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]

"Am I? Because I was feeling pretty lucky when that happened," he retorted with a grin. "But I'm also feeling pretty lucky right now. You must be my lucky charm."

[tinstar]

"The tallest rabbit foot you'll ever see," he said, slipping one leg over Malcolm's as one hand came up to rest on Malcolm's left hand.

The move was a simple but effective one - Raylan pulled Malcolm's wrist and the weight support that came with it to roll them over in a swift swing of weight.

"But luck goes both ways here," he continued with a curl of his smile, face drawn close to Malcolm's. "And I'm feeling some kinda way." The good kind of way, if the kiss he followed the words with were any indication.

Malcolm was good, and hot, and loved him; how could he feel any other way?

[abrightboy]

With the slide of Raylan's leg, Malcolm had a feeling it was coming, but with the sudden roll, so swooped his stomach and he met the kiss with equal ardour, one hand coming to rest lightly at his ribs and the other wrapping around his back.

He found a lot of comfort in Raylan's weight on him. He liked the warmth of it. He felt grounded by it.

"Me too," he murmured as the kiss broke. The hand at Raylan's back was drawn up so he could reach up and smooth it through Raylan's bedhead.

And they still had lots of days. That was what Raylan said the night before. Imagine taking their time like this on any Saturday morning they pleased.

One day.

He smiled softly up at him.

"Are you sure you don't want to try a Feather Peacock?" he teased. "I'll hold your legs." And, glancing around, almost in the same breath. "Does making out on a mat on the floor count anywhere on that list you had?" he added, looking up at him again.

[tinstar]

Raylan seemed to breathe that answer in like it was the air he needed and hummed softly in response as Malcolm's hands started moving over him, sending a rolling heat through his body. Dark hazel eyes flitted over Malcolm's face and the way that soft smile turned all of his features up to ten.

"Maybe tomorrow," he muttered back with a quirk of his smile before huffing an amused breath. "It does, but I don't have any intention of stoppin' there." The sultry promise was capped with a kiss the deepened evenly as Raylan slid a hand up Malcolm's side to get under that t-shirt and touch that skin that had teased him when he woke up.

[abrightboy]

Raylan was always so full of good answers and Malcolm arched his back to press up against him as he returned the kiss, his fingertips pressing a little harder into Raylan's skin at his ribs while the other hand came to rest at the nape of his neck.

[tinstar]

He hummed into the kiss, hand slipping under Malcolm's arched back for a second before moving back around up his chest, palm smoothing down the hairless firm length of him to catch the edge of Malcolm's shirt and pull it up. He wanted them naked and tangled together, hopefully in short, sweaty order.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm was eager to help wriggle out of that shirt, tossing it aside once it was over his head, so he could enjoy Raylan's skin against his own, leaning up into another kiss. He pulled his legs up and, once more, hooked his toes in Raylan's waistband to push his sleep pants down over his hips.

"I feel like a lifetime of flexibility training is all becoming worth it," he murmured against Raylan's mouth with a laugh.

Getting made fun of for dancing ballet was so worth it in retrospect, when he could undress his boyfriend by just using his feet.

[tinstar]

Not wearing a shirt to bed was clearly the best decision he'd made in the past 12 hours. He growled a little note of satisfaction into the kiss as their bodies came back together, hand setting around Malcolm's ribs. The toes at his hips made him chuckle as the kiss broke, though that definition was challenged by how close they kept each other, hips lifting to help allow them to be pushed down his frame.

"Let me give you every opportunity to use that flexibility," Raylan promised with a throaty tone as his hips settled back down, cock unignorable as it pressed into Malcolm's hips. "I can think of all sorts of places to test it out. Bend you over, stretch you out," he continued headily before kissing Malcolm again with a hungry kind of claim.

[abrightboy]

Bend you over, stretch you out... He doubtless felt Malcolm twitch through the thin layer of sweatpants that still came between them, but it was hard to focus on anything when Raylan was kissing him like that. Being very obviously desired was a heady thing and the hand at Raylan's ribs slid around to his back and then up his spine a little, splaying between his shoulderblades, holding him close. He was almost painfully hard. Raylan got that rise out of him so deftly.

[tinstar]

There was no missing the twitch against him or the need in Malcolm's hands as they kissed, a reaction that did its job of encouraging Raylan on. With a lift of his face, he broke the kiss and pulled back, hands tugging at Malcolm's sweatpants and helping them off lifted legs to throw them to the side before coming back down with a satisfied sound.

"I don't think we need kid gloves anymore," he muttered, brushing his lips across Malcolm's, not quite kissing him, not quite allowing himself to be kissed. "Especially not here in the middle of your kitchen."

Raylan kissed him again, hips pushing forward a little bit to enjoy the faint amount of friction against the velvet length against him, as one hand slid down Malcolm's leg and to his knee, pulling it up over his hip.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm's mouth followed his, even as they didn't quite touch, humming into it when they finally did, curling his leg across Raylan's back once it was guided over his hip.

"Or possibly my living room," he teased. "But definitely my floor," he murmured, grasping his shoulder.

