had been her commands. He waited, praying that she would return.
After what felt like an eternity her hand glided back to his cock, granting him the friction he so desperately craved.
When he endured this without a sound she shuffled, repositioning herself so that she nestled between his legs and he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue run along the underside of his shaft, tasting him. It was a lot harder to keep himself under control for that. Even worse when she teased the tip of his cock before slipping it into her mouth and closing her lips around him, running him in and out before she began to suck... and oh god that suction was amazing. How she did it he didn't know, nor did he care, all he could only think of how heavenly it felt and how much he would give to make this last for as long as possible.
Junkrat had to fight himself to keep quiet, because he was naturally noisy, he was always fucking noisy, and he wanted to moan and groan and whisper little encouragements and let her know just how pleasurable this was for him. He wished he could see her. Wished he could look into those dark eyes of hers as she worked her magic. But he was too frightened that if he peaked then she would abandon him, and that thought was unbearable.
Even if he couldn't see it, he supposed he could hear it. An obscene sound, wet and slurpy as she moved with perfect rhythm to his own poorly disguised thrusts. That much she seemed to permit.
He let his imagination paint the scene instead, how she would look bobbing up and down on his cock...
She took him a little deeper, speeding to meet his increase in pace, letting him slick down her throat and oh god oh god oh god...
His metal fingers curled tight, a gasp escaping him despite his attempts to hold it at bay. He wouldn't last much longer, he could already feel himself coming undone.
He fought down a whine, but things were drawing to an inevitable conclusion, and as much as he secretly enjoyed the challenge of silencing himself for her he recognized the need to speak.
"G-gonna cum," he managed, teeth grit together. Only seemed fair to warn her.
His body arced, muscles seizing taunt as he jerked upward in one last thrust, burying himself down her throat and moaning softly as his orgasm took hold, cum spurting out in thick bursts. She sucked him down. He shuddered, shoving his hips up to ram in sporadically once more, trembling through the aftershocks. A few more weak plunges as he finally emptied himself and then he drew to a stop and fell still, breathing heavily, entirely exhausted in a blissed out daze.
She let his cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop, and he felt the bed shift as she sat up. Lazily, he opened one orange eye to watch as she set to cleaning herself up with perfect composure.
He still couldn't entirely believe this had happened.
"I trust that eased your discomfort?" she said, and Junkrat didn't know if he was imagining it but something about her seemed awfully smug.
"Y-yeah, ya could say that," he agreed, thoughts in a muddle.
What now? Drifting down from the high of his orgasm he was sure something must be expected of him. Should he offer to return the favor? His left hand might still be out of order, but there were other tools at his disposal...
But... but he didn't know if that was what she wanted. She'd intended to thank him for saving her life, so was this just her way of repaying that hypothetical debt? Had it meant anything to her?
As hard as he stared he could not unravel her expression.
"I'm glad I could help," she told him, and he was struck with the sudden desire to kiss her. To set his lips to hers, to taste himself on her, to draw her close and let her know quite how she made his chest tighten...
But he simply sat up, grinning wolfishly. "Guess I should save ya life more often then, huh?"
She let out an amused sound, climbing off the bed and smoothing her dress down. "Perhaps."