so… McCree lounging in boxers because it’s hot as hell in the base. falls asleep with his legs spread like the manwhore he is and his dick tip peeking out of the leg hole
guess whos back, back again
Hanzo only swings by the lounge because he’s looking for his brother; Genji and himself had a lot of catching up to do even now, but the man was energetic and flighty as ever. He was checking all the likely places he might find him when he caught sight of something truly breathtaking-even if he would rather feign death than admit it out loud: McCree, chewing on the straw of his iced tea, naked but for a worn pair of boxers, leg bouncing irritably while sweat shined on its hair. From where he stood he could just barely tell that there was something more than a leg bouncing those boxers(almost so thick he mistook it for a brief bulge of muscle for a moment, until recognition set in). Ducking his head, he slipped away before anyone could notice his staring.
One full sweep of the base and still no brother later, Hanzo is feeling irritated. He’ll just make one last peek in the most likely room and then give up if he wasn’t there. Genji could be scolded when he finally stopped by his personal quarters. Grumbling, he makes his way back to the lounge–and nearly trips at the sound of a camera click as he comes back to the sight of his brother crouching on the lounge floor with a cameraphone in hand in front of a conked-out spread-legged McCree.
Oh fuck. Genji would do that. Ejlakedkd
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