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February 14th. What was so special about it again?
Junkrat recognized the date, but he couldn’t remember for his life what the importance of it was. He tried asking Roadhog, receiving an annoyed grunt and silence as a response.
“Fine then, I’ll figure it out myself if that’s how you wanna be mate.” He decided to take a stroll, that’s what he usually did when his brain seemed to fail him.
He and Roadhog were currently in New Jersey, because it was right next to New York and they could have their stay in a motel without immediately making themselves known—Well, according to Roadhog. Junkrat thought it was stupid, being so far away from the target, but hey, whatever big bacon says goes he supposed.
Junkrat giggled at the mocking nickname, it gradually turning into a chuckle, then a full blown cackle as he walked down the street. It was typically vacant being so late at night but the few bystanders that were out and about must have been concerned.
The lanky man kicked stones down the cracked pavement as he racked his poor brain, trying to think about how tomorrow could possibly be important.
He passed by corner stores and 24-hour shops, but a bright red and pink poster plastered on a convenience store window was what caught his attention. The words were bold, with hearts on the border:
“VALENTINE’S DAY SALE!!! 25% OFF ALL CHOCOLATES AND SWEETS!!”
Junkrat nearly shattered the glass on the door as he barged inside.
“How much for chocolates mate!? Need three boxes now!!”
He scurried down the isles, looking for chocolates or any sort of sweet candy, nearly knocking over the staff member who was restocking some chips.
Valentines Day. How could he have forgotten? Roadhog had just explained it to him the other day. Junkrat had thought back to him and Roadhog on the roof of a run down shack, eating their lunch and talking about the past.
“So it’s just a day for rootin’ then?” Junkrat questioned followed by a loud cackle.
“No Rat, be serious for a minute,” Roadhog laid back with his hands behind his head, gazing up at the clouds above them. He sighed.
“It’s a day to show someone you love that you care, that’s all.” His voice was unusually solemn. He turned his head to look at Junkrat, who had mimicked his position.
Junkrat looked into Roadhog’s eyes, taking in all he could of the moment. It was rare to see Roadhog with his mask off, so he adored the larger man’s face whenever he could. “I don’t need a fancy day to show ya I care Hog,” He gave a wide, genuine smile. Showing off all his teeth; gold, gap, and all. “I love you every day, nothin’s gonna change that.”
Junkrat made his way back up to the front counter, met with a very snarky store clerk. His eyes swept over Junkrat and he snorted.
“Girlfriend yapped your head off all day huh?” He nodded over to a special heart shaped stand, lined with boxes of chocolates, flowers, and little teddy bears holding hearts with sappy quotes on them. “Better hurry, the night doesn’t last all day.”
Junkrat tilted his head, then began to shuffle over to the stand. “That doesn’t even make sense…” He muttered to himself, picking up a stuffed bear.
“I LOVE YOU BEARY MUCH!”
He nearly threw up in his mouth.
Junkrat set the bear down and picked up a box of chocolates, they were $8.99. ($7.70 with tax and the shitty store discount, but Junkrat wouldn’t even attempt to do math.) He dug around in all his pockets, leaving him with 4 American dollars, a quarter, 3 pounds, and a box of matches. He shoved the matches back in his pocket and walked to the counter.
“I want this.” He set the box down carefully so as not to damage the chocolate inside. It’s a very dire situation, Junkrat has decided to break the laws of nature and be civil for once. Setting the money down on the counter, he looked at the clerk.
The clerk stared at the money on the counter, giving an awkward stifled laugh before realizing the man before him was dead serious.
“Dude, you gotta pay in American money.” He slid the money and change back toward Junkrat. “In full.”
Junkrat sighed. Killing some poor guy and a witness over a box of chocolates wasn’t on his checklist for the night, but not everything could go his way. He pulled a frag out from deep in his pants leg and placed it on the counter.
“Need the chocolates mate,” He shot a wink. “Wife’ll be vexed." He manically giggled. Pulling the pin, he threw the grenade behind the counter and ran to the back of the store.
“What the fuc– holy shhHHII-” BOOM.
Junkrat rose from his crouched position on the floor to view his beautiful work. He strolled over to the counter and looked behind it. Metal pieces stuck into the man’s body, blood began to pool near his head, he must’ve hit it on the way down.
Junkrat picked up his chocolates and gave a sarcastic pout. “Aw, poor bloke lost an eye.” He chuckled and went back to the Valentine’s Day stand, the items now scattered across the ground. He picked up a bouquet of disappointing looking wilted roses, and began to make his way out the door.
Looks like nature won today.
The following morning Roadhog was up first. He yawned, scratching the bird’s nest on the top of his head as he stretched and cracked his aching back. With a slightly pained groan he slipped out of bed and began to make his way to the bathroom, all while trying not to disturb his snoring companion.
A red heart-shaped box on the bedside table caught his attention.
He picked it up, it was small in his large hands. The box was tattered and the ribbon that held it together looked melted and blackened a bit. He opened the box and inside were about a dozen melted chocolates.
Roadhog chuckled to himself. So the idiot caught on eventually, and with a fight too it seems.
He went to the bathroom to relieve himself and splash some water on his face. When he came out Junkrat was awake, his hair looking even crazier than Roadhog’s. He rubbed his stump of an arm while groaning and smacking the morning breath taste out his mouth, his gaze met Roadhog’s.
“Ah shit, you woke up before me.” He hopped up and nearly fell over, forgetting he didn’t have his leg prostheses on. Roadhog was already standing over him by the time he stabled himself on the bedframe.
Roadhog nodded to the chocolates. “Those for me Jamie?” He gripped Junkrat’s waist, staring him down as if ready to eat him.
Junkrat smirked and looked up at his partner. That sly look, the one that got him pounded into a mattress if he really wanted it. “Maybe it is, Mr. Rutledge.” He squirmed under Mako’s thick hands; such a tease.
Roadhog bent down and planted a kiss onto Junkrat’s neck, beginning to suck a hickey onto his soft skin. He smelled good, had he actually put effort into washing himself? Just for today? Mako didn’t care, he continued planting soft kisses down Jamie’s neck, pushing him back onto the bed.
Jamie snickered and pulled Mako down with him, leaning his head back to give his lover more access. A casual moan or “Mmn..” would slip past his lips every now and then.
Mako kissed down Jamie’s chest, tracing his tongue on the twin scars that decorated it. Teasing his pink nipples, swirling his tongue and nibbling. He stopped for a moment, then thought. This was easy…Too easy.
Jamie hadn’t put up a single fight. No whines, no begging to be touched, no rushing…
“What is it, Rat?” Mako stood up straight, standing over the smaller man who laid on the bed with an evil-like grin. Junkrat cackled fiercely. He wiped tears from his eyes, stifling his laughter to speak.
“Can’t rail me in the next week Hoggie,” He giggled “On me monthly.”
Roadhog grunted and pushed Junkrat by his face into the bed, playfully annoyed. “You fuckin’ tease.” He chuckled. He walked over to the other side of the bed, picking up the chocolates he discovered earlier. “What’re these?”
Junkrat crawled across the comforter and pillows to see what Road was talking about.
“Your Valentine’s Day present mate. Ya know I couldn’t forget.” He grinned and opened the box, revealing the either crushed or melted chocolates inside. He dipped a finger in what seemed to be the caramel flavor and licked it off.
“A little melted chocolate never hurt anybody.” Besides maybe those convenience store staff. Junkrat snorted at the sudden memory.
Mako bent over to kiss him, tasting the caramel in his mouth.
“I guess not.”