This story is the continuation of Behind closed doors so if you haven't read that one I suggest to start there. This novel is more storydriven than BCD and also involves more focus on the other characters in the Overwatch family.
The story picks up...
Jesse snorted as he pulled Hanzo sitting up in the bed.
"Slept well?"
Hanzo grunted as he tried to get his eyes to open.
"How early is it?" he asked in a growly voice.
"4!" Jesse happily exclaimed.
The cowboy rested his chin against the Shimada's shoulder.
"In the morning?" Hanzo asked confused, eyes still refusing to open.
Jesse snorted again.
"As if you would sleep until 4 in the afternoon," he lovingly said. "We are leaving today! We should hit the shower before we do."
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"Excited?" Hanzo asked.
"Very," Jesse replied with a satisfied sigh. "I have missed home."
One of Hanzo's eyes slowly opened. As his vision cleared, he saw himself in the mirror.
A loud screech was heard and the Shimada was immediately out of bed, wide awake, pulling on his hair while looking in the mirror.
"My hair!" he let out distraught.
Jesse put everything he had into not laughing. The usually silky strands were now more resembling Jesse's hair after a few weeks out on the prairie. Matted and rough.
The Shimada's breaths were short and uneven as he frantically tried to run his fingers through the strands to sort them out.
Jesse was impressed how fast he moved without his legs, it was as if he had been without them his entire life.
The cowboy stretched and yawned.
"I will go and borrow some conditioner from Ingrid," he said. "It will help... I have heard."
Hanzo did not reply. He was completely consumed by what he was doing.
Jesse headed out and soon returned. He scooped Hanzo up in his arms and carried the distraught Shimada heir to the shower.
"Better now?" he asked with a kind smile once they were done.
Hanzo was sitting at the bed, combing his now smooth hair with great care.
The Shimada nodded.
Jesse was getting dressed in the meantime. Pants and boots on, then some cologne. He offered the bottle to Hanzo who looked at it and then up at Jesse.
Jesse could see the struggle in his lover's eyes and despite his best efforts, a smirk formed on his lips.
Hanzo sighed, looked down and then grabbed the bottle from Jesse's hands. A few quick dabs and then the bottle returned to Jesse.
