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Alright! Here's another one that's been requested! So here it is!
Partial credit goes to a person who chose to remain anonymous.

I hope you weren't expecting me to do anything other than self-indulgent stuff again. Hahah! But yep!
This story is about McCree mistaking a clueless tourist for a criminal and the fun that insues because of it.

Hope you have fun!

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A Chance Meeting

Finally… After days of tracking McCree finally had him. He’d almost lost him a few hours ago when he mingled in with a crowd of tourists but thanks to his incredible tracking skills he managed to keep up.


Markus was told to absolutely, under no circumstances do the thing that he was currently doing. It was dumb, dangerous and almost completely pointless but even despite all that the young man felt every last bit of himself craving the rush of excitement he was experiencing as he climbed down into the Grand Canyon and strayed further and further away from the regular tourist routes.

"This is dumb." He muttered. "I'm dumb." He let go off the ledge he was holding onto and dropped down on a small flat bit. Just a couple meters separated him from a sheer drop down which he too fully intended to climb on his exciting search for adventure.

Markus stood in one spot and stretched his arms towards a sky at exactly 150 degrees from his sides each, mimicking a semi-popular gesture from a video game. "But damn this feels good!" He added in a whisper before his attention was suddenly drawn to a couple of rocks that fell down from above. "Hmm?"


Unbeknownst to the bounty hunter he had mistaken a random passerby for his mark, not that the poor viewing angle from climbing above Markus in the canyon would have helped him see that. It was mighty clever of this guy to climb in the canyon though to evade the police and bounty hunters like McCree.

An eagle roared through the sky as a shadow of a hat loomed over the smaller man down farther in the massive crevasse that was the Grand Canyon. Markus would have felt a hand rolled cigarette fall and bounce off his head, tumbling down. As the clouds shifted, there stood Jesse McCree, looming at the top of the rocks.

The young man twitched at something landing on top of his head and immediately twitched throwing it off. "Nyeeargh!!" He yelped completely caught off guard by the sudden intrusion into his personal space.

With a grunt, McCree jumped down, rolling along the ground and kicking up some dust as he approached Markus. He reached at his hip, his teeth grit together before the simple tourist. "Draw!" He shouted, never being one to shoot a man in the back even with a non lethal weapon, regardless though, Markus' hand wouldn't be fast enough, even if he had a weapon. McCree's hand flashed, and Markus found himself at an incredibly smaller size as Winston's shrink ray appeared to have done its job. "Well, that certainly makes 'em easier to bring in alive." The cowboy smirked contentedly.


Markus would only see himself being momentarily engulfed by a flash of light as his entire body felt strange. Quickly the light dissipated and the young man found himself looking up at what was a nightmarishly huge man in a cowboy hat. "Uhm..."

Instinctively, the human took a step back and found himself pressed against the very cigarette butt that fell on his head mere moments prior. Markus turned his neck, took a look at it and then it finally clicked in his head. He'd been shrunk.

And the very next moment he turned back to McCree and a loud piercing scream escaped his lungs, barely carrying further than just a few meters.


McCree picked at his ear, the smaller man obviously yelling from fear but the cowboy just couldn't tell if there was something in his own ear or not that made it harder to hear. He stepped over to Markus, his usual saunter and swagger accompanied by his grip of the belt were all that remained of his image as a true blue western hero, as his feet were adorned in very city-like sneakers.

"All this trouble climbing down into the canyon... you made me run and change my shoes." He muttered to himself rather than his captive. "Those boots of mine are fine cow hide, woulda' cost me a purty penny to repair from scaling this here canyon."

McCree then jutted his sneaker forward, knocking Markus onto his rear and looming over the fellow with a sharp glare. "All to catch a lowlife armed robber. What have you got to say for yerself?"


The now-tiny man could barely process McCree's words as he was at a complete loss. What the heck had just happened to him? How was this even possible? Those two questions among many others boggled his mind as he struggled to find a way to respond to his current situation.

Though somewhat sudden. The nudge from the cowboy's sneaker brought Markus back into reality. He fell on the ground hitting the back of his head a little and grunting in pain before he looked up at the menacing towering figure of this unknown man. "Uhm... Uhhhh... W-what is going on?" He asked first and foremost. "What are you even talking about?"


