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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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Malcolm hadn't urged this sort of attention before for various reasons: he'd never had it before, he wanted to let Raylan dictate a pace he was comfortable with, and - also a concern about Raylan's potential comfort or lack thereof - he didn't know if encountering stubble on this journey would put him off.

But it was worth the wait, because it was amazing. He was definitely catching on to how much better and more experienced Raylan was in bed than he was and it was almost hilarious that he'd been the teacher early on.

The shift in friction, its timing with the nip, made him gasp, arching into Raylan a little.

The stubble hadn't put him off at all, and Raylan was pretty sure he'd settled on a full throttle pace. Love meant a lot of things, but to Raylan, it meant that his pride took a back seat sometimes. He trusted Malcolm with this, this part of him he didn't know what there and he wasn't going to shrink away from it.

A thumb turned under Malcolm's jaw as Raylan let go to kiss further down towards the center of Malcolm's chest before his weight was lifting slightly so he could facilitate the downward movement that came with traveling lips. His shirt would catch and start to pull up on Malcolm's belt, but he didn't mind. Hot breath trailed over the firm flat of skin, only to land on his nipple that was swirled by Raylan's tongue as his right hand slid down and over the front of Malcolm's shoulder.

The hand at Raylan's back trailed back to his shoulder as he moved along Malcolm's body, the friction between their bodies as he moved and the heat of his mouth combining into a sort of heady electricity. The hand in Raylan's hair stayed there for now; it could still reach. He tightened his grasp on it a little when Raylan's tongue swept around his nipple.

"Oh my god," he exclaimed, partly from the play of sensations and partly because he was already imagining what it would be like to do this to the firm lines of Raylan's long, lean body.

Fuck, hearing that was sexy. Malcolm reacted like a virgin and Raylan chuckled to himself as he moved over to the other one, letting his lips ghost on Malcolm's skin as he went. The other nipple got a little nip of it's own, just gauge the contrast in reaction. He didn't expect another 'oh god'.. right now, anyway.

He lingered, pressing kisses down Malcolm's ribs before breathing a hum as he brushed the tip of his nose up Malcolm's center line so he could eye the guy who'd turned his world on it's side. "Don't ever be 'shamed of those noises," he said, accent a little thicker in the moment.

But the eye contact, broken up by wisps of his wayward bangs, was short. Raylan slowly kissed his way down Malcolm's stomach, off hand sliding up his leg to come up and start tugging his belt open.

He felt pretty vastly inexperienced next to Raylan, but a credit to the man that it didn't make him feel inadequate. Quite the opposite, actually. He felt like the centre of the universe.

Especially when Raylan looked at him from down there like that.

Don't ever be 'shamed of those noises drew an incoherent sound from the back of his throat.

And then Raylan was opening his belt. Oh. Oh.

Well, he'd have never done this on his mother's couch, where staff could walk in... but he didn't want it to stop. There was no staff here.

It wasn't going that far; Raylan had never minded working down south on his lovers but a cock was no stubble and that was an obstacle of its own. No, what he wanted was the suggestion of the idea in the back of Malcolm's head. Once the belt was open, Raylan popped the button and a quarter of the zipper - enough to open and pull down one side of his pants, gaining access to the cut in Malcolm's hip, where he placed a kiss before nipping there.

His lips took a detour across the velvet soft skin of Malcolm's lower stomach before making his way back up his body. Soon enough, Raylan was hovering back over him and kissing him again with the same measured exploration, tongue rolling in to taste coffee and scotch to match the fine fabric against his arm.

That nip at his hip was unexpected and made him gasp louder and by the time Raylan's mouth was on his again, he felt like he was buzzing with heat and electricity, his hands sliding up Raylan's arms to splay on his shoulders before one of them slid back up into his hair, meeting the kiss passionately, humming into Raylan's mouth.

When the kiss broke, he was breathless. His eyes wandered the contours of Raylan's face.

"You're amazing," he murmured.

Raylan felt a little drunk on his kiss and the hands sliding over his shoulders and mussing his hair. He hummed a smile at the compliment as his off hand came up to settle on Malcolm's waist, thumb brushing back and forth.

"I bet you say that to all the cowboys," he teased quietly, eyes narrowing fractionally with playfulness before Raylan was kissing him softly, breaking it a few moments later so he could continue. "No real practice on this particular field, but I think we'll figure it out together."

I bet you say that to all the cowboys made him laugh in the most carefree way, until the subsequent kiss took his breath away with its tenderness.

He swallowed at Raylan's assurance. "You're doing great," he whispered, clearly an understatement based on the naked adoration on his face, before lifting his head to meet Raylan's mouth again, wanting more of that tender passion, more of the trail of heat Raylan's hands left wherever they fell. more of this intimacy that went well beyond the physical.

Ah, he loved that sound too. That light laughter that he's certain Malcolm doesn't let out enough, or didn't really have a reason to, before now. He hummed a passing note of warm agreement as Malcolm kissed him again, and he let his weight come back down for it, hand sliding up and over Malcolm's chest as it traveled towards his shoulder, fingers finding their way back to the edge of his neck.

