ace mccree mini fic
in honour of asexuality awareness week…
McCree always wondered if there was something wrong with him. He saw other men his age boasting about all the women and men they’d slept with, and McCree simply didn’t understand. He’d slept with a couple of people, but unlike most others, the very idea of sex without an emotional connection was … incomprehensible. He didn’t understand the urge, the drive, the obsession. Sex could be fun, sure, but the be all and end all? He could definitely take it or leave it.
He was worried, when Hanzo started flirting with him. McCree liked him, a lot, desperately, but he’d had too many occasions of being shot down by someone he liked when they found out that he wasn’t particularly interested in sex. McCree could happily spend hours kissing a partner, holding them, falling asleep with them, but they inevitably wanted more.
He let Hanzo fuck him. He quite enjoyed it – mostly because of the amount of pleasure it gave Hanzo, and the orgasm was nice. But as their relationship progressed, Hanzo noticed fairly quickly that he was always the one to initiate sex, and McCree frequently found excuses to say no. Too tired, too sore, too drunk, an early morning the next day.
“I think I might be asexual,” McCree blurted out one evening. He’d been reading about it online, and it had been like a lightbulb went off in his head. Hanzo was curled up next to him with a hand up his shirt, and that hand had been slowly making its way south. At those words, Hanzo stopped and sat up.
“Ah,” he said, looking at McCree with a considering expression, “I had wondered.”
“Not that I don’t find you attractive!” McCree hastened to add.
Hanzo nodded. “I understand. Genji is asexual. He told me all about it, when we were teenagers. He never understood the drive to have sex. I assume this is how you feel?”
McCree nodded, then frowned. He’d heard a lot about Genji’s lifestyle before Overwatch, and that didn’t mesh. But then… he’d somehow managed to cultivate an image of himself as someone who’d fall into bed with anyone. It had kept people from gossiping.
“You’re not mad?”
Hanzo chuckled and curled himself back into McCree’s embrace. “No. After all, I have a perfectly functioning hand if I need that and you are not in the mood.” He sat up again briefly and touched McCree’s face, a look of concern in his eyes. “But do not ever think you have to pretend. I love you for who you are, not for what is in your pants. If you want sex, let it be on your terms as well as mine.”
McCree laughed softly and took a deep, shuddering breath. “Love you too, sugar.” He leaned down and shared a soft kiss with Hanzo, and they went back to watching their movie.