pullmeoutalive | Ramey

[ He laughs again, the sound bright and amused. ]

Whatever I'm doin', it seems to have worked for you.

[U g h.]

I don't like you when you are smug.

[But he seems to have given up hope of coming back around, with the way he leans into McCree again.]

Maybe we oughta pick this conversation back up when you ain't likely to fall right over.

[ Because he would very much like to pick this conversation back up, with or without the teasing, but definitely without the impaired judgement. He loops his arms around Genji's shoulders and starts guiding him back inside. ]

[He's not impaired enough to miss the implications of that. He's quiet as he walks with McCree, taking in the easy contact, before he manages to find his tongue.]

You're... actually interested?

[ If not for the fact that Genji was still walking, he'd have thought the ninja fell asleep with how quiet he got. Or maybe that's normal. Ninjas, man.

That was not a question he expected. He thought he was being fairly obvious about it, but maybe not. ]

'Course I am.

[It has less to do with McCree and more to do with Genji. Case in point:]

You haven't even seen my face.

[ To be honest, it's sometimes hard not to think of the visor as Genji's face. The fact that Genji would have hangups about what was underneath it hadn't even occurred to him. ]

You're a good guy, Genji. [ Genji, not "Shimada", not "kid" or any one of a dozen other stupid nicknames. ] We get along in a way that I sure as hell never expected. You can give a ribbin' just as good as ya get, and you make me laugh. I wasn't aware I needed more than that.

[The easy way McCree says all of it gets to Genji more than he expected. It drives him quiet once more as he presses himself further into McCree's side, touched by the casual honesty.]

... we will talk later, then. When I'm sober. [Softer:] Thank you... Jesse.

[ McCree holds him close, and finds that he likes the contact. Genji is warm, not all cold, lifeless metal.

He smiles, something fond in his expression. ]

All I did was bring ya a ladder.

[The reminder gets a laugh out of him, a lighter sound than his usual ones.]

Well, I would have been stranded on the roof all night if you hadn't.

At least it ain't rainin'.

[ It's actually a rather nice night, but by this point they're probably back indoors, well on their way to wherever Genji is bunking. ]

That would have been awful. My rescue, delayed by rain.

[Is he grateful for the save? Yes. Will it stop him from teasing? Absolutely not.]

[ As though he expected anything differently. ]

You know me 'n rain don't always get along.

[ And here we are, the room of one Genji Shimada. ] You gonna let go or am I goin' in there with you?

[Tempting though the latter choice may be at the moment, Genji has the sense to peel himself from McCree's side, if with some reluctance.]

Not tonight. [A pause, before:] But we shall see about the future.

[He slides into the room, but not without stopping to say,] Good night, McCree. I shall see you tomorrow.

Don't go gettin' my hopes up, Shimada.

[ He takes a step back from the door, tipping his hat at Genji. ] Sleep tight.

Also, drink some water or you're gonna hate everything in the mornin'.

[Genji wakes the next day and pieces the memories of the night together as he goes through his daily morning routine. Needless to say, he is rather embarrassed by his behavior last night, but less so than he would have been if McCree hadn't expressed mutual interest. Meditation is somewhat more difficult than usual as Genji keeps turning the conversation over in his mind.

More of his day is taken up by training and making checks around the base, but soon enough he's seeking McCree out. Once he locates the gunman he makes a direct line toward him, forcing his steps to make noise so he doesn't take McCree by surprise. Genji would be lying if he said he didn't feel some flutters of nervousness over what comes next.]

Are you free to talk?

[Might as well get straight to the point. Anything less would be dancing around the issue at this point.]

[ There’s a part of him that expects Genji to seek him out immediately, and he surprises himself when he finds he’s a little disappointed when that doesn’t happen. Maybe he was right in thinking that Genji would be mortified by his behavior the night before, which is the only reason that McCree doesn’t go looking for the ninja on his own.

That, and actively looking for a ninja is not likely to yield results. Ninjas.

When Genji finally appears and doesn’t seem to shy away at the mere sight of him, it lifts some of the tension that’s been gathering in his shoulders all morning. ]

You don’t waste a second, do ya? I’m free.

I may have wasted some time.

[With that confession out of the way, Genji settles himself near McCree, lacing his fingers together as he considers how to start.]

I would... I would like to try being with you. But.

[That is a hell of a cliffhanger to leave off on and Genji realizes, quick to continue, hands reaching for his faceplate. There's a soft hiss of seals releasing as he speaks.]

I would not feel right initiating something like this without you... without you even knowing what my face looks like.

[He keeps his head turned away from McCree until he's set aside the faceplate and the piece that covers his nose and mouth beneath. A breath to steady himself, and then he looks at McCree without the protection of cover.

