McCree x Reader

McCree came home from a mission feeling absolutely miserable. He slouched as he walked. Every step he took was like lifting 50 pound weights with his feet. Each muscle in his body ached and screamed with every movement he made. All he wanted to do was flop on the bed, snuggle up to you, and sleep. 

He let out a long, pained groan as soon as he walked through the door, do you knew he was having a pretty bad time. You immediately run out to greet him, but he isn’t very responsive. McCree just gravitates toward you and leans up against you, nuzzling his face into your neck and seeking some comfort. Your poor big teddy bear. Sometimes you just wanted to confront the heads of Overwatch and scream their heads off with how they’re treating your man. 

You gently shush the ailing cowboy. You remove his hat and serape and hang them up for him, then take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. You help him out of his clothes (though very frustrating because he was too tired to even lift his arms for you or step out of his pants properly) until he’s left only in his boxers. You step over to the dresser to grab his pajamas, but glance up at the mirror to see Jesse splayed out on the bed behind you. He just looked… so uncomfortable and unhappy. That’s when an idea struck. You left his pajamas on the dresser and went back to the bedside. You reach out and very gently, with feather like touches, you run your fingers down his back. McCree shudders and lets out a soft sigh, adjusting himself so he’d be more comfortable on the mattress.

“You want a massage before bed?” you ask him sweetly.

“Please,” he responds in a voice akin to a moan. Damn, it was like he was begging you to let him cum. No time for sexy thoughts, though. Your cowboy needed aid. 

Carefully, you climb up onto the bed and situate yourself over his waist before slowly descending to sit right on his plush butt. You look over the expanse of McCree’s back and you can practically see all the stress he had built up in those muscles.

You rub your hands together to build some warmth, then run your hands up and down his back to get him used to your touch. Even that was enough to have him sighing with relief, which made you excited to dive right in. You start at his shoulders, rubbing gentle but deep circles between the blades. The tightness was a tad alarming and initially McCree let out a pained groan, but as you continued to work it, you feel him start to melt under your touch. His sounds of pain soon melted to those of pleasure and you were almost embarrassed to admit his moans were getting you pretty hot. 

You lean forward to press kisses along his neck. Your hands move down, rubbing along the line of his spine. Again, you diligently work on each spot until the tightness gives a bit, earning you a hearty moan from the man beneath you. You could totally feel him grinding into the bed under you, but you didn’t care. You just wanted him feeling better. 

You massaged every inch of him you could. His aching arms, his tight calves, even his feet, though McCree had trouble sitting still for that. His feet were a rather sensitive area and carried a lot of pain, so it was hard for the both of you to get through. 

By the end, McCree was a limp, heavy breathing mess with eyes carefully shut in relaxation. Your eyes were blown with arousal, but you had worked pretty hard to get McCree so relaxed. You didn’t want to ruin it for a quick fuck. 

Alas, McCree was taking up the whole bed and you wanted to get some rest too. You flip him over and tell him to move, only to notice the erection tenting in his boxers. 

“Need a massage there too?” you ask coyly.

McCree opens one eye to glance down at his erection. Huh. Didn’t even realize he had one. 

“’M too tired to do much. But uh… I won’t stop you if you want to take things into your own hands. 

McCree made a wink at that comment and you held back a groan at how ridiculous he was, even when completely spent! But, you did want to keep your hands busy a little longer and you did promise a full massage. Can’t say you’re done when he’s still got a little tension left.