Chapter Text
The ticking of the clock steadied Hanzo as he placed his laundry basket on the bed. He glanced at the time: 21:34 PM. He grunted in contempt. He tentatively took each article of clothing, and folded them in piles separated by use.
Hanzo was smoothing out his emerald gi jacket when he heard three knocks on his door. He set his task aside to approach the keypad near the door frame. One button push and the door slid open to reveal a very disheveled cowboy. Hanzo blinked in surprise.
"Jesse? You're back already?"
The man stood there with a downright miserable expression on his face. He shifted on his feet and fixed his tattered serape. His voice croaked worryingly, "Seems so."
"I was expecting you tomorrow. If I had known I would have welcomed you at your return." Hanzo stepped aside to let the man in. He watched warily as McCree hobbled into the room. The faint smell of gunpowder followed him. The cowboy stiffly took off his boots and put them near the door. Then he placed the hat on his head and the serape around his shoulders on the chest drawer.
"Don't worry 'bout it. Mission just ended early is all." He turned his body to face Hanzo. His eyes grew soft and a small tired smile appeared, "Missed you something fierce."
"I missed you as well." Hanzo allowed himself a private smile as he shuffled over to the other. McCree opened his arms in invitation and Hanzo took it by wrapping his own around him. The embrace was much tighter than usual. McCree even placed a kiss against the Hanzo’s forehead.
He sighed heavily when Hanzo leaned away. The archer peered up into the cowboy’s face. There were prominent bags under his eyes and his hair was tousled more wildly than usual. Hanzo placed a hand on McCree's cheek to stroke it lightly. "Are you alright? What went wrong on the mission?"
McCree closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. "I’ll be okay...just need a minute to process things. Not much in a mood to talk about the mission either.” He gently rubbed at Hanzo's wrist with his metal arm. "Just wanna be with you right now."
Hanzo's insides twisted a little at that. He nodded, "I understand. If you want to sleep here tonight you can."
McCree opened his eyes and looked like Hanzo just offered to buy him a new hat. "That'd be wonderful, thank you kindly." McCree kissed him on the cheek this time.
Hanzo hummed in satisfaction, "Of course.”
McCree sidestepped Hanzo to collapse onto the small couch across from the bed. He stretched his long limbs and yawned loudly. His body quickly melted into the soft padding of the cushions.
He rubbed his face as he asked, “How was your week? Anything new happened?”
He noticed the basket and piles of clothes arranged on the bed. He raised an eyebrow, “Laundry? On a Thursday?”
Hanzo crossed his arms as he sat next to the pile of underwear. He sighed heavily, “Someone let Junkrat in the kitchen without supervision and he started a fire that burnt up half of the counters. Luckily, Ms. Zhou noticed what was happening and extinguished it.”
“Well that’s lucky, I suppose.” McCree huffed amusedly.
“I suppose it is. But do you know who’s turn it was to cook that night.” Hanzo uncrossed his arms to lean forward on his knees. He was clearly expecting an answer.
“I’m going to guess it was you by the angry face you’re making.” McCree said as he pointed at him.
“You guessed correctly. I had to clean up the mess. Along with that menace .” Hanzo hissed as he rubbed his temples in agitation, “He wouldn’t shut up about what was going on his head at the time. Something about using pomegranates as grenades? Whatever he was saying, it was ridiculous. I ignored him as best as I could.” He slapped his face with his palm and dragged his hand slowly down. “That’s how the second fire started.”
McCree couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. He shook his head, “Aw, sorry to hear that, honey. Sounds awful.”
“It was. At least Junkrat is banned from the kitchen altogether now.” Hanzo said with a huff.
McCree nodded in agreement, “I’m surprised he wasn’t banned sooner, especially after his last stunt.” McCree shuddered at the memory.
“Ugh, do not remind me.” Hanzo sneered. “Out of all the pots, he had to use mine.”
“You two are just a recipe for disaster,” McCree grinned, “Anything else happened while I was gone?”
Hanzo pursed his lips in thought, “I believe Ms. Amari wants to speak to you over tea. She wouldn’t tell me why.” Hanzo gave him an appraising look, “What did you do?”
McCree drew his eyebrows together, “Hmm, not sure. Haven’t done anything recently to my knowledge.” He stroked his beard in thought, then snapped his fingers in realization, “Fareeha’s birthday is coming up. Probably wants to do something special for her.”
“I suppose….That doesn’t explain why she wouldn’t tell me though.” Hanzo’s face scrunched up in annoyance.
“Maybe she wants to throw her a surprise party,” McCree shrugged then yawned again. “I’ll let you know when I find out.”
“Very well.” Hanzo nodded as McCree stood up from the couch. A few of his joints cracked audibly which made the archer winced inwardly.
McCree looked to Hanzo, "Taken a shower yet?"
Hanzo shook his head, "No, I haven't."
"Shower with me?" The cowboy offered his hand.
The archer took it and pulled himself up. "If you wish."
McCree went into the bathroom first while Hanzo gathered their sleepwear. Ever since McCree started to sleep over more often, Hanzo made sure to have some spare clothing in his room. He even dug out a little space for it in his wardrobe drawer. When Hanzo was in a rush to dress himself, he will on occasion grab one of McCree’s t-shirts or button downs.
