A (Gay Reader's) Fling With Roadhog

The Outback

(This isn't the strictest reader x character fanfic- I've opted to use first-person pronouns)
An endless expanse of rust-coloured sand stretched into the horizon; dotted with ramshackle settlements that comprised nothing more than the most crude suggestion of civilisation. I couldn't tell you why, but something drew me to the Australian Outback. As derelict as it was, it was this decay and this emptiness that lent it an enormity and grandeur- the harshness of the environment carrying with it an almost ascetic kind of beauty. Content with my surroundings, I quickly turned my vehicle's engine off and pulled out my camera. As advanced as cameras had gotten, I had a soft spot for the polaroids of the- what was it, 1990s? 1980s? I forgot, but they had a rugged, authentic charm to it- perfect for capturing the blunt authenticity of my expedition. I held the camera's lens to my environment and surveyed the horizon- where my eyes immediately focused upon a large, armoured motorcycle headed in my direction. My brow furrowed at the sight of it- this area of the outback was safe- or so I was told. Regardless of my surroundings' supposed safety, the vehicle continued its charge towards me. As soon as I had put my camera down, the colossal motorcycle's engine stopped with a sputter before me- kicking up dirt in its wake.

As a large silhouette fumbled around in the cloud of dust before me, I felt beset by a strange sensation. As threatened as I likely was by this potential assailant- this bandit, murderer or rapist, I felt no desire to move- I simply calmly exited my bunker of a vehicle- contentedly standing by and awaiting whatever this stranger had in store for me. As the dust subsided, my eyes widened- a silver-haired, hulking man was getting off of the motorcycle, breathing heavily. I focused and re-focused upon him several times- questioning whether I had really come across the infamous Roadhog.
"We don't get many tourists around here." , he stated in a questioning manner.
I hesitated for a moment; feeling somewhat imposed upon by him.
"Well, I'm not a regular tourist."
Through his mask, I sensed a perturbed expression in response to my statement.
"Then what are you?"
"Someone who appreciates the Outback."
Roadhog paused, and then sniggered slightly at me.
"You look like you're appreciating me, as well."
I blushed at how precisely he had pinpointed my behaviour- now aware of how my eyes had been unconsciously drifting between his bare chest, belly and the sizeable bulge between his legs.
I nervously giggled alongside his sniggering. "Heh, well...To be honest, it has gotten lonely out here", I anxiously conceded. As I focused upon Roadhog again, I noticed that his bulge now stretched out against his pants- almost peeking out above his belt.
"Indeed it has. My...Partner-in-crime's been away for quite a while", Roadhog gruffly replied to me. Before I had noticed, he began running his hand across my inner thigh: seductively saying: "How about we make each other a little less lonely for a while?"