McCree chuckled to himself. "I guess it's pretty easy for an ant like ya to play dumb, but you can drop the act. I know yer the fella whose been terrorizing the nearby town." McCree made a tsking noise as he kicked off one of the sneakers, revealing his deep black socks

"Now, I'm not one to complain about a pebble in his shoe, so why don't you make like a pebble and hop in, since I ain't got the pocket space to carry yah." Jesse noted, completely lying about that and wanting to put the perceived criminal in his place. He looked up at the canyon ridge noting it was an apt comparison to him and his little prisoner. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna squish ya like a bug or anythin’, yer worth more alive."


Markus watched mesmerized as the bigger man's foot slipped out of the sneaker and into his view. He couldn't help but stare at the socked toes as the wiggled slightly before him, the need to move away from the titan who could easily crush him moving down in his list of priorities as his ears caught one particular phrase coming from McCree. "W-wait! Hold on! You've probably mistaken me for someone! I'm just a tourist!" He hurriedly reached in the little bag hanging over his shoulder. Only to realize that he'd left all proof of his identity back at the motel.

"Darn..." He sighed in defeat and looked up at the giant. "I'm... I'm convinced this is some sort of mistake but... I'll cooperate." He looked around and slowly stepped towards the huge piece of footwear. feeling compelled to listen to the giant man for a logical reason as well as a personal one. "Just... P-please... Don't hurt me." He begged as he pulled himself up onto the lip of the sneaker.

For a moment though, Markus froze before dropping in, he took a deep breath, the shoe warm and rich with its owner's scent, which was something the young man just couldn’t ignore.


Perhaps he paused for a bit too long as Jesse took note of his apprehension wondering if the little guy was hesitating to get in or was... enjoying it? The cowboy shook his head and the moment Markus finally dropped inside, he shoved his foot into the shoe, submerging the small man in darkness. The only things that Markus' senses would manage to pick up in there would be the soft texture of McCree's socks, the pressure of his weight over him, and the thick scent of sweat and musk that likely came from a thrilling hike atop the Grand Canyon.

With the prisoner secure inside the shoe, McCree huffed as he stepped onto a rock, careful to not kill Markus, but certainly not careful enough to keep him from getting roughed up in there. The small guy felt his joints and bones aching as the massive titan of a man made his way up the sheer wall, Markus as nothing but a pebble in his shoe.


The young man couldn’t quite come to terms with the situation, his mind only just now beginning to settle into the thought that something like this was even possible in his day and age.

The entire thing was outrageously frightening to say the least though he'd be lying if he said that a part of him didn't feel lucky given his circumstances. Being pressed under the socked foot of a handsome bearded titan of a cowboy. He'd always dismissed such fantasies as impossible but there he was!

Markus refused to let the opportunity pass by as he pressed his nose deep into the creases of the socked foot, rubbing his face into the soft worn fabric, inhaling the musky scent he was surrounded by. The pain of being pressed into the hard rocky ground as McCree climbed on was concerning but somehow Markus figured that the cowboy would make good on the words about keeping him out of harm's way. "Ugh..." He would be feeling the events of today the next morning though, that's for sure.


After a small scramble, McCree managed to scrounge himself up over the ridge, his motel room in sight just down the road. He checked the time and grumbled to himself. It looked like that small time criminal's detour caused him to miss the train back into town. He'd have to either go on foot or rest for the night.

He shook his head. He could turn his capture in tomorrow.

He began walking to the Motel, the rhythmic squeezing over Markus being much more relaxing than the rough climb. In about half an hour from capturing Markus, McCree was opening the door to the lovely little room.

Markus could hear his little joyride inside the sneaker slowly coming to a close. The muffled sound of a key turning and a door being unlocked getting the message across quite nicely.

Laying out on top of his bed McCree felt a small movement at his foot inside his sneaker and realized he forgot all about where the little troublemaker was. He kicked the sneaker off, causing Markus to tumble to the floor and land next to the sneaker resting on its side, roughly, but unharmed. "Oww..." He shifted uncomfortably and then stood up. "Hey! That hurt!" He yelled up at the giant who took no heed of him.

"Ahhh, nothin like a refreshing hike wouldn't you say?" McCree gloated, making fun of the supposed criminal.

He heard McCree's voice and wholeheartedly chuckled, his stockholm syndrome kicking in. "I'll say!" The little man responded a little bit more excitedly then he'd intended. "Still no idea what you want from me though, sir." He reminded the cowboy as he rubbed his sore side to relieve the pain from the landing.

It was then that little Markus took a moment to look around. He'd expected to be taken to some kind of warehouse and put in the cage or something equally terrifying but this looked to be a simple motel room. A rather comfy one at that, were it not for its titanic size. He looked up seeing the cowboy's socked feet just barely hanging over the edge of the bed.

