Organizations like Overwatch, like Blackwatch, took and took until there was nothing left to give. He had seen it with Ana, with Genji, then with Reyes. Jesse had left before it could take him too, but in the end, he had still lost everything. Now, he was back, and so was Genji.
Except Genji had changed.
Jesse had not expected the recall to gather so many people he thought he had lost for good. Least of all, Genji Shimada. The ninja had left on a search for inner peace, acceptance of his body and who he had become. The last place he should have wanted to be was at the Overwatch base, the place that had turned him into a cyborg on an ultimatum of life or death.
Jesse remembered nights where he had stared into the dark holding onto a sobbing Genji, the ninja asking him why they had done this to him, wishing more than anything that he had just said no and died. That anything was better than this, the pain, the way he tore himself up inside as they ripped him apart on the outside.
Jesse could do nothing but squeeze him a little tighter with an “I know, baby, I know.” Agreeing was better than lying, better than telling him he would be okay when he knew it would only really get worse. Organizations like Overwatch, like Blackwatch, took and took until there was nothing left to give. He had seen it with Ana, with Genji, then with Reyes. Jesse had left before it could take him too, but in the end, he had still lost everything.
Now, he was back, and so was Genji.
Except Genji had changed.
He had found the peace he was looking for, the contentment with himself that Jesse had always hoped he could. He smiled and chatted amiably with everyone who had answered the call, showed his scarred, beautiful face proudly, walked with his back straight and shoulders squared. A different man than the one Jesse had met in Blackwatch. The anger, the self-hatred, the fear, the disconnect, all worked away with the teachings of his master in Nepal.
Jesse had listened to the stories raptly, relearning the man he thought he had once known better than himself, only to find he had never really known Genji. Or rather, Genji as he should have been. There were bits and pieces of him in Blackwatch, but now, Jesse was seeing the him whole for the first time. And god, was it beautiful. Genji was beautiful in every way.
He had been wary of it at first, afraid that since he had not changed much, since he had not gotten better like Genji had, he would no longer be what the ninja wanted. Those fears were wiped away when Genji had kissed him like he used to on the balcony one night, when he held him in bed and made love to him like he used to, when he said he still wanted to be with him, to share the chance they had with one another that had been stolen away before.
Things were different, but the love in Jesse’s heart was still the same. Only for Genji, always for Genji.
Waking up next to him had become a hesitantly accepted constant in Jesse’s life—something he hoped would last, something he never wanted to end. Mornings like these were what made Jesse think all the waiting, the pain, the misery life had fucked him over with worth it. When he could open his eyes and see sunlight splashed gently over Genji’s still sleeping face, slack and at peace, body relaxed. Jesse smiled, stretching as much as he could without disturbing the ninja with his limbs slung haphazardly over him.
He reached up and traced over the scars lightly, brushing over the high points of his lover’s face, trailing his fingertips along where the synth skin and metal along his jaw met flesh. Everything about him warm and comforting. Genji twitched and shifted with a soft sound, curling up more against Jesse, breathing deep.
“Mornin’, gorgeous,” Jesse murmured, hand sliding into his hair, petting through the soft greying spikes. Genji huffed and mumbled something that definitely was not English against his chest, Jesse raising a brow.
“What’s that, hon?”
“Five more minutes...”
“We ain’t got anywhere to be, you can sleep as long as you want.”
“That is something I have not heard in a while,” Genji sighed, rolling onto his back and scrunching up his face against the sun.
“What time is it?”
Jesse lifted his head to check the clock on the bedside table, then flopped back into the pillows.
“Late enough that we probably missed breakfast.”
“Damn.”
“‘S okay. I’ll make whatever you want.”
“I want you,” Genji whispered sleepily, nuzzling up against Jesse’s chin, hand sneaking out of the blankets to cup his cheek. The cowboy chuckled, pressing a kiss to his forehead, then another to his wrist.
“That can be arranged.”
“Mm.”
Genji tilted his head back easily as Jesse pressed closer, kissing along his jaw and throat. Not too far, not too much. Just little laving kisses with the occasional nip as his hand slid down Genji’s stomach under the blankets. He pawed over Genji’s boxers until the ninja sighed softly and spread his legs a little more, eyes still closed as he leaned into Jesse.
