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Cassidy leaned against the cool, clearly unused counter of the makeshift bar in the dining hall of the base, sipping on a bottle of whiskey. His spurs jingled faintly with every shift of his boots as he tried his best to feel somewhat satiated, especially with the alcohol in his system, the noise echoing throughout the shockingly empty room. The base was a hive of activity, with the other’s coming and going, doing their own thing- as always. Most of them looked tired… probably coming back from different missions. He let out a drunken mumble, stirring his half-empty drink lazily as he stared in to it.
"You okay there, cowboy?" Lena’s voice pierced the silence, her bright eyes full of concern as she somewhat played it off with a tease. When did she get here that fast? She gave him a somewhat crooked smile, letting him know she meant her concern, and letting him know that she was in fact there for him. Cassidy believed her, really. He just didn’t feel like making conversation. ‘It was her usual thing though’, he reassured himself as she hovered before him, her cheeks flushed from most likely a recent mission, or just training.
Cassidy forced a smile. "Just thinkin' 'bout things, y’know me." He took another swig from the bottle, the amber liquid burning a comforting path down his throat. Maybe alcohol did betray him, because the last thing he wanted was to turn this little check up in to conversation. "Y’know, when I was young n’ free, chasin' down whatever I damn felt like huntin’.” He gave a soft chuckle, pouring himself another drink like it was an instinct as natural as breathing.
"Ah, so you're feeling nostalgic," Lena responded, leaning against the wall next to him. Her hand rested casually on her hip, the pulse bomb at her side seemingly forgotten to have been taken off. Clumsy and forgetful, that was awfully uncommon for her (at least to his knowledge). She really was tired. Why use up more of her faltering energy on talking to him?
"More like stuck in the past." He sighed, the weight of his unspoken thoughts pressing down on him. "Sometimes, I feel like I ain't changed at all." He answered her softly, smile slightly turning in to a grimace instead.
“Say, cowboy, isn’t it your birthday? You come down with some old blues?” She jested with a smile, mocking his southern accent as she spoke. She was giggling at her own joke like she was full of life. Lena joked off when things got like this. Cassidy respected it, truly, it was nice to have her remind him how there’d be a way to joke through just about anything. But truly, today he just… wasn’t feeling it.
“Reckon yer right, just a case o' the birthday blues, then.” He joked back, staring back down at the other drink he poured, not one sip taken out of it since he’d finished the last. He was getting tired. And he’d assume Lena was, too. …And he just wanted to be alone. “Well now, it's gettin' late, and the sun's fixin' to hit the hay. I reckon I'm gonna catch some Z's. You oughta do the same, looks like you need it.”
Lena had agreed, saying she wanted to get out her uniform and sprawl out in her bed anyways. She wished him a happy birthday (she’d be the first to do so.), and parted ways. Cassidy sighed as she left, swigging down the last drink he had poured before grabbing his hat. Too lazy to put it on, he decided to just carry it back to his room.
When he opened the door, the last thing he’d expect was there.
“Happy birthday, love! I brought…” Hanzo’s voice trailed off as he opened his eyes and took in Cassidy’s appearance, setting down whatever expensive alcohol he had bought down on the side table. Cassidy’s eyes widened ever so slightly, not thinking Hanzo would be back from his mission a day early. He’d run straight to him, kiss him silly, and drag him in to bed with him if he didn’t feel like absolute shit. He was drunk off cheap, shitty alcohol, and had only talked to about one person today (unwillingly.), and he couldn’t get his own thoughts out of his head.
Hanzo didn’t say a word- Cole’s silence alone was all the information he needed. The way his eyes hung low, his hat loosely in the grasp of his hand, his hair tussled… It wasn’t a good day for his love, and it showed. The black-haired man walked slowly over to Cole, taking his hat from him and setting it on the side table where he’d placed the bottles. He closed the door gently behind them, giving his boyfriend a knowing look as he took his hand.
…Cassidy knew he’d be interrogated eventually.