"The $10,000 bounty on your head." Jesse stated matter-of-factly. He really didn't pay much attention to Markus' plight, blissfully unaware that he captured a man whose only crime was not staying on the trail.

"Aww... I'm worth that much to somebody?" Markus sighed, feeling somewhat flattered.

"You're Garret Earp, the robber who's been stealing from transports all across this here frontier."

"N-no wait... That's not my name. I'm Ma-" Markus tried to protest when suddenly Jesse sat up on the bed, lowering his foot to pin the little guy down, knocking air out of his lungs. After a moment though he did lift the appendage upwards slightly so as to let the poor fellow take a breath as he was soaked in the pungent scent of McCree's foot.

"As for me, name's McCree, legendary outlaw turned bounty hunter, my diminutive friend... Hmm, maybe I'll turn you in at that size. It'll help the sheriff with cell sizes after all." He chuckled.

"S-seriously... You've got the wrong guy!" The human tried again only to be ignored once more, all while finding it hard to ignore the warm socked sole resting on top of him, his mind ablaze with countless fantasies and an obsessive desire to see that sock taken off.

McCree chuckled to himself as he heard the bug's protests, shaking his head. "I don't care what alias yer usin' this time, you're going away for a long time." He reached down for the little man and lifted him up to his smirking face. Still amused by how easy his job had become with Winston’s gun.


Markus sighed in defeat. He obviously wouldn’t just be able to convince McCree of his innocence it seemed. "Uhm... I-i-if I may though, Mr McCree..." He began hoping that changing his approach would at least provide him with some of McCree's attention. "Since I doubt we'll be resolving this issue tonight... m-may I... M-may I request something of you?"

The cowboy cocked an eyebrow at him.

"You... you obviously seem to enjoy pressing me into the ground like that, p-putting me in my place... May I... May I please s-service your feet for the rest of the evening?"

With a quiet chuckle McCree moved back to lean on the pillow, dropped Markus on the soft mattress and took off his hat, setting it on the bedside table. His toes helped peel the sock off from his foot, revealing the musky appendage, steaming with warmth that radiated all over Markus.

"Yer a weird one I'll give you that, but I don't see no harm in it." McCree showed off the sole of his calloused foot, wiggling his toes in front of the incarcerated miniature criminal. "Git workin' then. My dogs are tired from such a long walk."

"Sir, yes sir!" The little man chimed excitedly giving his giant captor a salute to solidify his dedication even if McCree didn't see or didn't care.

The next moment he rushed towards the hot fleshy surface of the cowboy’s sole hugging it and insistently rubbing his cheek against it as his tiny little hands began slowly massaging the moist sweaty wall in front of him. He savored every breath, every second of being before the god-like man's feet. He was finally able to fulfill his fantasy, he couldn't stop himself as he began licking at the titanic sole. His tongue lapped across the foot, licking up every stray bit of lint and dust, savoring the taste of sweat of the infinitely more powerful man who now held Markus' life in his hands.


As exhaustion began to overtake McCree, he barely noticed the small attention that Markus was giving to his foot. But, he was of course a little weirded out by it. Going with the flow, he raised his foot and flattened Markus to the mattress, just to play with the scrawny fella. "Now that is an odd sense of dedication yah got there." McCree taunted Markus, closing his eyes and settling in the bed.

Markus chuckled at the reaction. Hoping that this dedication of his would help show McCree that he was innocent. "Can't help it, with a handsome strong man like yourself, Mr. McCree!" He said quite honestly, somewhat emboldened by the thought that the cowboy wouldn't take him that seriously anyway.

Markus enjoyed many things being done to his body, pressed, and squeezed. But more so than anything else he enjoyed the feeling of being absolutely powerless to stop McCree from doing it all. Not that he wanted to, but still.

Jesse’s foot idly played with Markus the remainder of the night, squeezing his body at some points, others letting him work at the appendage. Jesse even occasionally pinned the tiny head between his toes, threatening to squeeze the life out of the little guy. His head would be locked between McCree's second and big toes, as he would lick at the space between them, kissing at the sides of each toe as he had no reason to hold back his most hidden desires.

McCree savored the feeling of a plaything at his feet as he rested. He didn't think Markus would be able to escape considering his size, and if he did, he'd likely get snatched up by a falcon or something like that. He rested easy with that knowledge.


