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The Overwatch team had a party to celebrate their newest victory, against the members of Talon. Zarya and Reinhardt had been the first to encourage the drinking. Then it seemed as though everyone else had followed. Jesse was always down for a party, especially since he never turned down the opportunity for a drink. Everyone was having a great time, even Satya and Winston pulled themselves away to socialize with everyone. The only person that was seemingly missing from this shindig was the mysterious archer, Hanzo Shimada. If Jesse had to guess, he was busy sulking by himself in his room while everyone else was having fun, and that just couldn’t sit right Jesse. Grabbing his own bottle of Whiskey and two glasses, he excused himself from the party in search of the elder Shimada.
When Hanzo had first been introduced to everyone by Genji, he wore this sour look, always seeming to be displeased by everything around him. He was quiet and cold, mostly kept to himself. Genji excused him, saying that was just how Hanzo had always been. But Jesse just wouldn’t let it sit, actively searching out the archer for opportunities to talk to him. Of course at first Hanzo was not at all pleased by Jesse talking to him, insistently trying to be cold in order to be left alone. By each encounter, slowly the walls that Hanzo had built had began to crumble.
Soon their conversations were warm and friendly, they sparred, trained and even vented together. Talked about their pasts, the demons that they were non too proud of. A fondness had grown between them, and soon with that came the attraction. Jesse had always found the elder Shimada attractive, his high cheek bones, piercing eyes, built shoulders and small waist had the cowboy awestruck. But now it wasn’t only by his physical attributes, but his personality too. Hanzo’s stiff jokes as ways at trying to get Jesse to laugh, were endearing. Just like the way that Hanzo would crack a smile, and even laugh at some of Jesse’s stupid jokes. Jesse found Hanzo to be an absolute picture of divine beauty, which is why he couldn’t let Hanzo be alone. Jesse knocked loudly against the metal door of Hanzo’s quarters, happy when it slipped open to reveal the elder Shimada.
“What is it, McCree?” Hanzo looked up to meet Jesse’s honey colored eyes. Hanzo’s cheeks holding a familiar blush, like they tended to do when Hanzo had tasted even a drop of alcohol. Probably his preferred Saké, if Jesse had to guess.
“It wouldn’t sit right with me t’ let ya be all alone while everyone else is hangin’ t’gether havin’ fun.” Jesse continued, “So I brought us somethin’ t’ drink and a game proposal, ifin’ y’er interested.” A warm smile spread on Jesse’s lips, encouraging Hanzo to give his own smaller one in return.
“I would enjoy that very much, come in McCree.” Hanzo stepped aside to let Jesse into his dim room. It smelled of incense, candles burning elegantly on his dressers. The door slid closed once Jesse fully made his way into the room, respectfully taking his boots off by the door. A previous request Hanzo had asked of him when Jesse had come to visit. Hanzo motioned for Jesse to sit down at the small table he had in the center of his room. Jesse sat cross legged on his own pillow, setting the whiskey and glasses on the table. While Hanzo took a seat on his knees across from Jesse. “So what is this game you had in mind?”
“I was thinking’ some good ol’ fashioned Texas Holdem, if yer down fer that,” Jesse pulled a deck of cards from his pocket, removing them from the box. When he noticed Hanzo’s confusion he explained, “Texas Holdem is a type’a poker game, I used t’ play it all the time when I was younger and lookin’ t’ score a few bucks.” He said as he began to shuffle the deck between his hands, much to the intrigue of Hanzo.
“If I am familiar with this game, is there not supposed to be something that we wager?”
“Aw damn, y’er right, I don’t really have much cash on me at the moment,” Jesse completely did not think that through, though Hanzo looked like he was thinking of something. “Didya have somethin’ in mind, darlin’?”
Hanzo did not answer right away, pondering his options before he had the courage to speak. “Our clothes.” Spoken quickly and simply, leaving a long pause for Jesse to process.
“Y’er talkin‘ bout strip poker?”
“Yes.” Hanzo’s eyes were looking down trying to avoid Jesse’s gaze. “Unless you do not want to.” Hanzo’s voice was quieter this time, this was the first time Jesse had ever seen Hanzo embarrassed.
“Hey, no need to be nervous, darlin’. I am totally up fer the idea, jus’ a lil surprised that you suggested it tis all.” That got Hanzo to relax and finally look up to meet Jesse’s eyes. “An’ t’ make it even more interestin’, the loser also has t’ take a drink, sound fair?” Hanzo nodded in agreement as Jesse began to shuffle the cards again. “Hows ‘bout a lil beginnin’ toast, to whoever wins.” Jesse popped the top off of the whiskey he’d brought, pouring a small amount into both of the glasses before offering one to Hanzo.