It might look like nothing, especially with the raw knowhow and practice that Raylan had, but the sliding hand up Malcolm's chest was a new battle as Raylan was paying full and unbroken attention to the fire Malcolm put in his veins.

Yeah, there was no question - he was in love and there was no saving him.

As the kiss broke, Malcolm looked up at him, threading his fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face with a fond smile.

"Did you really do this when you were a teenager?"

Hot athletes really had it all.

"This?" Raylan chuckled. "Not quite. This is definitely some 'Your mother doesn't live here' making out. I was more a .. Under the bleachers, behind the school, up in your barn loft kinda teenager. Makin' out in the woods is sexier than you might think, dirt and sticks aside."

He'd suggest that they try it sometime but he couldn't introduce an idea he couldn't follow through with but, he'd like to.

"Nothing to hold up to a collage closet. How'd you get in there anyway?"

He laughed. "Um. She pulled me in there." His fingers trailed down behind Raylan's ear. "I think she was trying to make someone else jealous, actually, but... that was fine. I was okay with that."

"There are worse reasons to be drug into a closet," he granted with a spread of his grin. "And you're very easy on the eyes. Sounds like 'Seven minutes in Heaven'. One of those party games that ended with two people makin' out in a nearby closet."

Just for the hell of it, Raylan kissed him again, lingering selfishly on his lips. "But I hope it doesn't hold a candle to this."

He doubted it would.

It was possible a game was being played that night that he hadn't been aware of. But before he could consider that in any depth, Raylan's lips were on his again and his hand tightened a little at the nape of Raylan's neck.

"Hm? Candles? Oh. No. Definitely not," he replied breathlessly, his other hand tracing circles on the back of Raylan's shoulder with two of his fingers. "Nothing's ever held a candle to this."

"Glad to know I'm ranking top, in candles or otherwise," he said with a curl of his lips. "Can I ask you something? I know you're not a virgin but.. you've never laid in bed with someone and just.. explored them?"

Of course, there was a difference in making out and the slow exploration that Raylan had chosen, however subtle, but this kind of lazy, pillow talk exploration felt like it went hand in hand with sex. Maybe that was just his personal experience too, once he was old enough to appreciate being aroused without immediately stickin' his dick into something for gratification.

It went hand in hand with intimacy - real intimacy - he was learning.

"I've...done it a little. Nobody had ever done it to me before now... And I've laid in bed talking to lovers before..." He smiled a little self-deprecatingly. "I think... it's a level of intimacy one maybe doesn't have the patience for the first few times and... I've only been with a couple of people...long enough." He looked at Raylan, his eyes scanning his face. "And one of them's you."

"Mm. Never too late to start. Practice makes perfect," he said, quirking a soft smile. "And unless you plan on expanding that number, I am very happy to be part of of the exclusive group." And he was; there was no lie, even fractionally, in him.

"I do not plan to expand that number," he said, sliding his hand idly from Raylan's shoulder down his arm and back up to his shoulder.

He didn't see how he could ever find anyone else both relentlessly attractive and endlessly tolerant of his issues, where he could lie on a couch with them largely clothed and feel more vulnerable and connected to them than he's ever felt naked and entwined.

"I don't want to expand that number. I want... this."

Raylan's smile spread and there was a more than a little self satisfaction in that. "I am not goin' anywhere," he promised. "Which you might come to regret, left alone, I snore terribly. Shake your shiny weapons right out of their case."

But he was grinning again, completely unserious in the warning. He was happy, and even though he knew this moment itself wasn't going to last forever, he didn't want to think about the ugliness out in the world or what it could bring to their doorstep. He was too happy with possibly having a doorstep, in such a way.

"Might have to soundproof the bedroom in Miami for other reasons too," he finished with a bounce of his eyebrows as he leaned down to busy Malcolm's mouth with his own.

He submitted completely to that busying, leaning up into that kiss, his hand finding its way back up into his hair.

"Snoring isn't a problem," he murmured when it broke. "I don't sleep much." He kissed him again. "Can't be woken when I do." And kissed him again.

"Seems like we're in luck then, huh," Raylan rumbled with a pleased tone, having met each kiss and leaving another one on Malcolm's lips before shifting down to lay his head on Malcolm's chest, sighing deeply once he'd settled.

He liked the steady drum of sound under his ear and the way breath sounded underneath him.

"Its not weird that we're talkin' like this after only two months, right?" He'd tried, goddamnit, he had.

God, how was Raylan settling in there on him like that even better than making out? One of his hands rested on Raylan's upper arm and the other nestled in his hair.

"Well, it's not really two months. I was in Kentucky two months ago. But a couple months before that, you were in New York. And we met a few months before that and I stayed at your house... so really it's been over six months."

"Since we've been knowin' each other," Raylan pointed out. "Only two months since we.. came to any kinda formalization about it.." He turned his head up, one hand coming to prop flat under his chin. "Or are we counting from my first time in New York, first kiss kinda thing?"

"Um. We did a lot more than kiss when you first came to New York," Malcolm pointed out with a grin. "I know you weren't... sure about this back then, but... you also initiated it."

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