Moments after a much needed shower that Hanzo had insisted the brunette take, he put on some bottoms and whatever sweatpants he could find. He was too drunk, skin still too warm and ever-so sticky to put a shirt on. Hanzo didn’t mind, far too worried with whatever was going on with Cole’s feeling instead.
“What happened today? I’d assume you to be much more… happy.” Hanzo finally interrupted the silence, voice gentle as he laid in bed with Cassidy, head resting on his partner’s shoulders as he played with his brown locks delicately, as if they were glass. There’s the interrogation he knew would happen. Cassidy sighed softly, knowing he’d have to answer.
The quiet between them had been steady and warm, broken only by the slow rhythm of their breathing— before conversation had shattered it entirely. He felt a hand move in soft, absent circles across his arm— no rush, no pressure (maybe on Hanzo’s end, at least), just presence. Little by little, the tension began to melt, leaving behind the kind of stillness that speaks louder than words. Sadly, it couldn’t be able to speak for Cassidy entirely.
“Ahh, y’know, darling… Just one big heap o' thinkin' today. Feelin' kinda dim, reckon I ain't... grown up none since then.” Cassidy’s words were slightly slurred as he leaned his head in to Hanzo’s, silently seeking more of his boyfriend’s comfort. Hanzo caught his sign, humming as he continued to trace his love’s skin with gentle, calloused hands. His gaze was intent, a rare softness in his eyes that only Cole ever got to see. "You have grown, love," he began, his voice low and soothing. Nearly hypnotizing as always. "You have come far from the man you once were."
Cassidy glanced up, skepticism etched into the lines of his face. "You really think so, huh?"
Hanzo nodded, and Cassidy knew he was speaking from experience. "Your past has shaped you, but it does not define you." He reached out and shifted his hand on Cassidy's shoulder, now laying on top of him to look him the eyes. Cassidy seemed like he needed some attention. Poor guy had been neglected for about a week. …And it was hus birthday. One present wouldn’t hurt. “…Let me show you how much you've changed."
Cassidy felt a blush creep up his neck, and his heart stumbled in his chest. "What's all this? You’re really tryin’ to rope me in, ain’t ya?” He chuckled nervously, a smile on his face as he looked at the love in Hanzo’s eyes.
Hanzo offered him a smile in return, gentle and reassuring, his eyes full of similar warmth. "A birthday gift, for you." He gestured to himself, eyes trailing down to Cassidy’s bare chest with a smirk as he began to peel his own clothes off, slowly and teasingly.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, the noise of the base faded away. It was just the two of them, alone and vulnerable with the lingering promise of something more. "I know you've had your fair share of battles today," Hanzo murmured, "but let me fight this one for you, love.” Cassidy’s face flushed at his partner’s words, still reacting to those pet names like it was his first time in love.
With that, he leaned in and kissed him, soft and sweet. Cassidy's arms wound around Hanzo's waist, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. His past felt so distant, like a fading photograph, as he lost himself in the present. All that mattered right now was him and Hanzo. That’s all he needed to focus on.
When they broke apart, Hanzo began to undress him with careful, tender movements. Each soft kiss on Cole’s chest as he made his way down to his pants was a silent declaration of affection. Cassidy watched him, feeling beautifully exposed and cherished all at once. As Hanzo finally took his sweats off along with his boxers, the clothing fell away to the side of the bed, the air growing thick to where Cassidy felt as if he were dizzy. Must’ve been the alcohol. Hanzo climbed back onto his boyfriend, now sitting on top of him and straddling the brunette’s hips. His eyes were dark with desire, and Cassidy's cock responded as if on command, growing hard beneath him. Hanzo clearly felt it too, a smirk on his face as he grinded against it slowly.
“Mmm, seems like you can’t wait much longer, huh, love?” Hanzo teased with a knowing smirk, continuing his nearly agonizing foreplay. Cassidy could only let out a whine in response, hands finding their way to Hanzo’s pants as he nearly tore them off. “Worn out by you beatin' around the bush. On my birthday, no less...” He huffed out as he fumbled his now free hand around the nightstand, desperate to find the lube. He refused to take his eyes off Hanzo. He was scared the other would disappear- such a beauty was real, and he wouldn’t ever want to know if he truly wasn’t.
