#gamfcowboy

Hanzo hadn’t thought he’d ever be nervous to perform when he wasn’t even a contestant. Jesse’s private class had been asked to do an exhibition at the end of a local modern dance competition. The rest of the class had other routines to practice, shows to do, or non-dancing appointments - so he and Jesse had decided to perform together. Perhaps it was the relative newness of the dance style he’d been learning for around two months now. Or maybe it was the thought of people outside the class seeing their routine, seeing especially a novice like him participating in a form of dance that most people watching would be closely familiar with. Whatever the case, the damn butterflies wouldn’t leave his stomach.

Closing his eyes, Hanzo kept his breaths deep and measured as he leaned against a backstage wall. He adjusted his earbuds a little and restarted the recording of their song, mentally reviewing the timing and movements.  ...And trying very hard not to think of little moments he and Jesse had shared while learning it all. Daydreaming could be done later, once the performance was over.

“ You’re so beautiful. ”

Drawn away from the beginnings of a wandering daydream, the cyborg turned his head to eye his partner curiously. He might have wondered if he heard correctly if it weren't for that soft look the gunslinger wore when he looked at him--but there it was.

    "You have strange tastes." Genji scoffed halfheartedly, pushing himself off the windowsill he sat at to close the distance between them. His arms were around Jesse's middle not a moment later as he stood on the tips of his toes to plant a warm, affectionate kiss against his brow.

Just for that he's getting a picture of Jesse covered in an ENTIRE box of tea bags with his tongue sticking out. Clearly dead.

Lúcio snorts. 

[txt] Oh no, I guess I’ll have to perform mouth-to-mouth 😔

He was glad to know McCree was still alive. He’d heard some rumors about the large bounty on the cowboy’s head. They may not have been in the same unit during the old Overwatch days, but he had seen snippets of McCree’s growth - both physical and not - in those years, and harbored an amicable fondness for the man.

Damn, I say th’ same thin’ about my men. ‘Course, yer smaller'n a twink after a clean out, so y'got an advantage on me there.

Oh c’mon, I’m no’ tha’ small.