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“Ugh, can you take that somewhere else?”
McCree lifted his head in surprise.
“You talkin’ to me?”
She rolled her eyes without turning her head away from the screen. Lucio tried to take advantage of her distraction in whatever game they were playing (A racing game, it looked like. Something kart?) but failed when Hana’s attention snapped back to the TV. Lucio groaned in frustration while Hana continued talking, apparently not perturbed by any of it.
“Who else? You two both have rooms, you know.”
Understanding dawned on McCree. He nudged Genji who sat nestled into his side, visor removed to facilitate the occasional kiss while they worked (or in McCree’s case, tried to work) on their personal data pads.
Genji chuckled, his voice missing most of its robotic qualities without his visor.
“My apologies, Song-san. I would hate to cause you discomfort.”
The honorific, unusually formal for those two, was McCree’s first sign Genji had a plan. The shit eating grin that lit up his face in the most terrifying way was the second.
“ ‘Course, I’d never want to upset anybody.” McCree agreed, hesitantly playing along. Genji shifted his body, angling more towards McCree. He gave McCree a predatory look that had no place in polite company. McCree couldn’t stop the slight blush that colored his cheeks. Suddenly he knew exactly what Genji wanted to do.
Angela is gonna kill us when she finds out.
Hana eyed them with distrust. Usually she was the one smiling with Genji at whatever poor soul they’d locked on that week.
Genji pushed McCree into the cushions. He hit them with an umpf and found himself unable to do anything but respond in kind as Genji came down for a kiss that definitely didn’t belong in polite company.
Hana made gagging sounds, face twisting in disgust as she bolted from the rec room, game forgotten. Lucio was quick to follow, making sure to yell his own chastisement (“Oh come on guys!”) before running out.
McCree heard this all from a distance, like a TV show playing in the background. He was far more occupied with the man laid out on top of him. They broke apart for air and McCree became aware of his own heavy breathing. He swallowed hard.
“So, uh, which of our rooms is the closest?”
Genji glanced up in the direction of the door. McCree was too caged in to see it himself, but he watched Genji’s eyes go from thoughtful to mischevious.
“Athena,” He called out, locking eyes with McCree. “Do I have the authority to temporarily cut video and audio feed from this room?”
The AI hummed to life. “For what purpose, Agent Genji?”
Genji laughed, low and breathy, and McCree’s own breath hitched.
“I do not think Winston will want to watch this.”
Genji leaned back down, not waiting for a response, and Athena never gave one.