Cassidy’s hand finally clutched the bottle, pouring it greedily on to his fingers as he spread Hanzo’s ass with his right hand, his grip nearly bruising. He lightly poked a finger at the raven-haired man’s entrance, his ring finger sinking in slowly. “This alright, darlin’?” He asked with love in his voice, softening his grasp as he rubbed the other’s skin tenderly. “It’s perfect. It’s your birthday, remember? It’s your turn to feel good. I’ll let you know if something’s wrong.” Hanzo reassured with a shaky voice, hands trailing up to Cassidy’s pecs to hold onto, pinching his nipples lightly.
Cassidy moaned at the extra stimulation, taking it as a sign to continue prepping Hanzo. He sunk his finger in entirely, his middle one finding its way in next to the former. He curled them teasingly, wanting to hear Hanzo make those beautiful noises. “Oh, fuck- Cole-“ His lover breathed out with a moan, arching his back in to the other as he buried his face in to Cassidy’s chest, slightly squirming before getting somewhat used to the in and out motion of Cassidy’s fingers, knuckles deep in Hanzo. Cassidy groaned as he felt the other’s erection rub against his own, growing impatient as he scissored his ass.
“You think yer ready, darlin’? 'Cause I can't wait no longer.” Cassidy huffed out as he lifted Hanzo’s head up gently by his chin, making him look him in the eyes. Cassidy’s eyes were a beautiful brown, dark to where Hanzo could nearly see his own reflection, a ring of amber around his pupils as if honey itself. He moaned as he took in how desperate his love looked, brown hair now just as messy as before he had showered. He’d have to apologize later for making Cole shower twice in the same night. “Yes, please, love. I need you.” He replied to the other with the same desperation that Cole had, closing in to the other’s face for a kiss. Cassidy slowly dragged his fingers out of Hanzo, eliciting a moan from the man that Cole nearly swallowed with his tongue. They pulled away once they were out of breath, nearly on the verge of passing out it felt like.
With a gentle smile, Hanzo leaned down and kissed him again, a quick peck on the lips this time. He took Cole’s desperate, whiny “please” as his sign to go ahead. Hanzo’s hand began guiding Cassidy's erection inside him, hovering over it before teasing the tip with a shaky sigh. He listened to Cassidy moan, the noise working him up even more as his own erection stood proudly. “You’re lucky it’s your birthday, love. I’d have you begging for it if not…” Hanzo sighed into another kiss as they connected, their bodies moving together in the same pace they hadn’t had in about a week.
Hanzo began to rock his hips after their lips parted, setting a slow pace that had Cassidy's eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. He felt himself slipping away, whatever thoughts that spoiled his mind and mood replaced by the thud of Hanzo's heart against his chest and the sweet sound of their mingled breaths. The world outside the room ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the here and now. The warmth of Hanzo's body, the slide of their skin, and the noises that filled the air.
Hanzo continued to ride Cole with passion, moaning as he tried fitting as much as he could. He could only go about halfway down on him, clenching around Cassidy as if he was about to rip in to two. “God, Cas… I- you’re too big, cowboy.” Hanzo babbled out as he went up and down, moaning like a whore. “C'mon, darlin'. You can do better'n that…” Cassidy groaned out as his hands traveled to Hanzo’s hips, gripping around them as he slowly manhandled the other in to going farther down on him. Hanzo let out a shocked gasp as he felt himself adjusting around Cassidy, eyes half-lidded as he bit back a whine. “Jus’ like that, good boy.” The brunette praised, smirking as he heard Hanzo moan at his words. He knew what worked his boyfriend up.
