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]

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.

[tinstar]

On impulse, his hand moved from Malcolm's shoulder to his hair, fisting in Malcolm's hair as he thrust deeply, free hand sliding up Malcolm's chest to pull his weight up and back. It was physics and strength that kept them together, but Raylan had promised to test Malcolm's flexibility and now was a great time. It also let him kiss and bite along the back curve of Malcolm's neck, breath heavy against him skin.

[abrightboy]

The fist in his hair was good in ways he hadn't ever considered and moved easily with the guidance. The balance and core strength came naturally at this point and he let his back press against Raylan's chest, soaking up his warmth before turning his head to try and catch any of those kisses with his mouth.

[tinstar]

It only took that slight turn of Malcolm's face for Raylan to move his lips up steal his for a rough, hungry kiss. When it broke, Raylan rested his forehead on Malcolm's shoulder for a second before straightening to pay a little more mind to the thrusts that hadn't stopped. The hand in Malcolm's hair let go in favor of running down his form to grab his hip again.

"Do you like that? Being spread and fucked from behind?" His voice was as rough as his kisses, husky with lust and effort.

[abrightboy]

He was breathless and completely undone and he'd never felt a rush quite like this before.

"A lot more than I imagined I might," he panted, tilting head head back into the crook of Raylan's neck, moving into him as he thrusted.

[tinstar]

The hot palm on his hip moved again, sliding down between his legs to grab his length and give him something to thrust into as he moved. Raylan was lost to all of it, moving on instinct as his body saw its needs, strong arm unmoving across Malcolm's chest as he fucked him hard, pushing forward just as hard as Malcolm was pushing back. "You make me wanna do terrible things to you," he admitted, fingers denting into Malcolm's chest ever so slightly as he gripped him.

[abrightboy]

Raylan grasping his length made him gasp and each moan that followed came half gasped.

As Raylan murmured dirty nothings in his ear, he reached over his shoulder to grasp Raylan's neck with his hand, the only purchase he could reach.

"Oh god," he gasped as his body jolted its signal that he was close to climax.