These Boots Are Made for More Than Just Walking
Just a little gift for @mctiddiezo as a pick me up. Also completely and wonderfully inspired by Kesha’s new song, Boots ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Warning: slightly nsfw
Jesse steps off the drop ship tired, dirty, and with his head still buzzing from Fareeha’s rockets. The mission in Ilios was a success; they saved the local population from yet another Talon attack garnering more public support and their love and adoration.
That’s all nice and good, but right now Jesse only wants some love from a certain archer. He’s missing Hanzo something fierce and after a quick shower he just wants to cuddle him for a couple hours. And maybe accompany that with a lengthy make-out session if Hanzo’s in the mood. Yea, that’d be nice.
Jesse trudges back through the hallways of the Watchpoint to the dorms. He gets stopped a couple times by some teammates asking how the mission went but is able to continue on pretty quickly once he explains how tired he is. With some skill and a little luck he even manages to avoid Jack and his need to stick to regulation and deliver the debriefing immediately after a mission. There’re five other people to tell the exact same story of what went down and Fareeha will fill him in on anything else he misses, because she’s an awesome almost-sister like that.
Finally, Jesse stops in front of the door of his and Hanzo’s room. The door doesn’t open automatically for him which is odd because that means it’s locked and they never lock the door when at least one of them is on site.
“Hey Athena, is Hanzo still around or did he get sent out on some emergency or somethin’?” Jesse asks their resistant A.I.
“”I can confirm that Agent Hanzo is still on the premises. And to answer your next question, he is currently in your shared dormitory.”
“Thanks doll, don’t know what we’d do without’cha.”
“Wander around the base aimlessly until Agent Morrison finds you and demands for you to fill out your paperwork most likely,” she says with a little mirth in her tone.
“Hey, don’t you sass me. I always get my paperwork done, might take a month or two but I get it done.”
“Of course, Agent McCree. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
Jesse chuckles and types in the code for the door. It opens with a soft hiss and he walks in with a satisfied groan. There really is no place like home.
“Welcome home, cowboy,” Hanzo says as soon as the door closes.
Jesse looks up from where he dumped all of his bags and opens he mouth to respond but all his words die in his throat when he sees what’s waiting for him. The lights have been dimmed and the scent of a pinewood candle waifs through the air.
And Hanzo, oh lord.
Hanzo is lying in the middle of their bed on his stomach on their incredibly soft silk sheets (that Hanzo demanded they have because everything else is too scratchy, not that Jesse complained about that little upgrade) wearing nothing but Jesse’s undercover black Stetson, a pair of lacy, black and gold, booty shorts that Jesse remembers picking out with Hanzo at one of the malls in Hollywood, and Jesse’s nice black boots that he only wears for special events.
Going by the very pleased and slightly smug look on Hanzo’s face, Jesse knows his mouth is hanging wide open and he’s staring like an idiot. A very lucky and blessed idiot.
Jesse finally snaps his mouth shut and gets his voice to cooperate when Hanzo rolls over and stands up.
“Well howdy there yerself, cowboy,” he tries to say coyly, but it’s really hard when a living piece of artwork is stalking towards him with a hungry expression. Hot damn, those shorts are tight. “Is there some special occasion I’m forgettin’ about, because goddamn honey…”
Hanzo chuckles and stops right in front of Jesse. He tips his hat up just enough to pin Jesse in place with those beautiful eyes. “No, no special reason. I simply heard how well your mission went and thought you deserved a reward for all of your hard work. I take it you like it?”
“Do I like it? Han, baby, I’d have ta be a blind idiot not to enjoy comin’ home to this, an’ even then I’d think I’d find a way to appreciate all’a this. Please tell me I get to do more than just look. I mean, I could look at ya fer a hundred days an’ nights an’ still not get my fill but I’ve been missin’ ya terribly an’ ya look good enough ta eat.”
“Only if you do not have any other plans.”
“Nope, not a thing,” Jesse says quickly. This is so much better than what he was thinking of doing tonight.
“Good, because,” Hanzo grabs Jesse’s belt buckle and pulls him forward with it until their chests are flush against each other. “You are mine tonight.”
Jesse rushes forward and captures Hanzo’s lips in a bruising kiss. Hanzo’s hands reach up to thread through Jesse’s hair and dig into his back while Jesse’s run down Hanzo’s sides, enjoying the feel of smooth skin and soft lace all the same.
Jesse moans and gladly accepts that he’s going to be walking on air for the rest of the night and probably for the rest of his life.