“Well then, I hope you are prepared to lose, cowboy.” Hanzo’s cockiness returning as he took the offered drink. They clinked their glasses together before both shooting them down, Hanzo having a harder time of it.
“We’ll see ‘bout that sugar.” Jesse smirks and deals the cards, two for each of them and five layers out across the middle. With that the game had begun.
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Jesse had found this a lot harder than he had expected. He had played his game a lot when he was in Blackwatch, against some of the most cunning poker players he’d ever met. Jesse still always seemed to triumph and walk away with the cash, but not this time. Hanzo was down to his underwear, Jesse in a similar state not including his hat. Hanzo had made quick work of Jesse’s belt, flannel, undershirt, and jeans. Hanzo had the stone cold face of a poker shark, save for the small smirks he’d elicit when engaging in his playful banter. Now they were down to the last hand, Jesse feeling pretty good after his multiple shots of whiskey.
In Jesse’s hand he held a straight, a high straight at that. Ace, king, queen, Jack, and ten. The king and the ten being the two cards in his hand right now. All the cards had been flipped, now it was left to whoever had the winning hand. Jesse smirked, when he looked up to see Hanzo thinking, Hanzo had no idea he was about to lose. “How’re ya feelin’ there darlin’?”
“Good, though the Saké helps.” Hanzo smirked back at Jesse, seems as though they were both holding something good. It was going to be down to who’s hand was better. “How are you feeling, Jesse?”
The way that Hanzo said his name, with a purr in the back of his throat, sent heat straight to Jesse’s face. No way in hell someone should’ve been able to say his name in such a sinfully sexy way. “Pretty good. Ya ready t’ lose them boxers?”
“Hm, I could ask you the same thing,” Hanzo’s broad shoulders shifted, his body relaying his anticipation for the outcome of their game. “Enough stalling, shoot your shot, cowboy.” Their eyes locking, this was it. Jesse would’ve been lying if he said he wasn’t a little excited to get the archer out of his clothes. Jesse had been eyeing Hanzo up ever since he had removed the top half of his kimono, leaving his beautiful chest exposed for Jesse’s eyes. He was sure Hanzo had been feeling the same way, catching the glances the archer would take his direction, watching his eyes travel lower and lower down his body.
Jesse was the first to set his cards down, revealing his straight to Hanzo. He was pleased to see Hanzo’s eyebrows short up in surprise, though that didn’t last long before Hanzo’s cocky smirk returned. Jesse’s heart beat thumped loudly in his ears as Hanzo set his cars down, it took Jesse a minute to process the outcome. A heart flush. Hanzo had won.
Jesse whistled at the bitter defeat he had just taken, “Well shit, darlin’, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’d bribed Lady Luck somehow.” This got a small chuckle to arise out of Hanzo.
“And I would say that you are just a sore loser, Jesse McCree,” Hanzo rested his elbows on the desk, his chin resting on his folded hands. “Now do not keep me waiting, give me my prize.”
“So impatient, Shimada,” Jesse couldn’t hide the egreness from his voice, as he shot the final drop of his beloved whiskey. He stood up from his seat on the pillow and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers. This had been the first time that he’d felt nervous yet excited about stripping in front of someone. He’d had his fair share of one night stands, and partners in the past. It wasn’t because of his size either, fore he had been well endowed, it was the way Hanzo looked at him. The way his deep, dark eyes glanced over Jesse’s body. They were both wanting the same thing, having been flirting and shit talking back and forth the whole night. This was just, not how he’d expected to get naked in front of the elder Shimada, and he had thought about it. Mostly in the darkness of his room, his hand and his imagination releasing the built up tension in his abdomen. Hanzo haunted Jesse’s mind like a ghost, but by God did Jesse not care one bit.
With a sharp intake of breath, Jesse pushed the remaining clothing down his legs and kicked them off. Standing in front of the Shimada’s gaze, as naked as the day he was born except for his signature hat. His dick was already starting to form some chub, his mind trying to go elsewhere. He’d been thinking all night about being in some form of erotic book, where they’d finally get down to it and by some miraculous stroke of luck, Hanzo would be begging for Jesse. That thought alone had gotten Jesse’s dick interested in the first place, and now he cursed his imagination.