A final kiss was placed onto Genji’s nose, getting a giggle that ended in a gasp as Jesse slipped two fingers into him. The ninja hummed, brows furrowing as Jesse curled and pumped his fingers, working over Genji’s clit every now and then. Jesse took his time, rubbed and kissed Genji until he felt him clench down on his hand, a harsh exhale leaving him as his face relaxed again.
“I love you, darlin’. I love gettin’ to wake up next to you every mornin’, it’s like a dream come true,” Jesse murmured against his temple, Genji humming again. He sat up on his elbow, leaning over the cowboy and kissing him softly.
And another one, Mcgenji with the prompt from spicedrobot’s list. Rough sex, along with spanking, light choking, and dom/sub.
You can read it here on Ao3.
Genji leaned back with a raised brow, Jesse trying not to look as flustered as he felt.
“You want it rough?” He repeated, Jesse biting his lip and nodding.
“Yeah, it’s what I want...Please,” Jesse nodded, Genji grinning and sliding his hand up to grip at his hair.
Genji leaned back with a raised brow, Jesse trying not to look as flustered as he felt.
“You want it rough?” He repeated, Jesse biting his lip and nodding.
“And we can always stop if you’re not into that or you don’t like it—“
“Jesse, I am and always have been very much into it. I just want to make sure that’s what you really want and are comfortable with first,” Genji clarified, running his palm up and down the cowboy’s chest.
“Yeah, it’s what I want...Please,” Jesse nodded, Genji grinning and sliding his hand up to grip at his hair.
“You use the safeword if it gets to be too much or anything, okay?”
“Mhm.”
Genji’s grin then turned lecherous, and he tugged on Jesse’s hair sharply, clambering over him as he was pushed back against the pillows. The cowboy stared up at Genji as he braced himself, hands on either side of his head, hips rolling down onto his. Then, his head was tugged to the side again, Genji’s face dipping to his neck, sucking and biting marks into it. Jesse groaned, the hand in his hair disappearing and sliding down his body instead.
Genji rolled and pinched his nipples, mouth following after his hands, leaving pleasant throbbing in their wake. He grabbed Jesse’s hips, holding them still as he kissed down his stomach, over his thighs. Pointedly avoiding his aching cock. Jesse whimpered as Genji’s lips graced over it as he slid up his body once again, humming when he sat up and tapped his chin thoughtfully.
“Here, let me grab some stuff real quick,” Genji chimed, hopping off the bed and running to the closet. Jesse bit his lip, the bites that had been placed over his neck and chest still burning. Genji came back with an all too excited grin, belt wrapped around one hand and the other hidden behind his back.
“Roll over and put your hands over your head,” He demanded, Jesse blinking before scrambling to do as he was told. The cowboy glanced back at his lover right as he got a smack to the ass, Genji squeezing the spot right after and sitting on his lower back. It got his cock to twitch, a moan muffled against the pillow.
“You like getting spanked?” Genji asked with a laugh, yanking Jesse’s head up by his hair.
“Y-yeah...”
Genji did it again, Jesse yelping as he was pulled back further.
“What’s that?”
“Yes, sir,” Jesse whimpered, Genji kissing his cheek and letting him go unceremoniously.
“That’s what I thought. Hands up, now.”
Jesse felt the leather strap around his wrists, Genji tightening the belt and pinning the cowboy’s hands above him.
“If you earn it, I’ll spank you with this when I’m done fucking you. You want that?”
“Yes, sir, I do,” Jesse nodded vigorously. Genji grinned, then grabbed his shoulder and manhandled him into the pillows with his ass up.
“You wait there while I get this thing on. You’ll like this. No peeking, though! I’ll leave you on edge for the rest of the day if you do,” Genji threatened, Jesse closing his eyes for good measure. He was dripping in anticipation by the time Genji crawled back onto the bed, fingers pushing into him without warning. Jesse cursed softly as the ninja pumped them a few times, stretching him just enough.
“Tell me if it’s too much or you need more prep, okay?” Genji murmured by his ear, breaking character for a moment as his voice softened, hands curling around his chest.
