there's nothing like the feeling of slamming a long silver bullet

[good_bamf_ugly]

[So maybe in another branching path of their road trip adventure to end all road trips they took the train together, crossed the border successfully, maybe even procured some extra supplies, weapons and food, and spent more quality time trekking through the desert. Maybe this is also the branch where Brokewatch Mountain happened but suffice to say McCree and 76 are on the trail together.

Now slightly closer to civilization, they're able to procure a safehouse out in the desert not too far from their San Diego destination. It's nothing fancy, just a shitty abandoned house literally in the middle of the desert with creaky wooden floors half consumed by sand and nothing worth salvaging on old dusty shelves. But it sure beats sharing the dirt with snakes and scorpions for another night.

It is also enough space that two men could have a little privacy. It's much appreciated when McCree willingly subjects himself to someone like 76's insufferable personality day and night. Hell, 76 would probably just as much appreciate some peace and quiet.

...it is very suspiciously quiet.]

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[good_bamf_ugly]

[He groans around the gun when 76 whips it out and starts jerking off mere inches from his face. Despite stopped movement it doesn't take away from the experience of having his mouth filled with something unrelenting and to be left totally at 76's whim. It's not something the cowboy ever imagined for himself or ever fantasized about, but now that he's here he's sure this situation won't leave his mind anytime soon.

McCree hasn't dared to break eye contact with 76 until his dick came into play, and now McCree can't help but stare as he shamelessly strokes himself. He mimics his speed, goes slow and matches his rhythm only to find it's not quite enough. McCree's been teasing himself for much harder and much longer and this pace just won't do.

He was sure he'd have something to brag about in this situation but there's no bragging about any of this. He swallows what little of his pride is left and gives in to raw desire, stroking himself hard and fast. It doesn't take much imagining 76's dick is in his mouth instead of the gun before McCree's eyes roll up into the back of his head as he hits that sweet high noon.

He groans again, long and loud and then bites down on the rim of the barrel as he spills all over the floor in long sticky ropes. 76's boots aren't immune to an accidental (or maybe it's intentional) dribble of cowboy cum as he finally exhausts himself and slumps down on his haunches.]

[mylawn]

[Cowboy cum on his shoes is the least of his worries—he’ll allow it, given the circumstance, even if McCree is definitely aiming like that on purpose. 76 isn’t stupid in that regard, but he’ll live with the satisfaction of watching McCree jack himself to orgasm while swallowing the barrel of a gun. His reward is that 76 pulls it out, casting it aside and concentrating all his own efforts on jerking himself off.

He didn’t have the advantage of a head start, so it’s going to take him a few more moments to work himself up to climax. McCree is just going to have to deal with a dick in his face for that amount of time—but probably better than a gun, right?]

[good_bamf_ugly]

[Probably better until McCree realizes he's in the same line of fire. Instead of a gun threatening it now he's got a dick in front of him with the promise of a payload. The thought crosses his mind that he should get on it and to that he makes a half-attempt by keeping his mouth open but is otherwise too dazed to do the other half of moving forward and taking it in his mouth. Part of him would rather not but he'll leave himself to 76's mercy. Like he has all night.]

[mylawn]

[76 was mostly expecting to just jack off in McCree's face and leave it at that, but hey, if he wants to keep his mouth occupied, he isn't exactly going to stop him. An obscene sort of noise escapes him because he wasn't exactly prepared, but he rolls with it fairly quickly, tangling hands in McCree's hair.

Which is still in desperate need of a shower, thanks.

It's not long before he's pitching his hips forward, encouraging McCree to swallow more of him--if he can.]

[good_bamf_ugly]

[That noise that does escape suddenly makes the entire evening of oral abuse worth it. 76 will clearly feel the low hum of satisfaction in McCree's throat as he effortlessly takes him in his mouth. Where the gun was metallic and unforgiving against his cheeks, 76 is warm and engorged with blood, and there's give and take as his tongue moves across his skin. 76's hands do most of the work of moving McCree's mouth over his cock but McCree is loose and pliable--at least until he starts hitting the back of his throat and it's clear 76 has a little length on the pistol.

McCree screws his eyes shut and is too tired to put much conscious thought into keeping tight or precise about this. There's a grunt of initial discomfort until a rhythm is established. Drool flows freely down McCree's chin as 76's cock drives in and out, bulging his throat and making McCree wonder if he's supposed to be feeling shame somewhere around now about being mouth fucked like a worn condom. Or somewhere around blindly grabbing at 76's shin's and boots for comfort only to find his hands full of his own dearly departed cowboy cum, now cold and sticky and affording him no good grip whatsoever. It's probably somewhere around the idle thought that passes his very scientific mind that 76's spunk is probably loaded with super soldier juice and he's about to swallow a load of it, and how it's probably not going to get him jacked as hell.

At least not in that sense.]

[mylawn]

[76 reminds himself to make McCree suck off his gun more often, if this is what happens as a result. He's still not sure what the actual goal is here, going at him so eagerly, but 76 isn't going to complain. He steels himself instead, not wanting to give Jesse the satisfaction of making him lose composure.

It's a pretty tall order--they're learning more and more about each other every time, and McCree has always been smart. He's already picked up on what 76 likes and wastes no time at all going about it, and he's good enough at it to wring noises out of him that he tries his best to keep inside.

Suffice to say that after some not insignificant thrusting, 76 is ready to go, and as soon as he feels his orgasm he pulls out, very explicitly wanting the result of said orgasm all over McCree's face.]

[good_bamf_ugly]

[McCree's expecting to get a mouthful and not a faceful, so when 76's cock is unceremoniously pulled out of his mouth with a loud wet pop he unintentionally lurches forward as if his lips still intended to follow. The first spurt hits him squarely in the forehead and a knee-jerk reaction to avoid more of it only makes it worse. He cranes his head up and by the time he realizes what's happening he all at once he gives up on the idea of saving himself. The best he can do is screw his eyes tight as gobs of solider juice cover his face. He leaves his mouth half-open with no respect to himself. Even catching warm dibbles rolling down his nose seemed better than doing nothing at all. He forgets where he left his (or 76's for that matter) pride, somewhere in this dusty old shack.

When all's said and come, McCree slouches back on his haunches, swallows whatever hit his tongue, and tentatively opens the only eye that was was spared. It's hard to escape the smell and the immediate urge to wipe his face. He refrains as if waiting for permission then quickly gives up on the idea when he feels warm wet on his dick that wasn't his own as it dripped off his chin. He uses the broad side of his palm to wipe the most generous parts off his forehead and cheek and flicks it on the floor, somewhere with his own jizz. Can't do much for his eye without a rag of some sort but to that he'll look up at 76. Not exactly pleading but casually expectant. Satisfied at the very least and hoping to read the same on 76's (much cleaner) face.]

Ain't that a mouthful.

[You know, the gun.]

[mylawn]

[Of course Jack is giving him a faceful--what does McCree take him for? Someone who would not do that? Just because he can't see very well doesn't mean he can't enjoy what he knows is McCree squeezing his eyes shut while he gets off right in his face.

He shudders, hunching his shoulders and jerking himself until he's completely spent, then it's all hard breathing and a hand against the bed to brace himself. It takes him a moment to realize that McCree has opened his mouth again.]

Shut up, Jesse.

[It's an exasperated groan in response to what is obviously a BAD JOKE, but there's nothing hostile in his voice this time. His grip slackens and he slouches backward, allowing himself to finally sit down.]