#mcbob

B.O.B.’s on his back on the largest table they got, offered up for the gang in that quiet way of his, old habits from his time of seen but not heard. Not that McCree minds; when B.O.B. does make a sound, a startled grunt, a breathless burst of static, it feels like a prize. One of the triplets drags his cock along the ridges of B.O.B.’s mustache while Bars works between his thighs. It’s always interestin’ to see which the sniper picked. His tastes changed on a dime, but his pushiness didn’t. He rudely pumps into the larger omnic, maybe hoping for a sound or two to stroke his ego as much as B.O.B.’s insides stroke his cock.

Omnics are interesting, ‘specially the upgrades they choose to get. Hidden beneath B.O.B.’s chaps and metal panel is a small, innocuous spot, but press it a little, give his cock a stroke or two, and it slicks up nice and pretty. The same spot Bars’s currently giving all he’s got to, rutting hard enough to jostle, wet, eager sounds meshing with his hissing, broken synth. Must be pent up since he curls over B.O.B.’s huge stomach moments later, shuddering and groaning. He finishes with a few hard shoves for good measure, mean, gangly thing, before slapping B.O.B.’s thigh and pulling out.

McCree chugs the rest of his beer before standing, eyes never leaving that messy, twitching hole he can only see by how shiny and ruined it is. By the time he’s tugged his dick out, the one triplet’s gone too. Good thing, McCree doesn’t much like lookin’ at him, but the string of cum he left along B.O.B.’s faceplate has an certain allure.

“B.O.B., ya ready?” he drawls, hefting his cock by its base, tapping it against that messy spot he’s aiming to sink into within the minute.

B.O.B.’s lights flicker, eyes focusing and unfocusing. McCree draws a finger down the omnic’s cock, segmented and throbbing beneath his touch.

“They’ve been mean to ya. But I won’t let ya go unsatisfied.”

He grasps B.O.B.’s cock, a thick sonavabitch that he can’t get his whole fist around, rolls his thumb beneath its fat tip, smearing the lime green slick that matches his lights. The omnic shudders, cock twitching in his warm, calloused grip.

“Ooh, needy thing. Don’t worry.”

McCree angles his own cock down and presses inside, cum and slick dribbling out as he goes, the squelch of it burning his ears and guts, and all McCree can do is grin like a maniac and keep going. It’s a rush when a massive thing like B.O.B. submits so prettily, the thighs framing McCree larger ‘n life and quaking with the slow, even push.

He takes his time, and why not? It’s his turn, he wants to enjoy this, and more than that he wants B.O.B. to enjoy it, the clicked tongues and huffed sighs from the onlookers tickling the back of McCree’s neck and warming his stomach. Deep, rhythmic, slow, the sweet call of orgasm a speck on the horizon that he ambles towards, watching the flickering of B.O.B.’s lights, how still and cute and quiet he goes, a nearly inaudible squeak as McCree swivels his thumb beneath the omnic’s glans just once, never stopping the smooth roll of his hips. B.O.B. trembles, such a sight; McCree bites his lower lip, moans through the flutter of B.O.B’s body around him as the omnic overloads in a gush across his segmented, round stomach.

“There we go…” McCree groans, hips stumbling. “Hope you don’t mind if I—”

He hadn’t, and eventually it’d just been wet dreams and fantasies that had slipped into the recesses of his memory during Blackwatch and beyond.

Until now. Standing next to that great hulk of an omnic and feeling all of that just rush back in a strangely muted but still embarrassing way. They’d made their peace, it wasn’t anything between them that had anger or resentment attached like he had with Ashe, and older, more confident Jesse had turned and asked almost offhandedly if Bob was interested in coming back to his hotel for a drink.

A cocked head and finally a nod had been his answer, which leads them to where they are now. With McCree eyeing the well maintained frame and grinning around his fifth beer. Flirting shamelessly, inhibitions starting to drift away with the good company and alcohol.

But it’s Bob who makes the first move, one massive hand reaching to touch Jesse’s knee gently, optics shuttering and head tilted in a silent question that the cowboy has no trouble understanding.

And if his breathed, “Goddamn yes,” is any indication, he’s more than happy to answer.

The bed isn’t made for so much weight so they improvise. McCree straddling the omnic’s thighs and nuzzling about his face as much as his hands are stroking around seams and joins that hide wires beneath them. Only giving a mumbled, “...internet,” when Bob gives him a look for knowing just where they are.

Then it’s clothes stripped off piece by piece until only underwear remain and that’s when the outlaw pauses, unsure. Placing Sheila on top of Bob’s dome and giving him a crooked, somewhat hesitant grin.

“I’m afraid yer gonna have t’ take th’ reins here, sweetheart, I ain’t got a clue what y’got an’ what y’don’t. Want t’make this good fer ya, though, ain’t jus’ about me.”

Bob’s optics shutter again, then again, and he leans back with a contemplative look that tells Jesse he might have been a bit unclear about what he was after. Sex, obviously, but not one sided. Not just him getting off. A slow nod comes after a few seconds and while Jesse’s waiting, slightly confused, he feels both heat and something under his ass.

...but also, he sees the omnic carefully removing an armor plate over a cluster of wires and guiding McCree’s hand up to them. Helping him find certain ones and venting softly as they’re explored and manipulated carefully. Grinning in true delight the first time he gets a little shudder out of his new partner.

Five minutes later he has a just-thick-enough cock in his ass and fingers absolutely tangled in those wires. Groaning as his manipulations make Bob thrust just a little bit harder than he was before. Toes curled up and dick leaving smears of pre across metal and flesh alike.

He gets Bob to come first, static sparking across his frame and eyes going blindingly bright for a second before he’s still, moving again when a fully body shudder runs through him and catches Jesse off guard, a big hand closing over his dick and vibrating. Makes the cowboy curse and jerk and then he’s spitting his load into that hand with hips jerking until he feels the edge of too much and nudges the hand away to collapse panting across the omnic’s big chest.

It’s miles better than he ever imagined.