“Mkay...” Jesse whispered, brows furrowing as he felt something press against him. Genji straightened and rolled his hips, the cowboy moaning as he was penetrated slowly. It was big, whatever it was, thick too. And it just kept going.
Genji then snapped his hips forward, Jesse crying out as he bottomed out, not waiting more than a second before he pulled out and did it again. He kept a fast pace, hand curling around Jesse’s throat and holding there. Squeezing just a bit until Jesse moaned and begged for more past the gasps.
The cowboy’s eyes rolled back when his air was cut off, Genji grabbing him and pulling back, forcing him to look up. Slamming into him at a brutal pace, Jesse gazing up at him through watering eyes. Genji dragged him into a kiss, letting go of his hip to drape over his back, pressing in and holding.
He slowly let go of Jesse’s throat, murmuring against his shoulder to breathe, petting over his chest as he kissed his nape. Jesse panted, straining to push back against Genji, hands balled into fists.
“Gen, please, baby please...Fuck, just—“
“Shh, shh. I know. But I’ve got something I want to do that you’ll like more anyways,” Genji assured, Jesse groaning as he pulled out all too slowly. The cowboy watched him from under his arm as Genji stepped out of the strap-on, eyeing the size of the dildo strapped to it. Genji glanced at him, grinning when he saw what Jesse had been looking at.
“You took it well, I’m impressed. Did you like it?”
“A lot, yeah.”
“Good. I wanna see you choke on it later.”
Jesse flushed at that, almost embarrassed at how much it turned him on. But he knew Genji loved it too.
Said man hopped back onto the bed, rolling Jesse over before slinging his leg over his shoulder, sitting up on his knees over the cowboy’s face. The sight of Genji’s dripping cunt alone was enough to make Jesse drool, eyes falling shut as he lowered himself onto his mouth. Genji sighed, curling his hand in Jesse’s hair, rolling his hips against his tongue for a few moments.
Then, he leaned forward and took Jesse’s cock in hand, pumping the shaft and letting his tongue lave over the head. Jesse, for his part, felt like he was in heaven. And that was before Genji deep throated him like it was nothing. Jesse cursed, back arching as he came suddenly, Genji making a little noise of surprise before slipping off with an obscene sound. He turned to glance at Jesse from over his shoulder, the cowboy blinking the stars from his vision.
“S-sorry—“
Genji interrupted him with a giggle, turning and standing.
“Alright, then. If that’s how you want it to be...” He sing-songed, sliding the strap-on back on and snapping, pointing at his feet.
“Get over here.”
Jesse scrambled to stand and shuffle over to Genji, sinking to his knees. Genji grabbed a fistful of his hair with one hand, prying open his mouth with the other. Guided the cock to his lips, Jesse taking it dutifully.
“Think you’ll be ready to cum again when I’m done using you here?”
Jesse moaned, bobbing his head and trying to sink down further. His eyes started to water as Genji forced it further down his throat, grip in his hair tightening.
“You like that? You like choking on my cock, huh?” He grit out, biting his lip with a devilish grin, fucking against Jesse’s face slowly at first, then faster with each thrust of his hips. Drool mixed with the tears dripping from Jesse’s chin, doing his best to please Genji.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous like this...Look at me, Jess,” Genji demanded, rubbing his thumb beneath Jesse’s chin. The cowboy muffled his moan as he glanced up at his lover, unable to breathe as Genji cursed and buried himself to the hilt.
Tipped his head back and rolled his hips, the muscles in his abdomen twitching. He pulled out, Jesse gasping and coughing, Genji kneeling to take his face in his hands.
“Hey, you okay?”
Jesse looked up at him with a dazed smile, eyes unfocused with bliss.
“Never been better, darlin’,” He whispered, voice rough. Genji gave him a kiss, then took the belt from his wrists and folded it, slapping it against his palm.
“Alright. Get back on the bed, then. You count the times I spank you until I think you understand not to cum too early again.”
Jesse nodded and crawled back into bed, presenting himself far too eagerly. Why he had not asked for this sooner, he did not know. But as the first slap of leather against his ass filled his ears with a whimpered “one”, Jesse knew he would definitely be asking for it again.
