[ jesse already knew where this had to go. the layers of clothing hung heavy off his frame, dripping on the floor. it wasn't great for the leather, but the chill and the damp weren't much better for the body.
... but not half as bad as rough hands yanking on his belt buckle.
fuck. he was not even close to sober enough for this right now.
he sputtered for a second, sluggishly batting at genji's hands with less than stellar precision. the towel dropped to the floor, the cowboy too concerned with preserving his non-existent dignity. ]
H-Hey!
[ he should have said he could do it himself, as he'd managed every other drunken evening. or so he told himself. it'd be a lie to say he always succeeded, and didn't just pass out half-dressed. ]
[Genji huffs out a breath and relents, he can feel the anger boiling up in him and realizes he's not even sure why he's so mad. McCree is drunk most mornings and hungover the rest. This isn't any different. Why does he care?
Taking a deep breath he turns and leaves the bathroom. McCree can get undressed and dry off in peace. Genji is going to kneel in the small patch of sun from the window and meditate. He pulls his helmet off so he can feel the warmth on his face, his body perfectly contained within the square of sunlight shining through, like a cat.
He is fine. This is fine. There's no need to be angry.
[ whatever small spark of relief he felt as genji left didn't last. jesse was still sopping wet and without a change of clothes, and the ninja was still at least partly right -- one way or another, he needed to strip.
after he tossed his clothing in a heap, which was obviously optimal for drying, he turned his attention to the towel. it was typical hotel fare, half the size of what it should have been and a tight fit at the hips. between the lack of fabric and clumsy, drunken fingers, he ended up holding it in place more than anything, and still left a decent triangle of thigh exposed.
whatever. he'd worry about modesty later, when he hadn't just been hosed down.
he spared a glance in genji's direction as he shuffled out of the bathroom, instead making his way to the only bed in the room. ]
Don't suppose you thought to pick up some clothes.
[He's only slightly calmer by the time Jesse enters the room, meditation only goes so far, and sometimes it can make things worse by hyperfocusing on the thing that's most annoying. McCree is behind him, and Genji is facing the wall, but he stiffens up, not turning around because he can almost hear that the man is naked. There's something in the air, the nearly imperceptible sound of wet thighs rubbing together, a towel that somehow Genji absolutely knows is doing nothing to cover him up.
There's a big difference between knowing that he'd be naked, because of course he would be after the drenching he'd got, but now there's the actuality of it and Genji has to take a deep breath before replying, eyes closed very tight as if somehow he'd accidentally see something.]
I did not know I would be in this situation where I would need to supply everything for you.
[ the bed was looking comfortable. then again, a sheet on the floor would have looked comfortable by this point. jesse was drunk, tired, cold, and thoroughly regretting having texted anyone in the first place.
he dropped on the thin mattress, laying face down in the scratchy pillow. the towel still managed to mostly cover, and he'd worry about the blankets later; it probably would have helped with the cold part, but that was more effort than he cared to expend right then.
of course, he didn't have clothes. he grunted his response, which would have been something impolite anyway. ]
[The bed creaked and rusty springs made an angry protest as McCree flopped onto it. From his place on the floor Genji groaned. He couldn't stay there kneeling in the sun forever, and the sun had already moved a few inches to the right. Unless he wanted to slowly move with the sun to stay toasty warm, he'd need to get up and perhaps deal with the situation he'd gotten himself into.
Very, very slowly he got to his feet and turned around, expecting to see Jesse naked and spread eagle on the bed. Fortunately he was wearing a towel and face down. That was a little more tact than Genji had expected.]
You are on all the blankets. Here.
[He tugged at the threadbare comforter that smelled decently clean but had obviously seen better days. Almost against his will his eyes trailed up Jesse's legs, the towel doing nothing to cover up the curve of his backside. He found himself staring at how the damp tendrils of his hair clung to his neck before he realized that he was still standing awkwardly holding the blanket mid-air and not moving. Frantically forcing himself into action he pulled the blankets up over the drunken cowboy, hiding everything else from his sight.]
You said you have already eaten? Then you simply need sleep.
[His mission was pretty much accomplished here, he'd gotten Jesse into a safe area, he was, well not clean but rinsed, and he had a place to sleep. Did Genji even need to stay anymore? He should leave. Judging from the weird feeling in his stomach he should absolutely leave right now.]
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... but not half as bad as rough hands yanking on his belt buckle.
fuck. he was not even close to sober enough for this right now.
he sputtered for a second, sluggishly batting at genji's hands with less than stellar precision. the towel dropped to the floor, the cowboy too concerned with preserving his non-existent dignity. ]
H-Hey!
[ he should have said he could do it himself, as he'd managed every other drunken evening. or so he told himself. it'd be a lie to say he always succeeded, and didn't just pass out half-dressed. ]
Jesus, Genji-
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Taking a deep breath he turns and leaves the bathroom. McCree can get undressed and dry off in peace. Genji is going to kneel in the small patch of sun from the window and meditate. He pulls his helmet off so he can feel the warmth on his face, his body perfectly contained within the square of sunlight shining through, like a cat.
He is fine. This is fine. There's no need to be angry.
Tranquility.]
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after he tossed his clothing in a heap, which was obviously optimal for drying, he turned his attention to the towel. it was typical hotel fare, half the size of what it should have been and a tight fit at the hips. between the lack of fabric and clumsy, drunken fingers, he ended up holding it in place more than anything, and still left a decent triangle of thigh exposed.
whatever. he'd worry about modesty later, when he hadn't just been hosed down.
he spared a glance in genji's direction as he shuffled out of the bathroom, instead making his way to the only bed in the room. ]
Don't suppose you thought to pick up some clothes.
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There's a big difference between knowing that he'd be naked, because of course he would be after the drenching he'd got, but now there's the actuality of it and Genji has to take a deep breath before replying, eyes closed very tight as if somehow he'd accidentally see something.]
I did not know I would be in this situation where I would need to supply everything for you.
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he dropped on the thin mattress, laying face down in the scratchy pillow. the towel still managed to mostly cover, and he'd worry about the blankets later; it probably would have helped with the cold part, but that was more effort than he cared to expend right then.
of course, he didn't have clothes. he grunted his response, which would have been something impolite anyway. ]
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Very, very slowly he got to his feet and turned around, expecting to see Jesse naked and spread eagle on the bed. Fortunately he was wearing a towel and face down. That was a little more tact than Genji had expected.]
You are on all the blankets. Here.
[He tugged at the threadbare comforter that smelled decently clean but had obviously seen better days. Almost against his will his eyes trailed up Jesse's legs, the towel doing nothing to cover up the curve of his backside. He found himself staring at how the damp tendrils of his hair clung to his neck before he realized that he was still standing awkwardly holding the blanket mid-air and not moving. Frantically forcing himself into action he pulled the blankets up over the drunken cowboy, hiding everything else from his sight.]
You said you have already eaten? Then you simply need sleep.
[His mission was pretty much accomplished here, he'd gotten Jesse into a safe area, he was, well not clean but rinsed, and he had a place to sleep. Did Genji even need to stay anymore? He should leave. Judging from the weird feeling in his stomach he should absolutely leave right now.]
I will leave you to it.