There always was a line at this time of day – lazy afternoon, that was. Not too long – but a line nonetheless.
McCree was in front, head tilted, listening to the happenings inside the bathroom as his fingers were already working on his belt buckle. Jack was behind, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest, staring into nothing. Behind him, Reinhardt was checking through his communications, dressed down for the occasion with just a tanktop and sweatpants – for easy access.
The door opened and Lúcio stepped out, eyes shiny and teeth bared in a broad, happy grin. He bumped his knuckles against McCree’s outstretched fist in a greeting and sauntered down the hall without another word while McCree slipped inside with an eager, slightly clumsy amble; his groin felt almost uncomfortably swollen, making him walk a little funny as he made a bee line for the open stall, popping the buttons of his fly open.
Nobody talked about that sweet little mouth on the other end; so soft and open, always eager to liberally drool over whatever cock was shoved rudely through the hole – but it wasn’t hard to guess who was on the other side, either.
The neatly trimmed, black beard was too distinctive to be anybody else but him.
McCree had never spoken to him beyond low grunts and muttered curses – he felt like that would spoil the fun. Maybe shatter the magic. He had no fucking idea.
He was hard and excited and Hanzo made a soft sound of delight at seeing how swollen he already was; the glans peeking from the fleshy foreskin, ready for his eager, gentle lips to push it back, bare it to his tongue slowly, leisurely rounding the smooth, ripe head.
McCree sighed, eyes closing, forehead leaning against the arms he had stacked against the wall.
“Yeah that’s it. That’s the spot. Yeaaah.” He groaned like a man getting his back scratched, hips gently fucking forward through the hole into the eager mouth presented just on the other side. He could feel the head rub against the soft palette, nudging against the resistance of Hanzo’s throat, and rumbled in appreciation when the other man swallowed around him, working, sucking, licking – making a mess out of the whole encounter.
McCree’s toes curled in his boots, balls feeling hot and swollen like grapefruits as he heard the slurping from the other side, and tried to imagine Hanzo’s lips pursed over the head of his cock, licking the pre-cum right from the source.
When he pulled back to cuddle with the cock, McCree could feel the soft scratch of his facial hair against his shaft – could feel himself nudge against Hanzo’s cheekbone.
“Goddamn, darlin’. Would pay you to jerk off into your hair, ain’t gonna lie.”
There was a soft sound on the other side at that; a low, strangled moan – Hanzo’s lips descending back on his cock, sucking him almost forcefully in, cheeks hollowed enough that McCree could feel them cushioning his dick.
“Goddamn,” he swore low and with feeling, kicking one dusty boot tip against the dividing wall, hips taking up in speed.
He didn’t know what they would do without their stress relief.
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