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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[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.

[tinstar]

Every sound, every gasp drove Raylan harder, his own heavy pants colored with a rough sound at the ends of it. "I love you," he half growled, half muttered into Malcolm's ear as he drove himself home again and again, wanting nothing more than to feel Malcolm come undone around him. Because of him. He wanted to do this forever, to have this forever and he didn't care how selfish it was.

[abrightboy]

His stomach fluttered at that, even as it coiled tightly in arousal. He couldn't answer with words, but he turned his head to claim a kiss that aborted as he came hard, crying out against Raylan's mouth, throwing off the rhythm as the orgasm wracked through his body. It was a good thing that Raylan still had a hand on his chest to keep him steady; his well-trained balance might not have survived that.

[tinstar]

Raylan breathed Malcolm's sounds in, moaning under his pants as he bucked into him hard and held there for a long second. Slowly bending them back over, he urged Malcolm down further, elbows and knees before he straightened again, hand smoothing over his back and ass to spread him oh so slightly so that Raylan could start moving again, slower than before but no less hungry for it.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm tipped his head forward to press his forehead to the mat, breathless in the aftermath of his orgasm and far from catching his breath as he matched Raylan's new rhythm, moving against him as he moved.

[tinstar]

To hell with yoga or axe throwing, this was still Raylan's favorite way to work up a sweat and he mindlessly moved faster, chasing his own ends. It only took a few minutes before he was gripping Malcolm's hip tightly, shuddering as he grunted, gracelessly unloading inside him. Raylan stayed where he was for half a beat and shuddered as his body demanded another, softer thrust before his grip relaxed, palm moving back over Malcolm's lower back while he took a second to just breathe.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm also took the time to just breathe, lifting his head after a moment to look back at Raylan before pulling away from him only so he could turn around and pull him down onto the mat, where he could curl up against his side.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever, ever experienced," he admitted unabashedly into Raylan's shoulder.

[tinstar]

Raylan shuddered again as Malcolm pulled away and was grateful for the second mat that he rolled them onto as he settled an arm around Malcolm's shoulder with a heavy, sated sigh. Malcolm was still warm, hot against his skin, and the admission made him grin.

"Were.. Did you want me to spank you?" It was sheepishly asked, the grin deeply evident in the tone. "Or have you just turned me into a dirty..er old man?"

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiled broadly against Raylan's skin.

"I've never tried that, but, um... I think I'd like it." He lifted his head enough to look up at Raylan's face. "Dirty old man?" he questioned with a smirk. "Now am I a bad habit?" he teased.

[tinstar]

"You're workin' on bein' just as bad as drinkin' and swearin' in church," he replied, grin staying broad and accent a little heavier for his state of relaxation. "I think I might be additcted," he continued, lifting his head and an eyebrow as he looked down at Malcolm. "Because I also can't stop thinkin' about what it'd be like-" He rolled a little to position himself over Malcolm, errant bangs falling messily forward, "To strap you down in your restraints for nonsleepin' purposes."

[abrightboy]

Raylan's hair was sexy when it was at its most errant. Especially when he'd had a hand in making it errant. He reached up and threaded his fingers through it, pushing it back from his face to watch it fall forward again with satisfaction.

"I've never considered that, but..." He smiled. "It sounds fun."

Raylan touching him had yet to be anything but fantastic.

[tinstar]

"Next time the mood stikes, maybe," he hummed, all the metaphorically fuzzier for the hand through his hair. "I like gettin' to try all these new things." He hummed again and stole another kiss. "Includin' the yoga."

[abrightboy]

He smiled into the kiss.

"Maybe next time we'll try a sun salute. It won't have any complicated balance poses. I promise," he said, trailing his fingers along Raylan's shoulder.

[tinstar]

"You know I don't know what that is," he replied with a pull of his grin before he kissed Malcolm gently and shifting down enough to lay his head on Malcolm's shoulder to close his eyes.

After a moment, he spoke again, more softly this time. "I can't wait til we can get down to Miami. I want this and the smell of the ocean in the air." He took a deep breath and pushed up, pressing a kiss onto Malcolm's chest.

"Have you eaten breakfast?"

[abrightboy]

"I never thought much about the future until we started talking about Miami," Malcolm admitted, his fingers absently finding Raylan's hair again. "Now I can't stop."

At the question about breakfast, he shook his head. "What should we have?"

[tinstar]

That was the best news he'd heard all day, really.

"I want french toast and bacon," he asserted, suddenly very sure about that answer. "If you order it, I'll clean up."

Fair trade, since Malcolm was going to end up paying for it, right?

[abrightboy]

Very fair trade.

Before Raylan could get up, Malcolm grabbed his shoulder. "Raylan..."

His eyes wandered the features of Raylan's face a moment.

"I love you."

He hadn't been able to make words work when it came up before, but he wanted to say it.

[tinstar]

He had only just started to when Malcolm grabbed his shoulder, bringing his weight the inch back down to settle on him as Raylan watched Malcolm process.. something. When that something came out, Raylan melted a little, face spreading back into a soft blissfully happy smile.

"I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to how much I like hearin' that." Leaning down to steal one more soft but deep and lingering kiss before he pushed to his feet and held his hands down to help Malcolm to his.

[abrightboy]

After breakfast, where Malcolm had ordered french toast and bacon for Raylan and scrambled eggs for himself, he got them a taxi to Chelsea Piers, leading Raylan into the Field House, where they had large professional batting cages.

He'd never actually been there before, but he was looking forward to seeing Raylan bat again.

"This is supposed to be the best batting cage in New York," he said as they walked in.

[tinstar]

The breakfast was good and filling, and afterwards, Raylan changed into one of his long sleeved shirts that clung to his shoulders and got his hat, making sure his badge was tucked into his pocket to match the gun at his back that was hidden by his denim jacket.

The pier was taken in with an almost impressed lift of his eyebrows, an expression that stayed as they came into the batting cage area. He let out a low whistle.

"Not bad. Certainly beats out Miami's too and they're all about baseball. Now are they sayin' their the best, or are customers?" he asked with a finger extended. "That's difference."

It wasn't hard to see how they were set up and after renting a cage, Raylan led them to and into it, slipping his hat off to set it on the provided bench so he could shrug his jacket off.

"You gonna bat this time? We can take it easy on you, turn the delay on the machine up." He wanted to see Malcolm bat again, likely for the same reason even though he didn't know it.