Malcolm x Raylan: Cowboy Surprise

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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"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."
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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.
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"One day you'll let me see it all clean and wild and unmanaged, right? For longer than it normally takes you to get somethin' in it."
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"You said you were going to be here a week?"
Casual. Like he didn't remember vividly. Like he wasn't already counting the seconds.
"You might catch me with natural air-dried hair," he said coyly. "At some point." Like all afternoon after the shower. Like the next morning. "Rinse," he warned, stepping so Raylan was under the water again.
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Raylan moved back into the water, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back and worked the suds out of his hair, making quick work of it. With a few extra strokes of his hands, Raylan stepped back.
"Conditioner? Which of these do you use anyway?" He wanted to know what he was smelling on Malcolm, since he had the chance.
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"Is there one that makes someone more anxious?" he asked, tone lifting at the end like it might be possible. "Like.. patchouli?"
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"You got a favorite scent?" He leaned against the shower wall to watch Malcolm, arms crossing over each other.
Every place was a good place for a lean.
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"And I don't think I've ever paid attention to the smell of tea, any kind."
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"I'm not sure I can judge. I don't really know what 'normal' is," he admitted.
He leaned up to press another gentle kiss to Raylan's mouth before backing himself under the spray to wash the shampoo off.
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Once Malcolm finished rinsing his hair, Raylan maneuvered him into trading spots so he could rinse out his own real quick before stepping forward and out of the shower spray.
"You finish up, I'm gonna towel off and get dressed so that one of us looks decent before this food gets here," he declared, reaching to steal another kiss from Malcolm before stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel.
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Raylan's departure from the shower was unexpected, but he was probably right about the time. He took his time with conditioner and body wash and then dried off, wrapping a towel around his waist to head out to the bedroom and grab fresh sweatpants and a clean t-shirt, just in case that was the moment the delivery person was in the doorway.
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"Just in time," he praise. "Hasn't been here but a minute. Don't know about you, but I've worked up an appitite."
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Glancing down, he noticed Raylan's pants. He gave the waistband a small snap.
"Do these mean you're going to try yoga in the morning?"
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The snap of his waist band made him bend away from it a little in a playful way with a smirk as he picked up his fork, happy enough with Malcolm guesses so far to not question this one.
"Don't know.. Maybe." Raylan glanced at him coyly. "If I were to, would you go easy on me?" He'd almost said 'An old Man' but he couldn't bring himself to do that yet. Early Forty somethings was the prime...
... right?
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"Beginners start at the beginning," he noted. "But I think you'll find your... core strength will lend itself well."
He ate a small bite of rice, then got a glass down and filled it from a bottle of sparkling water from the fridge.
"Want anything to drink? I have a few beers in there, if mineral water doesn't sound good."
A six-pack, actually, of the brand Raylan had at Arlo's. Untouched.
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He took a bite of his food and watched Malcolm move about, speaking again once he'd settled. "Thought it might do to have something other than my jeans to slack around your house in. Walking around in just boxers here seems like a very dangerous decision."
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Raylan's eyebrows lifted at the hypothetical, happy that Malcolm was quick to add that important addendum because he was going to have worried questions if that was something he had to mind. He nodded as he worked another bite onto his fork.
"Well. Can't say I blame a mother who's worrying..." He eyed Malcolm. "Maybe she'll calm down in a few months." Once she learned about them, once she saw the effect Raylan had on Malcolm. Maybe.
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"Twenty years in, I'll wear her down eventually." He looked at Raylan. "I promised you a tour of the townhouse. She'll be there. Is that okay?"
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He didn't know how he'd be - probably awkward and a little too polite but he'd burn that bridge when he gets to it.
"And on my best behavior." Well, as best as he could manage that, considering what happened last time.
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BAT. BASEBALL BAT. Shit, myself. :|
i knew what u meant <3
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He's gonna stop him before they hit the stairs.
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