Extension of January Drabble #2

McCree/Hanzo – watersports; humiliation kink

When finally their teammates have dug their way through the rubble, nobody has mentioned anything out of place. Maybe they hadn’t noticed the acrid scent of piss, or they have been too busy evacuating them to notice the cooled puddles they had to shamefully sit in.

Or maybe they have seen how brittle Hanzo looked; like one remark would get him to either shatter or lash out in a truly destructive way.

Whatever the reason, Jesse and Shimada have been rescued and nobody mentioned them pissing themselves – not even a few days later when the shock about them being buried alive has worn off.

Pissing himself has not been the most embarrassing thing Jesse has ever done – it’s not even close to at the top of the list – but he can’t say the same for Shimada.

He’d like to make him feel better, somehow, but in all honesty he wouldn’t know how to start that conversation. Especially since Hanzo seemed to avoid him, mysteriously vanishing from any room McCree walked into within the first three minutes.

That’s fine, he tells himself. It’s not like they have ever been buddies or had much to do with one another.

Only… only that it rubs him the wrong way, suddenly. He finds himself sitting in front of the base, puffing a cigar and thinking back on being crammed into the small space, desperation mounting.

He keeps thinking about Shimada’s face, pinched and pale and progressively more sweaty as he, just like Jesse, had fought a losing battle against his overly full bladder.

He’s never been into stuff like that… piss… but. Well.

He can’t deny his raging hard-ons whenever he thinks about it; how his dick gets needy and interested, fattening up in his slacks when he thinks about those little, bitten-off sounds Hanzo had tried to stifle by biting into his hand.

He knows the utter relief he had felt finally just letting go and accepting the inevitable, and he thinks Shimada must have felt close to the same.

Jesse likes to think he isn’t trying his damndest to get into Hanzo’s good graces just so he can get his rocks off, but… he’s not that good of a man, unfortunately.

Hanzo can’t avoid him forever, and maybe he realizes that – or he thinks Jesse has enough decorum not to ever mention what has happened, but eventually he does relax enough to let himself get invited to a few beers… or sake, as it were.

They don’t talk much for the longest time, Hanzo watching whatever show is playing on Jesse’s holovid and Jesse surreptitiously glancing at him from the side-

and then he just has to say it because not doing so feels like it would just kill him.

“Can you piss on me?”

Hanzo’s head snaps around. It is very quiet despite some dumb show still running in the background.

Jesse can see the color slowly suffusing Hanzo’s previously very pale cheeks, and he wonders for a second if that is it; if Shimada will simply strangle him and be done with it.

“What.” Shimada finally snaps, the word bitten off and rough. He is holding a small, shallow dish out of which he has been drinking his sake, but it is empty at the moment, which is for the better since it first tilts precariously and then falls into his lap out of his slack fingers.

Jesse licks his dry lips, and, ignoring better judgement, repeats: “Can you piss on me?”

He twists closer towards Hanzo. “Or… or just piss on yourself again? I’m not… I don’t mind. It’s just…”

Shimada’s face is a dangerous shade of red now. He wants to get up, and Jesse, in an act of utter desperation, lunges forward.

They struggle with one another. Jesse knows he is stronger in brute power, but Shimada is a trained assassin. He could dislocate Jesse’s shoulder in a heart beat – but he doesn’t.

Some elbows fly, some knees jerk into tender places, but at the end of the day Jesse is sitting on Shimada’s hips and pins his thick wrists to the bed.

“Unhand me.” Hanzo’s voice shakes mildly. He looks deadly furious but they are both drunk and Jesse is horny.

“No, c’mon,” he whines. He grinds down and lets Hanzo feel his hard cock. This is wrong in all the ways, but he can’t make himself stop. “I mean it. Really. Fuck, Shimada… Hanzo. Don’t you… don’t you think it was hot? What happened back there? Didn’t you like it?”

“It was disgusting. I should not be surprised that you would have such… unnatural desires.”

