The College Cow Boy (Mccree X Hanzo)

This is an American college party?!

AN: (I will attempt to do it all from Hanzo's point of view, sorry if that ends up not being the case. I know some people care about this so I will say this is going to be my best attempt at a slow burn relationship. Thank you.)

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I messed up.

I thought it would be a good idea to attend a college party. I convinced myself that since I was done with all of my studies, and completely prepared for the tests, I'd be okay. I thought since I was missing being in Japan, I'd try to take my mind off of things. I thought, since I was only going to be in America for four years and probably never come back, I'd give it a shot and maybe enjoy it. I messed up because I was so very wrong about that. It was more stressful than sitting back in my dorm doing nothing and fretting over random stuff. It was more stressful than that one time I fell in junior high. I had tripped walking to the front of the class and accidentally knocked a girl out. So stressful that if I don't find somewhere to be asap, I might pass out.

So I started frantically searching for a way out. My mind was so hazed over from the possibility of having a panic attack, I forgot where the exit hall was. The party was poorly held in the opened common area of one of the dorm houses. I was told that it was set up just like mine, that didn't seem to help me in finding the exit though. The people holding the party were just lucky enough to be able to convince the tenants of all twenty branched off rooms to either join or try not to be present if the noise would bother them. So I was hugged up against the wall, attempting to find a way out of this cramped, gigantically squared room. I tried the handle of every door, hoping that they would be unlocked and empty. If empty I'd just stay until everything blew over, of course not touching anything. If not empty, I'd most likely beg the person in the room to let me stay. I'd reassure them that I would be quiet, and out of the way. You would think it would be that simple right? But no, I was on the tenth door that was locked. Just my luck that I go through ten out of twenty doors and still don't stumble upon the exit hall. I was practically hyperventilating at this point. I was so relieved when I got to the eleventh door, and it was unlocked. Having almost all my weight pressed against the door, because I heavily pressed against the wall the whole way here, I stumbled into the room. I almost fell on my face, but quickly shifted my momentum to where I was slamming the door shut instead. Down on my hands and knees, I huffed out a big breath, feeling safe once again. I quickly swiveled around onto my butt, back against the door, so I could scan the room. Which would allow me to severely apologize to any that might be present, and ask if I could stay? I spotted what I hoped was the owner of the room. Cause I was absolutely stunned to see a tanned, toned male with scraggly, chin-length, brown hair. That was masturbating.

The only other in the room was sat up and staring directly at me. I frantically started to try and make my way out, when he moaned out, "No wait," on one knee and one foot, hand at the door, I stopped, "Don't go." The end of his request ending in a gruff groan. I honestly didn't know what to do. I didn't plan on this of all things happening tonight. But I also really really didn't want to go back out there. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad?

"Lock the door." The man(?) spoke out again. My body moved faster than I could think and complied much quicker than I would have liked. I sat there, faced towards the door on my knees, eyes closed tight. Because despite staying, and complying to the requests, I was kinda scared. It may have seemed to be better in here, but if I get raped in my first year of college abroad what am I suppose to do? My parents are helping me pay for this, so up and leaving would mean "throwing away" some of their money too.  I couldn't think straight until I heard from behind me, a loud moan. I look to my right and back, where he was partially sat up, on his bed. My curiosity got the better of me, my brain thinking that he might possibly be hurt. But all my eyes landed on was the sight of his writhing body spasming out an orgasm onto his own chest. I stared in awe. Mostly I was just absolutely surprised he finished doing that, with me in the room. I was thankful he had stayed there but couldn't look away cause I needed to know what he would do next. I saw as he grabbed for the towel on the nightstand beside his bed. As he wiped himself down and gave me a look with his face that I couldn't comprehend. His whole face was flushed red. Do all people look like that when they masturbate or have sex? He gazed at me through his eyelashes, with a heated look. Then shot me a small, almost sweet looking, smile.

"Thank ya partner," He said, with a slight Texan drawl to his words. Funny how he sounded nothing like that when he was taking care of himself. He continued to wipe his torso as he made his way off the bed and in my direction. My eyes widen, and I quickly whipped myself back to my previous position. Throwing my hands behind my head, hoping that might save me from whatever he was about to do. I heard him chuckle, and say, "Don't worry darlin', I'm Just headed to my restroom on the other side of you to wash up. I wouldn't lay a single unwanted finger on someone who helped me achieve something I've always wanted to happen." While he was speaking his voice gave away that he did indeed walk past me and in the direction to where all the bathrooms were located in every individual dorm. I looked up to where I thought he would be, to see him standing in the doorway of his almost shut bathroom door. "Well, since your still here, I will say this. If you do plan on leaving while I'm washing, just know, you did me a favor. So if after all this you can bring yourself to come back, I owe you big time, amigo." The brunette said his words and closed the door behind him. As I heard the shower turn on, I moved back to having my back against the door.

I was completely blown away from this entire encounter. He was stunning, terrifying, but also slightly enticing, because he was so sweet. I also couldn't get off my mind that he had no accent of discerning orientation when he was pleasing himself. But then while he talked english he had a slight country accent. Finally, his last word having been Spanish also had a slight Hispanic inflection to it. I was speechless. He was like an anomaly. Before making my way to America, I spent two years learning English, along with all my other studies. Japanese having been my first fluent language, I aimed to try and slightly hide that, so I wouldn't be made fun of while studying. As well as the much-added benefit of being able to communicate with a much broader selection of people. But in my process of learning, I figured out how hard it is to attempt at another accent so that the language didn't sound as choppy. I had also run across a few Spanish words and accidentally learned those as well because it seemed that the two languages reflect each other in a lot of ways. So I was very astonished at hearing him change his voice so easily and having it all sound natural. Above this small obsession I have with voices, I was surprised at how well he handled that. As well as the fact that he stated, "You did me a favor," after having said something like, "I wouldn't touch someone who helped me achieve something I always wanted to happen." So I wondered if he was an exhibitionist? Which would make this situation, even more interesting, and awkward. But I would rather stay in here and deal with this heavy atmosphere, then go back out there and deal with that craziness. I don't think I could make it another second out there without passing out.

Plus like I said he seemed pretty nice, so I stayed. Hoping that this would not turn sour. Hoping that I really did make the right judgment call on deciding to enter this room, and stay. Hoping that this might just make a really good story to tell to my brother Genji when I get back to Japan.

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