Malcolm x Raylan: Cowboy Surprise

[tinstar]

Art was suspicious right off the bat when Raylan took a week off with the express note that his phone would be Out Of Order til the next Monday, but the Chief Marshal wasn't going to look gift horses in the mouth. Not when it suggested he'd have a few days of peace, until Raylan caved to turning his phone back on again. Still, he watched the younger Marshal walk out of the office and promised himself to check into the state of Harlan within 3 days to make sure that the place wasn't on fire. The smoke would reach him before he called, he was sure.

But Art didn't have much to worry about - Raylan had no plans on staying in the state for his vacation, beyond one day spent closing up Arlo's and securing it the best way he could before getting on a plane to New York City. He wanted to surprise Malcolm - it'd been near two months since they'd last seen each other and frankly, Raylan was tired of missing him. They'd called and texted, stayed in a fairly consistent, if odd houred, touch but it wasn't the same.

Once he landed, Raylan rented a car and navigated his way towards Malcolm's apartment, stopping to grab a bouquet of flowers. It was.. Extra, but Raylan didn't want to show up empty handed, just in case. Thirty minutes later, Malcolm's door buzzer was being hit, like Raylan was here to deliver something. Well, he was, but that was half the fun.

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[abrightboy]

Raylan was so uniquely capable of making his brain stutter and he was still dazed as Raylan turned him around.

Bed. Yes.

And he liked the little commanding note to Raylan's voice. Gentle but compelling.

"Bed."

He was careful not to trip over the step up, eager to get there and get his hands on Raylan again, turning in his arms as they arrived to kiss him deeply, grasping his face in both hands.

[tinstar]

It would have been a terrible way to spend a vacation if one of them tripped on that step up and cracked their head and Malcolm was far too distracting when he was facing him - danger never took a day off.

But once they were over it, Raylan could be recollected and he wasted no time in picking Malcolm up and settling him around his hips, using one hand to help keep his weight there as Raylan laid them carefully onto the bed. The kiss had the rest of the world bleeding out from around them and Raylan lost himself in the twisting of their tongues and the way they fit together.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm wrapped his legs around Raylan to help keep him there and as they landed on the bed, he slid his arms around him too, one hand sliding up into his hair to thread his fingers through it.

As the kiss broke for air, Malcolm kept his face close to Raylan's, his eyes drifting along its lines and features, studying them, remembering them, memorizing them.

"No matter how good I remember this being, it's always better," he murmured.

[tinstar]

Mm. Words. Those were going to be hard. Raylan surveyed the lines and fond tilt of Malcolm's everything underneath him and smiled crookedly at the words. "Glad I live up to expectations," he hummed, stealing another nipping kiss before continuing. "I think about this more than I should. Having you under me, around me.. We're not going two months again," he warned.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiled broadly at that warning. "I can make short visits more often." He kissed him. "I have space between cases. I can come to Lexington," he promised breathlessly, kissing him again, arching his back to press against Raylan more.

[tinstar]

"Day long trips; we can start early," he murmured back as one hand found its way up the new space under Malcolm's back as he hitched a hungry sound in the back of his throat, hips pushing forward to rub them together messily between their stomachs. Raylan didn't know where to start, free hand palming up Malcolm's chest close enough that his fingers danced along the bottom of Malcolm's throat before it changed direction and slid back down to grip at his hip as Raylan's moved forward again.

[abrightboy]

The friction hit in just the right spot and Malcolm broke the kiss with a gasp, grabbing Raylan's shoulder, his hand in Raylan's hair tightening.

[tinstar]

The reaction set everything in Raylan's head off and his hand moved to grasp the both of them, stroking their lengths in a few, brief but fluid motions.

"Blowjobs aside-" His mind had been places, okay? "You got any lube or lotion in these drawers? I want to take all forty of these minutes to make you make all those sexy little noises."

[abrightboy]

His brain was barely functioning and the forty minutes of sexy noises remark definitely make some neurons short out. It took him a second to process that there was a question for him.

"L... yes. The... the drawer beside the bed." He lifted his hand from Raylan's shoulder to point towards the night stand, the hand in his hair sliding down along his neck. "There."

[tinstar]

Raylan stole another kiss with a rough, primal little growl before he pulled away to haphazardly shuffle over the bed to the nightstand. The drawer was pulled open and Raylan rifled til he found an appropriate looking bottle, crawling back over on top of Malcolm before leaning back on his hunches and slathering a good size dollop on his fingers.