When Markus realized that the cowboy fell asleep he stopped to consider things for a moment. He sighed giving the foot one last nuzzle before doing something that was equally brave and stupid. He wiggled out from under the appendage and instead headed upwards towards the titan's face. Noting the mechanical prosthetic arm on his way but only briefly stopping to inspect it.

Soon enough Markus made it all the way up, and after a brief moment of hesitation climbed up onto the pillow and rested next to McCree's face, cuddling up against the man's fluffy beard, quite content to spend the rest of the night like that.

McCree snored throughout the night, humming happily at the odd yet pleasant sensation at his beard.

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As dawn came, sun shined through the window and onto McCree’s face gently waking him up. He would grumble, inhaling deeply, when he noticed something in his beard. He cocked a singular brow. "Can I help you?" He asked, not even realizing what was up at first in his morning stupor. He pulled Markus from his beard, dangling him upside down in the air.

Markus' awakening was a rude one to say the least. Zapped out of the dream and into a reality where he was held up-side-down by the gigantic fingers of a gorgeous beautiful man. He couldn't help but blush as he felt himself dangled side to side easily, blood rushing to his head. Had to be the first time when the vivid images of his fantasies in his dreams paled in comparison to the reality he woke up to, even though, as expected, his body still ached from last night.

"You got a thing for big men don't yah, small fry?" McCree teased. He wondered if this was all some sort of ruse for escape, but honestly his ego wouldn't let him accept that possibility.

Markus nodded, though having to put some effort into it, not used to be hanging like this. "Y-yes..." He admitted shivering slightly at the smell of the cowboy's morning breath, slightly repulsed and yet excited by it all the same. "Regardless of anything else, you're tall, handsome, sporting a glorious beard and an enviable sense of style. Not to mention your current stature... and your... uhm... willingness to toy with me yesterday... That was fun." The little man praised shamelessly. " Could you... uhmm... stop holding me like this though? It's... It’s… disorienting." He said holding a hand to his head in an attempt to stay conscious.


"Hmm." McCree adjusted his hand as per his captive's request, closing it over him while his other moved to turn on the television with the provided remote. Markus was squeezed in the hand, those calloused fingers smelling of black powder from target practice. "Best not get used to me though, because pretty soon here you're going to...”

McCree was interrupted as a news flash appeared on the screen, a female reporter talking about his capture. "That's right, Earp has been captured earlier this morning after he was discovered attempting to break into a penny press machine at the Grand Canyon gift shop. Police have rewarded the bounty to a young boy who beat Earp down with the cast used for his broken arm. More on this at 10:00."

McCree's jaw was agape as he saw the news. Evidently this wasn't Earp at all! He could practically hear Winston proclaiming his embarrassment for him all the way from Gibraltar. He uncurled his hand carefully, an awkward grin on his pearly white teeth. "Or... maybe you're not going to jail…"

Markus was just about to say 'Yeah... I know... ' fully aware of the fact that one way or another he wouldn't be staying with McCree for long regardless of the outcome. The news flash caught the little guy off guard as much as it did McCree.

The shit-eating grin on Markus’ face growing bigger with every passing second as both happiness and excitement culminated in one gloriously loud "HA!" Right in McCree's face. Normally he'd be amused by a criminal being beat up by boy with a cast but the issue of his captivity weighed much more heavily on the little guy's mind. "I told you didn't I?" He was practically bouncing with excitement in the palm of the bigger man's hand and pointing at the TV screen with childish joy. "I told you! I told you!" He exclaimed again and again dropping down on his butt and rocking back and forth as sheer joyous laughter vented all the frustration and fear out of his system.

"Ahhh..." He sighed when he was finally done. "Man... I'm so glad that got cleared up."

Jesse blushed, rubbing at his forehead in embarrassment, groaning to himself all the while Markus gloated at him. Sighed, dropping the young man onto the covers before standing up from the bed. "Yeah yeah, keep it up and I'll step on yah again anyway."

"S-s-sorry." Markus apologized still chuckling and wheezing a little at the whole situation. "It's just hilarious to me." He said as he sat up on the bed sheets and looked up at his embarrassed captor.

McCree surveyed Markus, looking him up and down. "Now what in the devil am I gonna do with you?" Jesse rubbed at his beard, pondering his next move. "Y'ain't gonna report me for kidnapping if I let yah go are yah?" McCree asked, knowing Markus probably wouldn't since he confessed to having a good time, but he wanted to cover all bases.