[tinstar]

"Definitely," he muttered back with a hint of a laugh in his everything before kissing him again as his hand moved back up and slipped between them to grab their cocks, stroking them with an easy hand. He hadn't been joking about what he wanted to do to Malcolm, but he also wasn't rushing.

Saturday mornings with Malcolm were going to radically rescheduled, once they had the freedom to be.

[abrightboy]

That kiss got a small, throaty moan at the extra attention from Raylan's hand and Malcolm's fingers fell lightly on Raylan's cheek, while his other hand slid slowly back down his back.

[tinstar]

It still amazed Raylan how Malcolm's little sounds sent fire through him, and he kissed him a little more ardently for it, breaking it with half a pant as their foreheads rolled together. He loved being touched but what he wanted in the moment clashed with it, leaving him half torn between his own desires.

"Roll over," he husked roughly, opening his eyes again to see Malcolm under him. "Hands and knees." He pulled back onto his knees, hands never far from touching Malcolm, eyes dark with need.

[abrightboy]

Well, that was definitely different and he both already missed the warmth of Raylan's body on him and was also intensely interested in what he had in mind. He rolled over, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, turning his head to look for Raylan over his shoulder.

[tinstar]

It only took a slight shift to get between Malcolm's knees, one hot hand running up his spine and over his shoulder before coming back down as his left hand slid over and around Malcolm's hip as he brought himself forward to start kissing down his spine. The hand continued, grabbing Malcolm to stroke him, balls and all from the bottom up onto his stomach.

Fuck, he felt like he was drunk again and mapping a whole new part of Malcolm in his head. His cock twitched against Malcolm's leg and breathed out as he spoke again. "I have to go get the lotion," he said just as roughly as before. "Want to take this to the bed or should we give your yoga mat a better reason to be cleaned."

[abrightboy]

This was very new and different and he gasped as that hand grabbed him, leaning his back up into Raylan's kisses and his skin. It took him a second to process the question when it came.

"Oh." He felt breathless and flush with excitement and arousal. "Oh, I'm very comfortable right here," he said, looking over. "I'll wait for you."

[tinstar]

It was even hard to pull away for what was necessary, but Raylan managed, with one hand gripping Malcolm's hip before he got back to his feet and strode towards the bedroom. The lotion was now kept at hand in the nightstand and Raylan fully appreciated the view on the way back.

Goddamn how did he end up here? No matter how many times he ran around it, he still didn't quite understand how he got this lucky and in all his hazy minded wisdom, he wasn't going to ask that question right now.

Raylan ran a hand across the small of Malcolm's back as he sank back down to his knees, lotion bottle popped open with his off hand. "One day I'mma talk you into doing yoga naked just so I can enjoy the sight of it." A small amount was squirted into his hands and rubbed together to warm it up before Raylan spread his hands up Malcolm's back.

Why yes, he was going to enjoy this first; seemed rude to come back and just go.. right back to it.

[abrightboy]

"Oh, well if..." His eyes fluttered closed and he sank back against Raylan a little bit. "If this is how you're going to ask me, you'll find I'm hard pressed to say no," he admitted.

[tinstar]

He and his hips were a firm wall for Malcolm to push against, and the subtle press made him smile as his hands worked the lotion into his skin, thumbs running firmly up either side of his spine starting from his lower back.

"It is." He was asking, in such a way. When his thumbs came back down, they went further, slick hands spreading over Malcolm's ass and down the back of his legs only to come around to the front of them and move up. "You tease me with that tshirt and the peek of your belly. I know what hides under 'em now." His hands kept moving, one taking to a slow tight stroke of Malcolm's cock as the other spread up his stomach, creeping up to his chest and back again.

[abrightboy]

"Was..."

He gasped as Raylan's hand stroked his cock and let out a shuddering breath.

"Was I teasing?" he said breathlessly. "How naughty of me."

[tinstar]

Raylan bent down pressing a few errant kisses across Malcolm's back before pulling back and getting a little more of their makeshift lube for himself, fingers smearing the excess around Malcolm's center.

"It is." His eyes found the back of Malcolm's head, gears turning as to what that word choice could mean. Raylan's mind fully provided possibilities that conflicted somewhat with what Malcolm had suffered in his past. "But you're gonna make it up to me," he said, voice huskier than before as he positioned himself with a hand, brow pinching slightly with an uneven breath as he started sinking inches of himself into Malcolm's tight clutch.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm let his head fall back, his eyes closed as he savoured the feeling of Raylan pushing into him, sinking back a little himself.

"Oh good," he managed, and the word itself was half a gasp. "I was hoping I would."

[tinstar]

Biting his lip with a groan of his own as his hips settled against Malcolm's skin, Raylan took the moment to take a deep breath, his roaming hand still moving before settling on Malcolm's hip. He started moving, slow for the first few strokes before he gradually sped up, setting himself deep into Malcolm with each thrust. His hand moved again, sliding up Malcolm's spine to his shoulder, pulling him back with each thrust forward, like he was stopping Malcolm from crawling away.

[abrightboy]

That hand pulling him back with each thrust, the position he was in, to be touched but not to touch... it was a heady new experience and he let his eyes close, his head tilting back as he gave in to it, moaning as the pace quickened.