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His head was spinning. Hanzo groaned; he didn’t want to wake up yet. Even hungover, he felt unusually comfortable. His bed was much warmer than it usually was. Jesse. His memory of last night was hazy at best, but he remembered that he asked Jesse to stay the night, and the cowman did. Hanzo smiled, burying his face in the crook of Jesse’s neck.
“Mornin’, sugar.” Jesse greeted, his voice was heavy with sleep.
Hanzo merely grunted in reply. It was too early for words. Hanzo wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep and cuddle with Jesse.
“What time is it?” Jesse asked.
Hanzo didn’t bother to reply, but Athena answered, “It is 6:54 AM, Agent McCree.”
“Thanks Athena. Ain’t you normally up at five fer yer mornin’ jog?” Jesse asked.
“Jesse.” Hanzo muttered, mustering the energy to push himself up so he could look at McCree. “Sleep.”
Jesse grinned at him. “Could always use a few extra minutes.” He replied, tugging Hanzo back down so they could cuddle. He held Hanzo close to his chest and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Sweet dreams, darlin’.”
The next time they woke it was ten in the morning. Hanzo’s headache wasn’t quite as bad as it had been, but some painkillers would probably be advisable. Jesse was carding his fingers through Hanzo’s hair, and Hanzo had to stop himself from purring.
“Think we should get up now, honeybee.” Jesse remarked. “I think the kitchen should be empty. I could fix us somethin’.”
“Why are you so insistent on getting out of bed?” Hanzo questioned.
“I dunno, why ‘re you so insistent on clingin’ ta me like a leech?” Jesse teased.
Hanzo huffed indignantly. Sometimes he wondered why he loved Jesse so much. “I do not easily give up what is mine.” Hanzo stated.
“Aww, didn’t know ya liked me so much.” Jesse hummed, pressing a kiss to Hanzo’s temple.
“You say such foolish things.” Hanzo muttered, moving to tug McCree into a proper kiss. “How could you think I didn’t like you at this point?”
“I dunno, we were pretty hammered last night…” McCree commented.
“We were barely drunk.” Hanzo argued. “Jesse McCree, I care greatly for you, but I will fight you if you even think about getting out of this bed.”
Jesse laughed, tugging Hanzo into a hug. “Sugar, we can always come back ta bed. If ya like, I could make breakfast and bring it back here. I’ll make ya pancakes.”
Hanzo let out a small sigh. “Promise you won’t be gone long?” Hanzo requested.
“I’ll be back before you know it, Han.” Jesse replied, stealing one last kiss before slipping out of bed.
As soon as Jesse was gone, Hanzo regretted his decision. It was so much colder without him. Part of him scolded himself for staying in bed so late in the first place. He had training to do, a schedule to keep up. Another part of him told him to keep Jesse in his room for as long as possible. Jesse was a precious treasure to be hoarded and protected at all cost. Hanzo would not give him up easily.
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Jesse navigated his way from Hanzo’s room to the kitchen. Like he’d expected, most of the other agents had already eaten their breakfast and left. McCree usually liked having someone to talk to while he cooked, but since Hanzo wanted him back quickly, McCree figured it was better not to have any distractions.
“Oh? I thought you were too old for the walk of shame?” Genji remarked, startlingly the cowboy.
“Genji, we talked about not sneakin’ up on folks.” McCree stated, turning to glare at the cyborg.
“You’re avoiding my question.” Genji commented.
“I didn’t really hear it; was too busy jumpin’ out of my own boots.” McCree retorted. He found the pancake mix and started making the batter.
Genji walked over to McCree and tugged on his shirt. “These are the clothes you were wearing yesterday.” He stated. “And I saw you exiting my brothers room.”
Jesse felt his face heating up. “We didn’t do nothin’.” Jesse defended. “Just got drunk and passed out.”
“Sure.” Genji teased. “So, you slept on Hanzo’s floor?” He asked.
Jesse was silent while he got the frying pan out and started heating it up for the pancakes.
After a moment Genji simply stopped. “Oh my god you two did fuck.” He exclaimed.
“Genji, we didn’t-” Jesse tried to say before Genji cut him off.
“No, no, I don’t want to hear anything. I don’t want to know.” Genji muttered. “If you try to tell me about my brother’s sex life I will end you.”
“We just slept, we didn’t have sex.” Jesse stated. “I’m tellin’ ya we didn’t do nothin’!”
“So what, you just cuddled?” Genji asked incredulously.
Jesse felt his blush darken. “ ‘nd what’s wrong with that?” He asked, pouring some of the batter into the pan.
At that, Genji couldn’t contain his laughter. “You old dorks.” Genji cackled.
“Yer barely younger than us.” Jesse retorted, but his words seemed to fall on deaf ears and Genji left, laughter still bubbling up as he tried to contain himself.
Jesse rolled his eyes, a grin tugging at the edge of his lips. He liked cuddling with Hanzo, ‘nd best he could tell, Hanzo had enjoyed it too. He flipped his pancakes, wondering if he should try to make them into cool shapes before deciding that it would be a disaster waiting to happen, and stuck with circular pancakes.
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Jesse had only been gone for about ten to fifteen minutes, but that felt like an eternity to Hanzo. The door opened, causing Hanzo to sit up and see who was entering. It was Jesse. When the cowman returned, it was with a tray of pancakes, a steaming cup of tea, and some painkillers for his headache.
“Scooch over, lovebug.” Jesse requested.
Hanzo obliged, moving over so Jesse had room to slip under the mass of blankets. McCree placed the tray on Hanzo’s lap. The smell was incredible. Fluffy pancakes with butter and maple syrup should have been too sugary for breakfast, but McCree knew about Hanzo’s sweet tooth.
“Thank you for the meal.” Hanzo said, leaning against Jesse so their shoulders were touching.
“Ain’t nothin’, sweetheart. Anythin’ fer you.” Jesse replied.