McCree always found it incredibly endearing.
In the bathroom, a weak mist enveloped the space and the heat was almost suffocating. The cowboy’s discarded clothing was haphazardly thrown across the floor much to the archer's chagrin. McCree’s metal arm was detached and lying near the sink. Hanzo placed their sleepwear next to it. He removed his own clothing and placed them neatly on the counter. He retied his hair into a high bun to avoid getting it wet. With the curtain pulled back, he stepped carefully into the shower.
"Hey there, stranger." McCree huffed. His hair was already dripping wet and falling in front of his face. “Fancy meeting you here.”
Hanzo gave him a quick peck on the cheek before he shoved the cowboy out of the shower spray. The warm water was a great relief on his sore skin. He spent the majority of his day dedicated to training with Zarya. She was quite the force to be reckoned with on and off the battlefield. Especially during workouts. She graciously had spotted him today. In return, he had fixed her a protein shake made from her own special recipe. Zarya gave him a crushing hug as thanks. His back still hurts from it.
Hanzo scrubbed at his skin to get the worst of it before he silently asked for the bar of soap. McCree handed it over reluctantly. Hanzo lathered himself up and washed away the stress from the day.
"Hey, Han?"
"Yes, Jess?"
"You mind washing my hair for me? My good arm is pretty sore." McCree looked to him with apologetic eyes but an amused smile.
Hanzo instead of answering picked up a shampoo bottle from one of the shelves and gestured for McCree to get closer. McCree did so willingly and grabbed a loose hold on Hanzo's waist.
Once he squeezed a decent amount on his hands, he reached up to scrub at McCree's scalp. McCree ducked his head down to give him a better reach. He placed his head against the archer's and sighed contently. He hummed a few songs under his breath.
Hanzo shampooed and conditioned McCree's hair thoroughly. He moved behind him and into the shower spray to focus on the cowboy's shoulders. He massaged at the swollen knot on the base of McCree's neck. McCree let out an unabashed moan. Hanzo chuckled at the reaction, "Stressed?"
"Sweetheart, I'm more coiled up than a viper ready to strike. Keep doing that." McCree rolled his shoulders to help relieve some of the tension.
Hanzo rubbed his fingers a little harder into the muscle. McCree was not quiet voicing his pleasure with the massage so Hanzo dug into his skin even more. McCree stiffened and turned around when Hanzo started to kiss his neck.
“As much as I love your kisses, honey, I’m afraid I’m not in the mood for much else,” McCree said sheepishly.
Hanzo nodded, “That is fine. You had a long day, hmm?”
“Oh you don’t even know the half of it,” McCree huffed as he scratched at his stump. “Shitty day to end a shitty week.”
Hanzo raised an eyebrow as he did a final rinse, “I could empathize better if you would tell me about it, Jess.”
McCree blew a raspberry as he leaned his back against the tiled wall, “Yeah, yeah, just give me a minute. Mind’s still a lil’ bit fuzzy.”
“Take all the time you need, just not in the shower.” Hanzo turned off the shower head and reached out for their towels on the nearby counter. He handed the faded red one to McCree.
“Fine, fine.” McCree took the towel to dry his hair. He then used it to rub all the excess water all over his body. Hanzo did the same with his own. They exited the shower to put on their sleepwear. The heat and mist slowly dissipated as they dressed themselves.
Hanzo let his hair down from his bun and ran his hand through the strands. He looked at himself in the fogged up mirror. The ends were getting wild and he mentally debated whether he should cut them tonight. The hair scissors were nowhere to be seen so he left them alone for now.
McCree interrupted his thoughts when he made a noise in his throat. “Would you mind?” McCree pointed to his own hair.
Hanzo gestured for him to sit down on the toilet. The archer gently ran his fingers through his damp locks before scratching a little at the cowboy’s scalp. McCree let out a pleased noise at that. Once Hanzo detangled most of his hair, he pulled it back into a high tail. The cowboy leaned his head back to look at the archer, eyes crinkling with adoration. “I really did miss you.”
Hanzo smiled and gently held McCree’s head in his hands. “I know. I missed you as well.” He bent down to kiss the cowboy’s forehead.
“You’re just too good to me.” McCree sighed. He stopped leaning against Hanzo and slumped forward. He closed his eyes and heaved another sigh.
Hanzo moved in front of McCree to make sure the cowboy could see him. He gave him a hard stare before he softened his expression. He smoothed over the strands of hair that never seem to stay down on the cowboy’s head.
“It’s no less than what you deserve.” Hanzo said firmly. “You deserve absolutely everything good in the world, Jesse. I know I am not one of those things, but I vow to always treat you as such.”
McCree blinked and shook his head in light embarrassment, “Aw, hell. You don’t have to go round saying things like that to make me feel better, Hanzo. I don’t need any more than what you already give me.” He grabbed Hanzo’s hand and intertwined their fingers. The cowboy pressed light kisses into his rough palm. Hanzo sighed softly.
“All I ever could ask is for you to be by my side until the sun sets on us both. That’s all I would ever need from my archer.” McCree murmured into his skin.
His smile returned and seeing it in full warmed Hanzo to his very core. He felt the dragon practically purring under his skin.
Hanzo couldn't hold back his own smile now, “Now that is something I can do, my gunslinger.”