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It pissed him off, honestly. It all started back when Roadhog ‘n him had been on the road in between heists. They weren’t on the run, per se, but they were trying to be all quiet like none-the-less. The sun was setting, the shadows just starting to creep out. Sometimes they’d travel through the night. Tonight though, tonight they’d take a rest.
“Oo-wee,” Junkrat exclaimed, flopping onto the ground ungracefully. “What a day, eh Hoggie?”
His larger companion grunted in response, looking vaguely uncomfortable as he shifted, walking over to a bush. Junkrat watched as he adjusted his belt, undoing the clasp and pulling his dick out, disinterested. Junk reddened slightly, going quiet and looking away. He could still hear though… hear the quiet, satisfied groan as the stream started.
It was all Hoggie’s fault, really. His fault that he’d let out that groan. Honestly, what sort of a bloke was supposed to not get flustered by that? He wanted to make Roadie feel that sort of satisfaction. He wanted to be the reason why he was letting out those stupid, hot little noises. Hog had pissed in his vicinity before, this wasn’t a first, but something about it just really riled him up this time. Maybe it had to do with the way he’d started imagining Roadhog choking him, or pinning him up against a wall after a heist, fire smoldering behind them… Maybe it had something to do with the way that he’d started staring at Roadhog’s lips a little too long and lingering a bit too much in a brief embrace.
That was besides the point, however. The point was, that it was Hoggie’s fault that, when he was alone and had some goddamn privacy for once, now he was thinking about that moment- that sound Hoggie had made as he relieved himself.
Looking around once more and opening his ears, Junkrat made sure that the lumbering man wasn’t around. He shouldn’t be for awhile, he’d gone off to try and find some grub. Satisfied with the quiet surroundings, Junkrat pulled his cock from his ripped, dirty trousers and spat on his palm carelessly before pulling at himself. He let out a long sigh, his cock already half hard from his musings about his companion, and grinned to himself. The fire stirred within, he just had to feed it a little and he’d find his release.
Closing his eyes, he visualized Roadhog before him. There was the clank of metal, he’d be undoing his belt, pulling out his cock… and then he’d make that sound and let go, shooting piss all down Junkrat’s chest, dripping onto the ground and over his thighs.
Junkrat shuddered, imagining how warm it’d feel, how Hoggie would look towering over him, using him as he relieved his body. Maybe after he’d finished, he’d let Junkrat have a taste of that cock. Junkrat wanted to feel as it went from soft to hard in his mouth.
What if Roadhog got hard just from pissing on him?
Ooh, now that was something new to think about. His cock flexing, his fingers stroking up and down, he envisioned a new scene. This time his arm and prosthetic had been bound together by rope, he was on his knees. Roadhog was in front of him again, aiming his cock at his chest and spurting hot piss onto him once more… only this time, he made more than just a little groan. He’d let out a long sigh, a growl almost, as he’d thread his big, manly fingers through Junkrat’s scraggly hair. He would tighten his grip and pull, not letting Junkrat get away, and even laugh as he shook the final drops from his dick.
Junkrat whimpered, tugging at his leaking cock faster, harder. God, he wanted it. With a muffled squeal and a whimper he came, white streaking across his hands and spattering on the ground. His eyes shot open at the sound of a twig snapping, and he froze, his chest heaving.
Fuck it all, Roadhog was sitting right there in front of him. Alright, well not right there, per se, but close enough that it nearly caused Junkrat to jump out of his skin.
“S-Shit, Roadie, wanna give a bloke a moment?” He stammered, wiping his hand shakily on his trousers and rushing to tuck his softening dick back in. He stood in a huff.
“Enjoy yourself?” Roadhog grumbled after a chuckle, looking amused as he tilted his head sideways.
“Before your sorry arse showed up, sure I did,” Junkrat breathed, willing his face to stop reddening by the moment. “H-How long you watchin’ me anyway, ya creep?”
“Mm,” Hog grunted, unbothered. “Minute maybe. Ain’t nothing I haven’t seen before, stop acting so bothered.”
“Bothered? M-Me?” Junkrat scoffed, gathering some twigs and sticks now, seeking to make a fire as the moon crept out from the horizon now. “How would you react if I just scared ya like that, eh?”
Roadhog shrugged and stood with effort, reaching back down to pick up the two rabbits he’d brought back.
Junkrat sighed softly. He wasn’t going to get an answer, he knew. Hell, he wondered if Hog would talk at all the rest of the night, or if he was gonna be all grunts and head shakes.
Though, maybe better they didn’t talk about it after all.