Jesse’s eyes widened when he heard Hanzo whistle, he had never heard Hanzo make such a sound. “Wow,” was all Hanzo could say at the moment. Which made Jesse blush at the absurdity of it all, standing stark naked for the gaze of the man he so much had fallen in love with.
“Wow? That’s all ya gotta say? Yer killin’ me here darlin’,” Jesse could hear his own defeat in his words, removing the hat from his head to cover his growing intrigue. This made Hanzo laugh, not just a small chuckle but a full on throwing his head back laugh. His shoulders shaking as his angelic laughter filled the room, calming down enough to just leave a full smile on his face.
“Forgive me,” Hanzo got up from his place on the floor, before walking over to Jesse, now a mere inch away from him. “I was not expecting you to be so,” he tried to find the right word, “gifted.” It was now Jesse’s turn to chuckle, cracking a dorky smile once his laughter had calmed down.
“Well sugar, as gifted as I am, I am also very talented,” Jesse had suggestion in his voice, hoping and preying that Hanzo got the hint. Jesse was even bold enough to move one of his hands from his hat, hand reaching to cup one of Hanzo’s cheeks. Hanzo allowed it, and even leaned into the touch, his eyes spelling out the same need that Jesse was feeling.
“Then show me how talented you are, Jesse.” Hanzo surged forward, and in the blink of an eye their lips were pressing together. It started out hesitant, their lips moving together slow and testing. It didn’t take long though for Hanzo to bite down on Jesse’s lower lip, Jessie’s mouth opening in compliance. Their tongues moved together, Hanzo submitting and allowing Jesse to take control, tasting the smooth whiskey on his tongue. Jesse enjoying the strong taste of Saké that still resided in Hanzo’s mouth.
Hanzo grabbed the brim of Jesse’s hat taking it from the cowboys grasp to toss it aside. Their body’s now pressing fully together, Jesse’s free hand being able to slip under the waistband of Hanzo’s underwear to take a handful of his sculpted ass. The hand that was resting on Hanzo’s cheek moved to release Hanzo’s hair from its tie, letting it cascade down and onto his shoulders. Jesse was the one to pull away first, their eyes meeting
“God Hanzo, you don’t know how long I’ve been wantin’ t’ do that.” Jesse breathed out, Hanzo’s scent and his warmth was all a shock to Jesse’s system. Hanzo’s soft hands traveling up Jesse’s front, coming to rest on Jesse’s chest running his hands through the thick hair there.
“I have dreamed of this moment, to have you,” Hanzo’s hands continued upwards til they were on Jesse’s shoulders, wrapping his arms around his neck, having to stand on his toes to do so. “In my room, naked,” Hanzo said the last word quietly, his lips ghosting over Jesse’s before engaging another kiss. This was much more intense than before, all lips and tongue, a breathtaking kiss. Hanzo’s erection was prominently straining in his boxers, pressing against Jesse’s abdomen. While Jesse’s was still only semi-hard, pressing against Hanzo’s soft muscular thigh.
“Let’s make this a little less vertical, darlin’,” Jesse said in between catching his breath, as he moved his hands to hook them under Hanzo’s thighs, lifting him up off his toes. Hanzo’s legs wrapping around Jesse’s waist for further support, Jesse taking the opportunity to kiss along Hanzo’s neck as he walks over to Hanzo’s bed. Hanzo made soft noises of encouragement, the occasional gasp and soft sigh. Jesse set Hanzo down gently, his knee pressing on the edge of the bed, between Hanzo’s legs. He moved down to Hanzo’s collarbone, trailing kisses and small nips across his pale skin.
“Jesse,” Hanzo breathed out, just barely above a whisper. Jesse took this in stride, picking up his pace to move down to Hanzo’s nipples. He’s always been tormented when Hanzo would wear his signature uniform, left side bare and out to see. Now Jesse was lucky enough to finally get his mouth on them, sucking and licking on one. While his hand worked on the other, kneading the flesh beneath his calloused hand. Hanzo had a sharp reaction to his, sucking in a quick breath at the contact. Hanzo seemed to be trying to keep his noises under control, coming out slightly choked each time.
“Now, now sugar, you can make some noise fer me,” Jesse said briefly, Hanzo still not letting up. That was until Jesse nipped at Hanzo’s nipple, causing a louder groan, it sounded like a mix of surprise and pleasure. Jesse rolled the bud in between his teeth a bit, eliciting the same excitement from Hanzo. Hanzo even putting his hands in Jesse’s hair, running his hands through the locks with purpose, also trying to keep Jesse’s head there. Jesse would make a mental note of his partners enjoyment in biting. Hopefully there would be another time at this, one with less feverishness so he could take his time with the archer. “Much better, darlin’.”