Hanzo’s noises got louder, losing the politeness to speak as Cole moved the man on his own. Hanzo’s warmth gripped Cassidy’s cock as it filled him, the friction sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. The archer found himself nearly begging for more, and who was Cassidy to deny the love of his life? Cassidy moaned as he eventually got Hanzo down to his base, chuckling tiredly. “Look at you. God, you’re so good for me darlin’.” The gunslinger praised once more as he leaned up to kiss Hanzo, moving him up and down straight to the base of his cock at a quicker pace. He cherished the sound of his partner’s muffled moans, vibrating back at him as he refused to move his lips away from the others. Their movements grew more urgent, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the stillness of the room. Cole grew desperate, now moaning nearly as much as Hanzo was as he felt himself grow close.
Cassidy's grip tightened on Hanzo's hips, his breath coming in and out in ragged gasps. He could feel himself close to climax, but he held back, wanting to savor the moment for as long as he could. “Hanzo," he huffed out, his voice thick with need and quiet from the lack of breath. “You're... fuck, you’re incredible."
Hanzo had pure bliss on his face as he leaned down, capturing Cassidy's lips in yet another kiss. He couldn’t begin to express to the other how much he loved him, how much he desired his love. His own need was palpable, his hips moving faster, pushing them both closer to release. Their bodies moved together nearly perfectly, and both of them couldn’t want it any different than how it was.
“Fuck, Hanzo, m’ gonna cum.” Cassidy groaned out as he grasped Hanzo rougher, fucking him selfishly. Hanzo was a mess, hair down and sprawled out as he seemed to be close to passing out. The world outside the room fell away entirely, and it was certain anyone passing by or even in the room next to them would get a whole visual of what was happening. “Hanzo- fuck- finish with me, darlin’.” Cole’s voice shook with pleasure, raspy and out of breathe as he came. Hanzo moaned at the feeling of warmth in him, and how Cole locked him in place like it was the most important thing ever. “Gods, Cole, I love you-“ Hanzo nearly yelped, cumming like a virgin as he shot ropes over Cassidy’s chest. He nearly collapsed as soon as he felt the other loosen the grip on his hips. He’d have an excuse to sleep in when they woke up, at least.
when it was over, and they lay tangled together, sweat-slicked and breathless, Cassidy knew that this was what it truly meant to be alive. To have someone who saw him for who he was, someone who he could relate to- to the man beneath. He pulled Hanzo closer, feeling the warmth of his partner's body against his own. “Someone’s clingy.” Hanzo chuckled as he shifted, laying his head on the other’s chest. After they had cleaned up, of course. It was lazily done, and they’d need to shower and get dressed in the morning, but neither cared about that right now. “How am I not 'sposed to be clingy when ya treat me like royalty?” The cowboy chuckled lightly, giving a soft kiss to Hanzo’s forehead, his hand finding its way to his cheek, holding his face to just admire him. He cherished the way Hanzo got all embarrassed, eyes darting away as if they were first-time lovers.
"Best birthday ever," He continued to speak, letting go of the other’s face as he rested against Hanzo's skin. He wrapped his arms around the other, not too hard- he didn’t want to bruise the poor guy anymore. Pulling a blanket over the both of them and giving Hanzo another kiss, rubbing his thumb over his back comfortingly. He felt a sense of contentment he hadn't felt in years it seemed like. Well- on his birthday, at least.
Hanzo chuckled, his eyes still closed as he caught his breath. "Glad to be of service," he murmured, his cheek pressed to Cassidy's chest. His hand traced lazy patterns over the cowboy's abs in return to the attention he’d received first, feeling the muscles contract with each breath as he shut his eyes gently. They laid there for a while, sitting in a comfortable silence as they held each other, the only sound the occasional water droplet from the sink or the wind outside. It was a stark contrast to the noises that had filled the room moments before.
Finally, Hanzo sat up, his movements languid and graceful despite his exhaustion. He leaned down and kissed Cassidy gently, then slid off the bed. "Let me clean up," he said, gesturing to the rumpled sheets. He assumed Hanzo wouldn’t enjoy being sticky and sweaty for long. ‘Neat freak’, he thought to himself. Cassidy watched him go, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the cheap whiskey he had earlier. He'd always known Hanzo was someone who used very few words (outside of the bed, at least.), but that meant his actions always spoke for him.