"Well... You did make me miss the trip event just this morning but... Well what you've given me instead was way more exciting than any old field trip could ever be. I'm Markus, by the way, since you wouldn't listen to me yesterday." The young man smiled and then tilted his head in thought. "But nah... I wouldn't report you. You were doing what you thought was the right thing to do to uphold justice, I respect that." The human admitted. "And uhm... Y-yeah... I'm assuming you can grow me back to normal? It wouldn't be easy for me to do anything, much less report you like this." He noted looking up at the cowboy expectantly.

Jesse raised a brow, chuckling to himself at this, reaching over to pick up Markus. "Well if you had so much fun... why would you wanna get bigger again?" He teased, gently playing with Markus' body, almost like he was an action figure of sorts.

"How about you spend the trip with me, enjoying the Canyon at yer more... smaller size." McCree raised a brow, gently tipping his hand towards his shoe, but not dumping Markus out just yet. It was more of an offer, an invitation. Unless of course you got somewhere else to be?"

"Oh!" Markus gasped in realization as he still chose to hold on to McCree's finger so as not to fall just yet. "I didn't realize that was an option." He said blushing slightly. "W-would you do that? I-I mean... I know it must be pretty awkward to have a little human-shaped gremlin losing his mind over you and your feet but... Could I? Spend some time with you like this, I mean. H-honestly... This sort of thing's been my dream for... the longest time now. I would ask you to keep me with you for the long term but... maybe it's better if it's just this trip for now. I'm not sure yet."

"Well just for this trip then, let's indulge in it." McCree turned his hand over.

"Th-th-though just to say!" Markus grabbed hold of McCree's hand momentarily to prevent himself slipping down until he was done talking. "If you do decide to keep me around for the long run... That would be… interesting and also very exciting." He admitted before letting go and dropping down into Jesse’s sneaker unceremoniously.


The cowboy hummed happily, electing to go without socks for this. Maybe he'd actually get to enjoy the Grand Canyon now. He slid his bare foot into the sneaker, Markus squeezed beneath it as its hairy top portion was hidden from him. Submerged in darkness, Markus felt the steady increase in heat as McCree stepped from the room. It began to feel slightly wet in there, making it difficult to distinguish between Markus' sweat and McCree’s. The air inside was thick and pungent with Jesse’s masculinity. He stared out over the desert, split by the canyon, the dry air feeing familiar and comforting.

The only impressive vista for Markus' eyes though to scour remained purely to be McCree's big toe, as it pressed on his face. Jesse stood on the ridge of the Canyon, as tourists walked past, a couple pointing out the ridiculous looking cowboy in sneakers.

Idly, McCree smooshed Markus' head between his toes, soaking him in the build up between them. All the while he looked over that magnificent valley, he thought to himself about what he would do with Markus, pondering his fate.

He felt the weight of the foot crash down onto him, the massive toes pressing at either side of his head as he basked in both the scent that permeated the air and the feeling of being little more than a pebble stuck in McCree shoe.

And that was more or less what the next several hours had been for little Markus. And he was quite content with that position. He would feel the cowboy's rhythmic steps and every now and again he would stop and smother the little man's face with his toes.

Throughout it all, Markus could only think of two things: whether McCree would want to keep him around, and whether he himself would want that as well. As the toe would press down on him deliberately, Markus would also wonder what was going through the cowboy's head at that moment.


It was much later that Markus felt the foot slip out of the shoe and McCree's face shining in through the opening of the sneaker as Markus approached it and made an effort to look outside, finding the Cowboy sat down near what appeared to be a body of water. "Heya." He greeted as he pulled himself up on the edge and look around, noting the water just a short distance away.. "What's up? Want me to wash your feet or something?"

McCree smiled back at Markus, wiggling his toes in the air as he gently dipped the foot into the water, with a soft submerging "bloop." He had found this small pond while surveying the canyon, and noticing it in the distance. Ignoring all warnings of traversing the bottom, he climbed down a rather nice trail and relaxed next to the pond.

"That is exactly what I want you to do Markus... would you be a dear and handle that?" McCree raised his foot from the water, some of it washing the grime and dirt away, while the rest required scrubbing. McCree wiggled his toes, gently flicking some water at Markus as he was set to just enjoy the afternoon sun together.

"Agh!" The human shivered at the drops of water being flung his way. "Sure thing." He nodded as he recovered. He climbed out of the sneaker and got himself situated in the water, only a little annoyed by having to wet his clothing but not really minding it. He proceeded to carefully and thoroughly work as instructed, taking care to not only clean but help McCree relax as well.


