Stay Frosty, Cowboy

   McCree set a cautious foot on the lime green lawn before him, tipping up his hat ever-so-slightly so he could get a better view of the sexy beast before him. There he stood on the wooden deck in front of the humble suburban home, clothed in casual military attire. He had to have at least 20 years on McCree. Jesse’s medium length brown locks gave his youth away, but Soldier’s short grey tufts of hair were a clear depiction of his ripening old age. 

    “Young punk, get off my lawn,” Soldier grumbled. It was his weak attempt at being intimidating. Nobody could be intimidated by him, not when he was out of his battle gear, and in cozy clothing. His broad shoulders couldn’t be hidden by the thin long-sleeved shirt he wore; McCree wanted his muscular physique to crush against his, with the heat between them growing as their bodies melted into one. He could hardly hold back his desires. Taming the beast inside him was one thing, but taming the beast in his pants was another whole mission entirely.

    “Howdy,” McCree spoke confidently, taking easy strides towards the handsome man that dared look at him with such fierce eyes. He felt the denim press against his crotch; his lust was evident, now. “And how are you doin’ on this mighty fine day, Jack?”

    “That’s Sir to you,” Soldier warned. 

    “Acknowledged.” McCree smirked, his boots clacking against the wooden steps as he came face-to-face with the old man before him. He could feel Soldier’s hot breath against cheeks. It pushed him over the edge. “I’ll call you whatever you’d like…” McCree hummed, staring deep into his eyes.

    The man who thought he could keep his cool under any situation had immediately lost all sense of rationality because of some wild cowboy. Soldier put his hand on McCree’s back, and leaned close, pressing his lips against McCree’s ear. “I’m not your father…” he whispered, “...but you can call me daddy.”

    McCree roughly pushed Soldier against the door, kissing him with fiery passion. He parted from his sweet lips for only a moment. “Buckle up, Daddy,” he said. “This gunslinger’s loaded.”

    What happened next was wild. It was like two carnivorous beasts territorially attacking each other… sexually. Soldier and McCree’s mouths became intertwined with each other, they barely even broke apart to breathe; within two minutes, all of their clothes were scattered in Soldier’s living room. McCree frantically kissed every inch of Soldier’s hot skin, while Soldier ran his hands down McCree’s hairy chest. Warm sensations flooded through their body until the room became hot like an oven. 

    “Mmm… Jack… You aren’t good, you aren’t bad, but you sure as hell ain’t ugly,” McCree groaned as he admired Soldier’s defined body. He, himself, happened to be rather in shape. In fact, he was ten times more buff than Soldier ever could be, but the old man’s body certainly wasn’t something to pass by.

    “I’ve still got it,” Soldier chuckled. “But I’m not getting any younger.”

    “Then spend all that time you’ve got left with me,” McCree hummed. He stared down at Soldier’s length; it was massive, still not as great as his, but pretty darn good. “I’m feeling an allmighty thirst…”

McCree eased himself down onto Soldier’s massive cock. “Ohh… That’ll do fiiine…” He groaned. It was a lot to take in at first, but he could manage. He thrusted wildly, like a cowboy riding a horse. “I feel like a man possessed!” He moaned. 

Obviously, he had been with many other men before. He fucked Hanzo on a biweekly basis, and he even took a go at Reaper once - he didn’t much take to it. Nothing could compare to what he felt now. He felt like a new man. He felt unstoppable. “I’m staking my claim on your objective, Jack.”

    Soldier chuckled through heavy breaths. “You’re the boss.”

After a while, McCree couldn’t take it anymore. You can only ride one horse for so long before you need to hop off the saddle and take a break. He collapsed against Soldier’s chest, gasping for air. “Someone call the undertaker,” he breathed.
“Need me to take over?” Soldier inquired.

    McCree was delighted. “You got it, Jack. I’m not done yet. It ain’t my time.”

    Soldier flipped McCree over, positioning himself at his entrance. As he stared down at McCree’s back, heaving from exhaustion, he felt himself harden again; there was nothing sexier than a man weak and under his control. He had McCree in the palm of his hands. “Testicle visor activated.”

    Jesse McCree, in all the years of his life, had never felt so full. Riding Soldier was one thing, but being completely dominated by him was another entirely. “Mmm, that’ll get it done…” 

    As the two of them banged harder than McCree’s gun, something grew between them other than the immense heat from the friction of their bodies. It was love. Genuine and pure, like the kind you see in the movies. They had thought it would be a one night stand, but they were wrong; in that moment, they were one. They were inseparable. 

    They laid together in the bed, arms wrapped around each other. “I can do this with my eyes closed,” Soldier bragged.

    “What?”

    He pecked McCree’s lips. “Fall in love with you.”

    In response, the cowboy chuckled. “I’m your huckleberry… Daddy.”