Hanzo whined a bit at the appraisal, he seemed to enjoy that too. Jesse flipped his attention, his mouth moving to the other nipple, his mechanical hand playing with the other. It was pleasant the sound of Hanzo’s desperate moans in the air, music to Jesse’s ears. Jesse had began to move his lips down Hanzo’s chest, kissing down the valley of his abs. He’d almost made it down to the waistband of Hanzo’s underwear until he was stopped. “Jesse,” Hanzo said just loud enough for him to hear, making Jesse look up from his chest.
“Yes, sweetheart?” Jesse raised himself from Hanzo’s abdomen, looking into the archer’s deep black eyes.
“I want to make you feel good as well,” Hanzo trailed off looking embarrassed, his cheeks redder than before. It was cute to see the stoic archer so out of his element, so vulnerable. Accentuate the offer with a small, “please.” Jesse could feel his head beat pick up, pulsing loudly in his ears, along with his hardening erection.
“Sure darlin’, I’m all yours.” Jesse smiled, and followed Hanzo’s motion for him to sit on the bed instead. Hanzo moving to get on his knees in front of the gunslinger, spreading his large thighs apart. “You look so pretty,” Jesse praised breathlessly, his hand moving to brush a stray strand out of Hanzo’s face. He couldn’t get enough of Hanzo on his knees in-front of him, looking up dazed. Hanzo moved in hesitantly, starting off with sweet simple kisses on Jesse’s inner thighs. Jesse moved his flesh hand to rest on Hanzo’s head, no force behind it. It didn’t take long for Hanzo to make it where Jesse desperately wanted him to go. It started off with a gentle lick up the length of Jesse’s cock, before wrapping his soft lips around the head.
“God, Hanzo, your mouth is sinful,” Jesse cursed. Hanzo’s mouth was pleasantly hot and wet on Jesse’s aching member, going fully hard at the contact. Hanzo looked up again, their eyes meeting. Jesse could’ve came right then and there if it wasn’t for his self control not wanting the moment to end so soon. Hanzo taking a moment to focus on the tip, lightly sucking and moving his tongue around the sensitive skin. Pressing his head down, Hanzo began to push as much of Jesse in as he could manage. The sucking sounds were lewd and wet, mixed with Jesse’s own noises of pleasure. He tried his hardest to keep himself from pushing Hanzo onto his cock, his mouth so temptingly warm. Hanzo’s hands wrapped around the rest of Jesse’s cock he couldn’t fit into his mouth, and began a slow rythym. His throat closing tightly around Jesse’s head as it pressed further, Hanzo’s hands working in time with his bobbing. He was unapologetically good at this, making Jesse’s soul practically leave his body. If it hadn’t been for the fact that Jesse desperately wanted to be inside Hanzo, we would’ve let the archer continue. “Honey, you can come off now.” Jesse breathed out, stroking Hanzo’s soft hair gently as he came off with a loud pop.
Jesse eased Hanzo to his feet, running his hands down Hanzo’s side to finally rest on the waistband of his boxers. He looked up at Hanzo’s blushing face, to get one final confirmation before he continued. “May I darlin’?”
“I would have stopped you if I wasn’t comfortable, Jesse,” Hanzo said impatiently. Jesse chuckled lightly, before finally removing the Shimada’s last item of clothing. With his cock finally exposed to the air, Jesse couldn’t help but take his whole body in. It was skinnier and a little less lengthy as Jesse’s but it definitely fit the archer’s body.
Without thinking, Jesse took it into his mouth in one go, pressing his nose comfortably into Hanzo’s pelvis. Hanzo gasping above him, his hands quickly going to Jesse’s shoulders to brace himself as his legs locked. He enjoyed the feeling of Hanzo down his throat, it was just enough to fill his mouth but not too much, just perfect. Like the rest of the archer.
“Jesse, please,” Hanzo moaned weakly as Jesse sucked teasingly, his fingers tightening on Jesss’s shoulders. “I want you inside.” Jesse placed his hands on Hanzo’s hips as he pulled off to keep the archer balanced.
“Don’t gotta ask me twice, sugar,” Jesse gave a goofy smile, as he moved to give Hanzo room to get onto the bed. He enjoyed being on top of Hanzo, he looked like an angel with his dark hair splayed behind his head. “Ya wouldn’t happen t’ have any lube in here would’ya?”
