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.

Comments

[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.

[tinstar]

He didn't notice his own half breathed grunts as he pounded away, nor how long he'd been moving, but he didn't stop until the crawl of pressure at the base of his spine coiled too tightly to fight against anymore. He didn't bother warning Malcolm beyond the tight hitch of a sound at the back of his throat as he emptied himself, thrusting a few more times as he slowed, slacking heavily into Malcolm's arms a moment later.

"I missed you," he muttered breathlessly against Malcolm's shoulder.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm wrapped his arms around him, grinning at those words, pressing a kiss into Raylan's hair.

"You were right," he panted. "Two months was too long."

[tinstar]

Raylan's body was buzzing, heartbeat drumming loudly in his ears and he knew he would have to take a second before even thinking about moving again. He rumbled a note of agreement and pressed a kiss against Malcolm's shoulder as his hips shifted and separated them into two people again.

Normally, he'd go for clean up but he still hadn't caught his breath and had to settle for flopping over onto his back to spare Malcolm's sheets as much as he could. He rolled his head left to look over at Malcolm and his mused hair.

Art was going to figure it out soon. Tim had pretty much figured it out and Raylan had no idea how much Rachel knew. Even Winona knew that something was up. Raylan couldn't help but want to let them know.

"Lessons learned," he said, smiling softly. "Shower? I don't know how much of that timer we've got left. Probably plenty."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm assumed everyone in Raylan's life was in the dark. Having been to Kentucky, he'd never push, but he would definitely not be able to stop a rush of happiness if he knew Raylan wanted anyone to know, even if he didn't feel like he could actually tell them.

Malcolm still felt boneless and elated and he flopped his left arm up to check the watch on the inside of his wrist.

"About... twenty minutes." He looked at Raylan. "I have four kinds of shampoo. Your choice," he said with a grin, leaning over to press a kiss to his temple before pushing himself up and scooting off the bed. He glanced over, still smiling broadly, as he walked over to the bathroom. He took off his watch and dropped it on the counter beside the sink before turning to the shower, running the water and adjusting the temperature to make it comfortable.

[tinstar]

His face curled and bobbed in a shrug of expression that came down to 'Not bad' and ended in a smile at the kiss in his hair, eyes following Malcolm for a few moments before he pushed himself up to follow.

Raylan had to use two fingers to work his watch off but he did and he dropped it next to Malcolm's.

"I'm almost scared to ask why.. Who needs that much shampoo?" he asked with a little quirk of his grin as he followed Malcolm into his equally fancy shower.

[abrightboy]

"Someone who likes choice... variety... " Malcolm tugged Raylan under the water and washed his stomach off, then slid his hands down to rinse off Raylan's intimate areas before he reached up to make sure his hair got properly wet through. "And whose hair has moods."

[tinstar]

He chuckled and let Malcolm pull him into the water, settling his hands on Malcolm's hips as he watched him wash him off. There was a jump of his stomach, eyes closing with a little rumble from the back of his throat as Malcolm cleaned between his legs. It only took a lean of his hips to bring theirs together, humming again as Malcolm wet his hair.

"Moods, huh? Can't all be as well behaved as yours, with all that product keeping it in place." Raylan smirked. "I'll let you choose, how about that. In all your good taste."

[abrightboy]

"You'd think, but the product has its hands full and can't even always manage it."

He chose a boutique men's shampoo that smelled faintly of sage and squeezed some into his hand before threading his fingers up into Raylan's hair to work it in.