#mckickin

    Burbon painted lips came to be cleaned with the thick muscle behind pearly whites. Licking his lips slowly to enjoy the left over flavor of his drink. The wonderful bite of liquor that lingered.

    Jacks question was met with buzzed hues that peered over the red pancho covering his shoulder. Hat tipped, eyebrows raised and it wasn’t long before those eyes began to wonder.

    From baby blues, to mentally stripping that beautiful body. “ Mmm. Hmhm. ” He hummed, followed by a chuckle. A shift in his movements before his hat was taken from his head and placed on the table beside him.

     “ What do I feel like doin’ to ya, huh ? ” He took another drink, his gaze never breaking from the Soldiers. The way he held himself already made Jesse start to feel tight in his pants. Those teeth biting down on that knuckle. Damn. How he wanted those to mark him.

    This was it. He sat his drink down and leaned in. Eyes swimming with hunger as he slowly took a breath. His hand snaking over to trail up the Soldiers thigh, stopping with a grip and holding the grip when he got close.

    “ I wanna rip those goddamn close off o’ ya right here, right now. ”

of course it occurred to him that posing such question could lead to something they can’t back out of, but jack has a terrible tendency to run HEAD-FIRST into danger. ...not that he’s thinking of this as such, placing all his faith in that the eyes which hold him belong to a man who’d never see him harmed.

breath CATCHES in his throat, an inhale trapped in sticky ANTICIPATION---he’s hardly aware he hasn’t let it GO, attention placed entirely in the way jesse’s eyes travel over him with an INTENSITY that feels almost PALPABLE. 

when gazes meet jack SWALLOWS, unconsciously running his tongue along his lips as the cowboy takes a pull from his glass---all of his actions are inadvertent responses to jesse’s motions - like when the cowboy leans CLOSER, jack leans BACK ; though it’s not to put distance between them, rather to see whether or not jesse is willing to FOLLOW HIM.

the muscles of his legs TIGHTEN, antsy jostle of one knee coming to a halt as a hand rests upon the opposite. now does jack EXHALE, the breath shuddering from parted lips. one hand finds jesse’s wrist, his own form of encouragement, as the other reaches to grab a fistful of red fabric wrapped ‘round neck, drawing him in with a coaxing TUG ;

The spider gazed upon the owner of the voice, curious to know if, this one dressed like that because he was southern. Or if, he was a hunter..

Either way, the spider grinned as he leaned close. Reaching out to lightly tap the cowboy’s hat, just a little further upwards. Wanting a clearer view of that face.

    McCree leaned against the railing of Gibraltar. The cigar in his mouth gave off the normal trail of smoke that slithered and swayed its way into the air above his head before eventually disappearing. It held a cherry scent and taste.. His favorite.

     The night was indeed young. The folk aroun these here parts were new and old agents moving from one place to another to get things situated and settled. In order to bring Overwatch back into active duty… and here Jesse wonders if it was a mistake heeding the recall..

    Still, it’s something familiar.

    He sighed, straightening himself as he came to take the cigar from his mouth. Letting the smoke blow out past his lips as well as his nose, paying little attention to the footsteps that came up from behind him.

    He knew that sound- He matched them to Jack who was probably coming to check up on him. Possibly doing his old rounds like he did back in the day. Heh. Old habits die hard ?

    ‘ What am I to you ? ’ the question made his heart feel like it froze, but the man simply blinked. Letting the cigar smoke trail along his arm from holding it at his hip until he brought it back to his lips to take another puff.

    It was a long silence, but McCree couldn’t just let it go unanswered. “ Depends on what cha mean. ” He started. “ On a professional level er personal.. ”

    His hands came to hook onto his belt. Brown eyes watching as Tracer zipped from room to room below. Lucio and Reinhardt carrying some boxes off trucks, and Mei looking through old logs. The rest ? They were busy getting unpacked.  

    “ If we’re talkin personal.. then. ” He grew silent again, eyes finding their way down to his boots that gently tapped a pebble away. “ I care fer ya a whole lot, truth be told. Maybe more than I should.. Always have. Prolly always will. ”

THE QUESTION HADN’T COME FROM NOWHERE ; given the development between the two, it was a curiosity that weighed upon the soldier’s mind for some TIME now---too tired was he to keep BEATING AROUND IT, knowing Jesse would give honest answer if asked. 

IT TAKES A MOMENT, but the assumption proves true as response eventually reaches ears. ...and in truth, it’s an EXPECTED reply. Jack is no FOOL, well-aware of looks the other surely thought he’s been SUBTLE with ; he counts every second of lingering touch, and is all-too conscious every time Jesse stands beside him.

CUTE is the most befitting word for it, as Jack considers it to be a PUPPY-CRUSH of sorts---flattering, but ultimately without DEPTH. given their prior relationship to one another, it’d be understandable that Jesse merely holds RESPECT for his old commander, yet easily confused the feeling with affection when given the experiences they’d shared. 

           ( he knew ; there’d been brief moments wherein he’d thought                     his own emotions ran ahead of themselves, painting Jesse                         in a NEW LIGHT---these moments he’d immediately felt GUILTY for. )

Jesse CARES for him, as Jack does the other in return, but he holds to his assumptions the other is only CAUGHT UP in the moment ; in the RELIEF that came with their reunion - adoration exists, yes, but the idea that Jesse’s feelings run deeper is--- it’s FOOLISH ; as much as the warmth that sparks within the soldier’s chest is.

TURNING HIMSELF, he raises arms to prop elbows upon the railing at his back, leaning against the metal with an EASE to his shoulders he’d not been able to find in quite some time ;

               “ it’s been a while since i’ve had that kind of respect. ”

PERHAPS IT’S CRUEL, to treat Jesse’s feelings as though they aren’t THERE, but there’s no intention to HURT the man in his subtle rejection---surely there’s a way to bring the cowboy to an UNDERSTANDING of what he REALLY feels without having to OUTRIGHT ADDRESS IT.

         there’s a PAUSE, a lazy roll of his head towards his shoulder,          followed by Jack reaching out to gently pluck the cigar from          between Jesse’s lips, bringing the lit tobacco to his own.                                           he INHALES, exhales ; cherry.

                                   “ as a GUARDIAN FIGURE, right ?”

Send one of the following to have my muse talk about

It's like he's just slowly "dieing" qnq