After a moment, he sat up and stretched, groaning as he felt the slight stiffness in his back. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, his length now soft and albeit freezing fucking cold. He couldn't help but admire Hanzo's backside as the archer moved around the room, picking up their discarded clothing. He appreciated how comfortable they were with one another. It was rewarding. He padded over to the bathroom after grabbing a towel, stepping into the shower, starting it as he felt the hot water roam over his body. He closed his eyes and let the steam fill his lungs, the scent of sandalwood lingering in the air from his own body wash.
When Hanzo joined him in the shower without a word, he didn’t mind. The more he saw the other, the more he felt as if he were the luckiest man on Earth. He chuckled as Hanzo took the body wash from the brunette, scrubbing his back for him. “Am I still gettin' special treatment after all that? You sure are dedicated, huckleberry.” Cassidy gave Hanzo a kiss, sadly not on the lips. He just didn’t want to risk getting soap in their mouths. “It is your birthday, isn’t it?” Hanzo teased back as he continued to lavish the other as if he were some sort of god.
When they were done and dried off, and dressed in thankfully clean clothes, they settled back on the bed. Their bodies close, due to Cole not wanting to part with the other ever again it seemed like. The air felt as if it was charged with a newfound closeness. Cassidy picked up the unopened bottles the other had bought earlier, the original present that got forgotten for something much better. He grabbed both bottles and offered it to Hanzo. "How ‘bout a drink, hun’?" he spoke somewhat sarcastically, his voice still slightly roughed up. “You’ve already drunk today, are you going nuts?” Hanzo scoffed in response, rolling his eyes as he took the bottles away from him. “We’re not drinking this late. That’s final.” He spoke sternly as he looked at the pout on Cassidy’s face, feeling ever so slightly guilty now. …No. He wouldn’t.
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Hanzo took a sip out his glass, keeping his dignity. Unlike Cole, who had just ditched his mannerisms and began drinking it straight from the damn bottle. Yet, his eyes never left Hanzo’s. "Ann that’ t’ havin’ the best husban’ ever!" The gunslinger chuckled, Southern accent definitely not going well at all with being nearly blackout drunk. Thankfully, Hanzo had grown used to dissecting whatever he was saying drunk.
…What?
The archer felt his face flush, and he’d blame it on the alcohol. For sure. “We’re… we’re not married. Yet, at least.” He mumbled the last part, voice trailing off as if he were some shy high school girl. “Hah! Look-at ya’, all hot n’ bothered over somethin’ so silly.” Cassidy barked back with a laugh, loud and way too energetic for Hanzo’s liking. “Well, excuse me then.” Hanzo muttered back, now finding his way back in to Cole’s arms after he had set his drink down. The other wasted no time in immediately holding him. He was drunk enough to be satisfied, anyways.
They sat in companionable silence, the weight of the world outside their little sanctuary momentarily lifted. For the first time in a long time it felt like, Cole felt truly seen, truly understood. And as he leaned back into the pillows, the lingering warmth of alcohol down his throat, perfectly buzzing his head, and Hanzo right in his arms with him, he knew that he’d never forget this birthday. It’d be a good memory, no matter how the future played out it seemed. The night grew late, and the base quieted down, the only sounds the distant murmurs of whoever happened to be roaming the halls and the occasional shift of Hanzo trying his best to get comfortable. But in Cole’s own little world, the only sounds were the ones most important to him- the rustle of fabric as they shifted as close to one another as they could, the soft sighs of contentment that slipped from Hanzo’s lips, and the light breathing of the man on his chest that made his heart flutter.
As they lay there, Hanzo's hand found its way to Cassidy's, their fingers intertwining. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing whilst cuddling, on Cassidy’s end at least, but he didn’t seem to mind. It was moments like these that reminded both men just how much they needed each other. Their eyes met once more before they finally shut them, and in that silent understanding, they both knew that no matter what happened, they had each other, and at the end of the day, they always ended up in each other’s arms. With that thought lingering blissfully in his head, sleep claimed Cassidy, pulling him into a deep, peaceful rest that was unmarred by the thoughts from his past he had earlier today.
…His birthday wasn’t so bad.