Jesse can feel himself flush, hidden beneath his scruff. He wants to deny it, but Shimada is right, of course. Still, hearing his words only gets him… hotter.

He realizes, dully, that he might not necessarily be into the piss part and more the humiliation that comes with it. His cock feels hot and fat; like it is stuffed too full, and staring into Shimada’s angry, flushed face, he knows that he can feel it too, pressing into his crotch.

“Degenerate,” Hanzo hisses and Jesse exhales roughly. Grinds down again, eyes fluttering closed.

“Yeah. Yeah, maybe,” he gasps. His fingers squeeze down hard around Hanzo’s wrists, then he lets go. Hanzo does not move.

He’s somewhat predicted it, but seeing it gives him a hot rush of endorphins anyway.

“I don’t see you trying to get away, though. Methinks you’re just as disgusting a fuck as I am, Shimada.”

They stare at each other, neither eloquent enough to properly argue, and Jesse has to clap himself on the shoulder for his ingenious idea of doing this all drunk.

“You still think about it, too, don’t you?” he croons, voice gotten more gentle as he cups Shimada’s strong jaw, fingers rubbing at the fine, precisely cut lines of his beard.

Shimada looks like he wants to deny but Jesse keeps talking before he can.

“You hated it. I wasn’t really thrilled about it, either, but… it was kinda nice once it happened, wasn’t it? The relief… the warmth…”

The humiliation he wants to say but doesn’t. He’s not sure why Shimada is into it – despite his denial – and he doesn’t want to give away more than necessary right away.

Hanzo clenches his jaw tight and looks away. He does not confirm it – but he also doesn’t deny it and that is much more exciting to Jesse who keeps grinding down gently; rocking forward into Hanzo, willing his body to react.

One of his hands travels downwards, across Hanzo’s pecs – admittedly nice – and to his belly. He is staring at his face when he carefully presses down beneath his belly button. Shimada’s eyes open wide and he sucks in a sharp breath.

They stare at each other. Jesse keeps pushing – because he always has, his whole goddamn life – and Shimada… lets himself get pushed.

His lips are pressed together tightly like he’s sucked on a lemon but his hands are still nice and up at his head, and Jesse’s limbs are all conspicuously in tact and still attached to his body.

He rocks and presses in a slow rhythm like a cat kneading, fingertips digging into Shimada’s skin deeper and deeper, trying to massage against his bladder.

“Nobody will ever know,” Jesse croons. One of his hands is still at Hanzo’s jaw, his thumb dragging across his goatee in a soothing back-and-forth. “I sure as shit won’t tell ‘em. I’m as deep into this as you are. It’ll be our secret.”

He is panting. He hasn’t been this hot in a long time. Shimada’s mouth has become a bit softer; pink lips opening so he can breathe better as well.

Finally, he lifts his hips up against Jesse’s grinding. Jesse could fucking sob in elation.

Hanzo’s face takes on a weird expression. His voice is deeper when he whispers: “Press harder.”

Jesse is confused for a moment, then realizes he stopped kneading at Hanzo’s belly. He takes it up again; pushes his fingers in deep-

and Hanzo makes a soft, bitten-off sound.

Jesse knows that sound. Knows it. He’s been thinking about it for the past damn however-long it has taken them to get their shit together.

Hanzo’s cheeks are a dark, brick red but his eyes are not fully closed. He wants to see Jesse’s reaction when he finally realizes that this is happening; that Shimada is pissing his hakama just because Jesse asked him to. He can feel the heat spreading beneath his own crotch, the fluid soaking into his jeans.

Dimly he thinks that they shouldn’t have fucking done this here on his unmade bed, but he is too into the whole thing to stop it now.

He can wash his shit later. He can even replace the goddamn mattress if need be; as long as Shimada keeps pissing himself while looking like he’s going to break out into tears any second now.

Jesse whines, fucks down against him, one hand digging into Shimada’s belly, the other flying down to rub painfully hard at his dick through his pants.

Fuck yes.