Oh no there's only one body heat I guess we're going to have to......... share it - Overwatch, Junkrat/Roadhog

Sharing a bed to keep warm, light and fluffy

 

“What kind of wanker puts the only hotel in town at the top of a damn mountain?”

They trudged up the road together, Roadhog’s wheezing breath nearly drowning out Junkrat’s complaining. The walk from the docks had been a long one and the falling snow wasn’t improving either of their moods.

“Bloody sadist, making people walk all this way for a nights rest.” He squinted up at the building. “Don’t they have cable cars here?”

They were both shivering by the time they made it to the hotel, a worn down manor house someone had tried to make into a business. The receptionist looked up as they entered, smiling weakly. “Welcome to the Laurel Inn, how can-”

Junkrat leant against the counter, smiling widely. “Alright mate? We’re just lookin’ to get a room.”

“Of course, what-”

“And do you let people pay at the end of their stay? We only just got here and haven’t had a chance to visit a bank yet.”

The receptionist lent back slightly, their customer service smile faltering. “I’m sorry Sir, but we don’t allow-”

Junkrat growled, pulling a handful of stolen jewellery from his shorts and slamming it on the counter. “Just give us a room.”

They flinched back, but kept their eyes on the gold. You could almost see the desperate calculations running through their head. “Okay. There’s a family room upstairs, how long-”

“A week.”

“What name?”

Junkrat just glared, patience already running thin. If he had his launcher to hand the receptionist would be a bloody splatter on the wall by now.

They seemed to pick up on this, frantically tapping the screen before pushing a key fob across the desk.

“Have a nice evening Mr Smith.”

Their room was small, and they both moved around the cheap furniture awkwardly, dropping belongings and wet clothing to the floor.

Roadhog flopped down on the double bed with a heavy sigh. It wasn’t the nicest place they’d stayed, but at least it was better than being stuck in a cramped cargo crate with Junkrat yammering a mile a minute to cover up his nervousness at being trapped. He pulled the blanket around himself, falling asleep as Junkrat secured the door.

Tripwires were carefully set in place with shivering hands, Junkrat muttering curses against the weather. He knew it was going to be colder once they left Junkertown, but he hadn’t expected it to be this bad. He’d survive, of course he would, but he’d kill for one of those big coats he’d seen people walking around in.

Roadhog’s snoring filled the room, and he stopped to watch him for a moment before going to bed. The big lug never seemed to have a problem adjusting to the cold, looking warm and snug beneath the covers. Part of Junkrat wanted to slip in next to him, to try and get some of that warmth for himself, but Roadhog probably wouldn’t go for it. He tolerated Junkrat, but maybe not that much.

There were some kids bunk beds in the room, and pulling the blankets from the top bunk he made himself a comfy nest on the bottom, pulling the duvet tightly around himself. Too fucking cold.

It wasn’t any warmer when Roadhog woke with a jerk, gasping for breath. Everything seemed too quiet, and he scanned the room before peering out of the window. It was dark, and still snowing, drifts piling up around the building.

Checking on Junkrat, sighed as he saw the mess. The mattress from the bottom bunk had been dragged from the bed and shoved next to the rooms tiny radiator. A pegleg stuck out from the pile of blankets on top, and he could see it shaking as Junkrat shivered.

Idiot.

Nudging the pile with his foot resulted in a low groan, Junkrat poking his face out of the nest. "New plan, we fuck out of this miserable country and go somewhere warmer.“

Roadhog placed a hand on the radiator, it was barely warmer than the air in the room. Didn’t stop Junkrat from clinging to it like a lifeline. "If we stay here any longer my toes are gonna go black and fall off and then I’ll be down another foot.”

He screeched as Roadhog yanked the blankets off him, throwing them onto the double bed.

“Traitor! We make it out of Oz, take out all the hunters and suits and this is how it ends? You double-crossing me in some shithole so I can die of frostbite?” He rolled onto his back, throwing an arm over his face dramatically. “After all these years, my best mate-”

He let out another yell as Roadhog scooped him up, before pressing his face into the bigger man’s chest. “How are you so warm?”

Roadhog winced at the cold metal of Junkrat’s limbs, trying to dump him on the bed while Junkrat desperately clung to him.

“Take those off and get in.”

Junkrat for once, did as he was told without complaint, dropping them to the floor and diving beneath the covers. He curled up in the warm spot Roadhog had left, hearing the rustle of the covers before a large hand tugged at him.

“C'mere.”

It felt natural to curl up together, Junkrat almost completely on top of Roadhog. Warmth began to seep into his cold body and he hummed in satisfaction, face buried in Roadhog’s neck. “Thanks, mate.”

The explosive trip around the UK ended up with them fleeing to Switzerland, spending some time taking advantage of empty holiday cabins. It might be colder than England was, but neither of them really minded. These cabins all had fireplaces that kept them warm, and this one had a huge glass window they could watch the snow from, relaxing on a sofa big enough for ten.

Junkrat was leaning against Roadhog’s side despite the warmth, enjoying the permitted physical contact.

“Y'know, snow isn’t so bad. I could get used to this kind of weather.”

Back in England, they’d been sharing warmth, but Roadhog certainly didn’t seem to mind him being cuddly even when it wasn’t necessary. He even had one of his arms thrown around Junkrat’s shoulders, keeping him close.

Orange eyes examined the leather mask, looking for some kind of hint on how far he’d be allowed to take this, and not realising he was being watched in return.

Roadhog liked having Junkrat pressed against him. Not just because it kept them both warm and Junkrat within line of sight, but he’d begrudgingly accepted that he was fond of his partner. Maybe too fond, watching Junkrat watch him and wondering who’d make the first move.

Junkrat was gnawing at his lip, tilting his head this way and that like he was trying to solve some difficult puzzle. Roadhog was about to ask what he was doing when he moved forward, face vanishing into the mask’s blind spot. There was a light pressure against the mask before Junkrat jolted back, breaking the contact between them.

Roadhog was still processing what had happened when he started talking.

“That was a kiss. Dunno if you really felt it or not.” He wriggled in place, staring at the floor. “Is that okay? That I kissed you? If it ain’t just say the word, or don’t say anythin’ I guess, I’ll figure it out.” A giggle. “But you know, I’d be up for doin’ it again if you want. Maybe without the mask in the way? Not that it isn’t sexy or anything, but-”

Roadhog snorted, watching Junkrat start to scowl before pushing up the mask. He can’t see properly with it out of place, and he’s a little disappointed he can’t see Junkrat’s reaction to the most of Roadhog’s face he’s ever been allowed to look at.

But he can hear Junkrat’s delighted gasp, feel the fingers stroking his cheeks before taking a gentle hold of his chin. A thumb brushes across his lips before Junkrat moves in closer, a warm breath against his lips before they meet, softer and more caring than he’d ever deserved.

“You alright?”

A nod in response, almost ashamed of how fast his heart is racing. He tugs the mask back down, taking a couple of deep breaths before opening his eyes.

Fuck, the starry-eyed look Junkrat’s giving him isn’t helping matters. He takes another deep breath as Junkrat jumps to his feet, holding out a hand with a wide grin.

“Gonna keep me warm tonight?”

Always.