He looked at Malcolm from under his eyebrows as the bottle was clicked shut for a moment, his free hand spreading his legs.

"Tell me if its not okay," he cautioned softly, smearing Malcolm center for a long moment before gently working his digits in.

[abrightboy]

God, that sound was sexy and he tilted his head so he could watch Raylan's brief excursion to the drawer.

He nodded at the instructions, but the direction was more than okay with him. As Raylan pushed a finger in, he shifted slightly for a better angle, but he watched the other man's face, his own flush with excitement and arousal and anticipation.

Two months was too long.

[tinstar]

There was no helping the lick and bite of Raylan's lip as he looked up at Malcolm's face, the echo of his last gasp still burning through the taller man's veins. He remembered their last times, and how they eased into it for several bursts of passion, but he was hungry and wound tight. It wouldn't do, today, and Raylan refused to hurt Malcolm.

One finger slowly grew into two that pushed two knuckles deep, off hand absently rubbing his thumb in the soft inner corner of Malcolm's hip as he started thrusting, spreading and prepping Malcolm for what he aimed to bring.

[abrightboy]

A shaky breath and a nod of further consent as he shifted his hips to meet Raylan's hand. Again, he tried to focus on staying relaxed, to help things along because he wanted it too. He wanted Raylan's skin against his, he wanted the hungry kisses until he was too overcome to manage them, he wanted ever feral sound that burst from his throat.

[tinstar]

Once Raylan could settle his fingers into something of a pace, he could move back forward, moving Malcolm's leg between his own so they weren't trying to bend the man in half so he could pull Malcolm up the half inch into a demanding kiss.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm moaned into the kiss, the hunger in Raylan's touch, the friction between their bodies, his fingers pushing into Malcolm.

"I'm ready," he murmured against Raylan's mouth.

[tinstar]

He hummed his acknowledgement, fingers slowing as he lingered in the kiss before pulling away and shifting again, pausing to add more lube to himself and repositioning over Malcolm, length already pushing. Raylan sighed out another rough note in satisfaction as he hung his face close to Malcolm's, watching it shift as his first stroke shifted quickly into a deep thrust that was followed with another until his hips were snapping forward in rapid pace.

[abrightboy]

His breathing drew quick and shallow, his hand sliding back up into Raylan's hair, his knees pulling up around Raylan's ribs, urging him on with soft grunts and gasps.

[tinstar]

Raylan ate those sounds up, breathing out his own heavy half hitched sounds as his head bowed a little in Malcolm's hands, hips rolling to stir himself in him with each thrust. "I love hearing you," Raylan muttered between breaths, body tight and firm with his needy movements.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm couldn't answer that, breathless and overcome as he was, but his hand squeezed Raylan's shoulder and he lifted his head to press his temple to Raylan's temple as he met each thrust just as needfully, stoking the friction between them and making him gasp louder as Raylan's body stroked against him in its movement.

[tinstar]

He let out an uneven breath as he leaned his head on Malcolm's for a moment before his lips fell to find Malcolm's neck so his head could tuck there a second later, dropping his weight down a little more heavily with each stroke. His plans for taking all of the forty minutes was starting to wane but Raylan was trying to hold off his own pleasure under the assault of sensation.

[abrightboy]

Forty minutes was an ambitious goal after such a lengthy desert of sensation and Malcolm wasn't sure he could last that long, arching his back into Raylan with each thrust for maximum friction, more hungry with each.

"Raylan..." he gasped near Raylan's ear.

[tinstar]

Malcolm not lasting that long was entirely the point. Raylan wanted to leave his knees weak and shaking, leave his body almost aching in its memory of him and properly breathless. But he'd always been a little greedy with his lovers in bed. The plea only made him move faster, pushing deeper, and there was a faint prick of sweat starting to slick Raylan's shoulders.

[abrightboy]

A strangled sort of a moan against Raylan's shoulder accompanied an out of beat shudder of his body and slick warmth between them; Malcolm couldn't manage to hold on much past his warning and he clutched Raylan more tightly between his knees.

[tinstar]

Raylan's hips bucked and held for a full second as Malcolm clenched around him, earning a rough moan that fell into a ragged breath as he started moving again. As he did, he pulled his head back just enough to grant him the room to kiss Malcolm messily.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm's hand slid from Raylan's shoulder up to his jaw and he returned the kiss eagerly in all its messy hunger, still meeting the movement of Raylan's hips with his own.