"So... Can I ask you something?" The little guy finally spoke up afer a while "What's your deal with this? I mean... I'm curious how you got that shrink ray and all but I'm more curious as to why you're letting me do all this." The little man continued as he gently pulled at the hairs that decorated the tops of McCree's toes soon finding joy in the simple act of brushing his cheek against them. "Do you get a kick of having a little admirer? Someone to boss about? Is it just that you enjoy the sensation of me being at your feet? Or is it a product of some strange fascination with tiny beings? I'm just wondering cuz... Well... If you do keep me around it'd kinda suck if you get bored of me doing all this just a couple weeks in." He lowered his head slight, not really ready to accept that development. "Cuz I... And it could be my crush on you speaking right now but I... I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life tending to you like this, doing anything you want, anything I can do."

Jesse heard Markus out before he allowed himself to respond. "Well, the story behind this thing is..." He drew the ray out from its holster on his belt. He spun it around a little bit, showing off his practiced skills with such techniques. "I got it from a friend, a scientist working for Overwatch. Wanted to make bounty hunting easier for me." He skipped the part where that friend was a gorilla, not willing to explain that whole situation. "I used to work there, then after it shut down, I'm now out here. Shrinking fellas down makes things easier on yourself after all, much less of a hassle."

"Overwatch, huh?" The little guy whispered thoughtfully, the name of the organization calling some distant memories to mind. "So... how'd it work out for you, shrinking criminals and such? Did many of them freak out over it? Telling nightmarish stories and losing sanity in their cells?" The human chuckled, imagining how ridiculous the story of being shrunk by a cowboy in sneakers would sound.

McCree smiled, gently nudging Markus with his foot as he asked the question, pondering at all his successful bounty hunts over the years. He hummed, shrugging his shoulders. "Quite a few were freaked out about it. One thought trying to stab me at such a size was a good idea, right before he got smashed. But I always grew them back."

"Smashed as in..." Markus was about to ask before changing his mind. "Actually, nevermind. I don't really wanna know."

The cowboy hummed, thinking about all the good deeds he had accomplished in recent memory, savoring that small feeling it gave him. "When I caught you though it felt a little different. It was more fun. I guess now I've got a little friend who actually enjoys being a plaything for a big ol' cowboy like myself... and the feet stuff is just icing on the cake. Feeds that ego of mine, ya know?"

"I don't suppose you put captives in your boots often then, huh?" Markus wondered. "Gee... Makes me feel special." He chuckled and playfully punched the foot in front of him.

"As for you staying with me, well..." McCree leaned forward, his gear clunking softly against itself. "I reckon it's hard for me to say no. If you don't mind of course... yah can always back out when it gets boring or not fun for yerself."

Markus actually took a few steps away from the appendage to have a better look up at McCree as he considered all of his options. "That would be... Pretty awesome actually." He nodded. "Though... I do have some terms since I won't be able to do much by myself." He took a deep breath. "You'd have to look out for me, so as not to lose me somewhere along the way, and I'm going to have to rely on you for food and water and such so... you'll have to keep that in mind.” And, most importantly perhaps, I want to have unlimited access to touching your beard and sleeping in your socks." The little guy proclaimed with a mischievous smirk. "If you can do that, I'll be more than happy to stay with you as your little plaything for as long as you'll have me."

Jesse pulled out one of his cigarettes, placing it into his mouth but not bothering to light it. He just enjoyed Markus' company for now. "Well... I killed my pet cactus when I was a kid, but I think I can handle a scrawny fella like yourself... speaking of which we need to get some food into yah. What do you say we stop by a burger joint when we're done here, little insole?" McCree posed the idea, almost like it was a little date, as he brought his lighter up to his cigarette, setting fire to the end and inhaling.

"Well a pet cactus won't yell at you for not keeping it well-nourished. I will." Markus warned with a lighthearted chuckle before taking a few steps forward. "And sure. That sounds downright splendid. Though I probably won't need a whole burger to myself." He let out a short laugh. "Oh and... speaking of my terms..." The human stood still and reached his arms up towards the cowboy's face. "Gimme that beard!" He exclaimed making grabby motions at it. "I wanna hug it!"

Jesse smiled at his little companion, reaching down by his feet to lift him up to his chin. The big cowboy moaned happily at Markus, pressing him into that beard closely. The fine hair tickled Markus' body, feeling warm to the touch as it radiates with heat. McCree sighed and they sat there like that for a good while, just enjoying each other's presence.