Dark eyes, uncertain, and heavy scarring across his skin. Remnants of the attack he barely survived.]

[ Genji really doesn’t waste a second. Given the ninja’s apparent issues with his appearance, he expected them to dance around this one for a bit. That he just up and takes the faceplate off is a surprise, though not an unwelcome one. He’d heard stories, of course, rumors that started flying around when Genji was under Doc Ziegler’s care about the state he was in. How much work the doc had to put in to put him back together. McCree would admit that he had been curious, but only idly so. Even that stopped after a while as they got to know each other. Genji was just Genji, and the mask and the metal and the little glowy bits were a part of that.

He doesn’t recognize the feeling coiling in his gut as anxiousness until Genji looks at him. He’d been bracing himself, keeping his expression carefully neutral out of fear of scaring the ninja away. Genji is scarred, yes, and for a second it strikes him just how much he must have been through, but McCree finds his gaze drawn to Genji’s eyes, dark and lovely and full of uncertainty.

His expression gentles and the corners of his mouth curve upward in a small smile. ]

You never mentioned you were hidin’ such pretty eyes under that visor all this time.

[He'd been building up the nerve to do this all day. He and McCree had known each other long enough that it felt wrong to take a step like this without at least showing him this much, no matter how nervewracking it was. He manages to keep his attention on McCree, but his hands are curled tight in his lap in a way that would have turned his knuckles white, were they still flesh and blood and bone.

It's obvious that whatever Genji had been expecting out of McCree, it wasn't that. His eyes widen before darting away from McCree's, face flushing. One of his hands twitches toward his face but hangs midway. It's odd, having his embarrassment being so easy to see, only serves to fluster him further knowing that McCree is witness to every reaction.]

Flatterer. [Genji's voice is softer, shyer, but his eyes find McCree's again. His mouth twitches at the corners before solidifying into a tiny smile of his own.]

[ He watches Genji’s expression run through a gamut of emotions- most of them somehow embarrassed, and McCree guesses it must be odd to be laid bare like this after hiding behind that mask for so long- before settling into that small little smile. It’s a nice smile, he thinks, and he’d really like to see more of it. ]

Ain’t flattery if it’s true, is it?

[ The smile on his own face shifts into something more like a smirk, though far more subdued than his usual. Now that he can see Genji’s face, his first impulse is to lean in for a kiss, but he’s not so stupid as to forget that this wasn’t something Genji did lightly. He wants to make sure he doesn’t do anything the other man wouldn’t want him to. He is a gentleman, after all.

He lifts the brim of his ever-present hat with a finger, and says, ] I reckon I oughta make good on that kiss I promised. If that’s all right with you.

[Genji can't help a laugh at the comment about flattery, even as the mention of the kiss has the color of his face deepening. He reaches out, risks taking one of McCree's hands with his own, lacing his fingers between the gunman's. Lets the contact ground him. His eyes stay on McCree's, and as he settles, Genji's smile steadies and grows from its smaller, more tentative state.]

Yes. I would like that.

[For longer than he'd care to admit, but then again, he supposes he tipped his hand about that last night. Not that he can bring himself to feel too much regret about it.]

[ God, this is cute. Genji is cute.

And maybe this was a long time coming. Since the team- such as it was- came back together, the familiar faces were surprisingly few in number, so maybe they just gravitated toward one another. The years had changed them both, true, but they seemed to get along better now. They just… clicked, and he was glad for it.

Now that he has permission, he brings his free hand up under Genji’s chin to tilt his head up a little. ]

I was hopin’ you’d say that.

[ With that, he brings their lips together. It’s a soft, chaste little kiss, but he lets it linger for a moment before pulling away. ]

[The touch of fingers against his chin prompts Genji to close his eyes, still smiling against McCree's mouth as they kiss.

Then McCree pulls back, and Genji watches him for a second before:]

That was a kiss? I thought a bird pecked me.

[With that tease out of the way, Genji reaches up and curls his free hand over the back of McCree's neck, leaning up to chase his mouth for another kiss. He keeps it as chaste as the first kiss, but he lets it linger longer, lets himself enjoy the press of McCree's lips against his own.

He pulls away once he's had his fill, fingers sliding into McCree's hair.]

There.

[Genji's smile has disappeared in favor of a grin, bright and pleased.]

[ He's letting Genji set the pace on this one, so he lets the jab slide without comment. Besides, kissing is a much better use of his mouth anyway.

Once they part, he grins in return, enjoying the feeling of Genji's fingers in his hair. ]

I could get used t'seein' that look on your face.

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