Hanzo looked up at the cowboy for a moment, seeming to be in his own daze fore snapping out of it. “Yes, it is in the left table, top drawer.” Jesse reached where he was directed, pleasantly surprised to see the bottle was half empty, he wondered how many times the archer used it. Spreading it generously over his flesh fingers, Jesse grabbed Hanzo’s right leg to wrap around his hip. Beginning to tease his lubed fingers at Hanzo’s tight entrance.
His mind began to wonder if the archer had ever preformed these actions on himself. When Jesse began to push his finger in, it elicited a loud moan from Hanzo. His hands gripping into the sheets mindlessly, his eyes screwing shut, his cute nose wrinkling. Did Hanzo make the same noises alone, or did he bite down on his lip to keep the noises quiet? Jesse would love to know the answers to his burning questions, but right now he had to focus on working Hanzo open. Pressing his thick fingers in gently, working it around until Hanzo made a noise, then put another in. Once the two were pressed to his knuckles, Jesse began to scissor them. Making a ‘come-here’ motion, coaxed another loud noise from the archer, his body tensing and his back arching. Jesse was pleased with himself.
When Jesse began to remove his fingers he could feel Hanzo tighten around them, reluctant to let him go. A whimper came from Hanzo as he finally opened his eyes to make contact with Jesse’s “Don’t worry darlin’ I’ll be replacin’ ‘em shortly.” Jesse could get used to Hanzo’s neediness, it was a sexy side to the archer.
Jesse straightened up to line up with Hanzo’s wet entrance, his head pressing against the loose muscles, It was already beginning to suck him in, even before he started to fully thrust in. His head was first, Hanzo taking a sharp intake of breath at the sudden stretch, it burned in a delicious way. “Damn, sugar, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” Jesse rasped, it was so hot.
Hanzo moaned, thankful the gunslinger gave him a moment to adjust. “Jesse, please give me more,” The elder Shimada barley recognizing the begging tone as his. Jesse seemed even more eager to give him what he wanted, sliding in easily. Once Jesse bottomed out, he gave him another moment to adjust, grabbing Hanzo’s other thigh to wrap around his waist.
“Ready?” Jesse looked at him for a moment, waiting for a visible nod from the archer. The pace Jesse began with, was painfully slow, savoring the tightness and the slide. Hanzo’s thighs tightening around Jesse’s hips every time the gunslinger thrusted back in. Hanzo gave a frustrated noise as the pace continued to drag on too long. Jesse laughed at Hanzo’s neediness, “Tell me whatcha what, darlin’.”
“Fuck me Jesse,” Hanzo rarely cussed, but when he did with that desperate rasp in his voice Jesse was weak to protest. His pace began to pick up more and more with each thrust in and out, the sound of skin slapping and moans now filled the air. Jesse loved watching the way Hanzo came undone, hands gripping, head thrown back, mouth open to let out those wet moans. This was heaven as far as Jesse was concerned.
“Shit Hanzo, you keep lookin’ like that I ain’t gonna last much longer,” Jesse rasped, cock twitching every time Hanzo’s walls tightened suffocatingly around him. Bucking upwards, Jesse hit that particular spot, that arched Hanzo’s back in ecstasy.
“Ah Jesse, right there,” Hanzo whined, calling the gunslingers name in time with his relentless pounding into his prostate. The pressure in Hanzo’s abdomen building up to an uncomfortable level. Only a couple more thrusts was all it took for Hanzo to come undone. He called Jesse’s name as thick spurts of cum landed randomly, most of it on his chest.
“God Han, I’m almost there,” Jesse breathed, griping at Hanzo’s hips to continue his thrusts. Hanzo’s tightness from his orgasm, shortening the time it took. Cumming soon after Hanzo, releasing his hot seed into the archer. “Fuck,” Jesse breathed. He slowly pulled out of Hanzo, before flopping down beside him. Both of them in a similar state, sweaty and out of breath.
Hanzo was the first to speak once he’d composed himself, “I am disgusting.” He said simply causing Jesse to laugh beside him.
“Yeah me too, sugar,” Jesse smiled, turning on his side to look at Hanzo who was looking at him in return. A sort of fondness in his dark eyes, “we should shower, darlin’.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” Hanzo sighed, moving closer to press into Jesse’s chest. Jesse returned the affection, the two now wrapped comfortably in each other’s arms. “Goodnight, Jesse.”
“Goodnight, Hanzo,” Jesse said with a light kiss to Hanzo’s forehead, the smaller male making a soft noise before his breathing began to even out.
This had definitely the best game of poker Jesse’s ever played.