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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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"Mm, always a pleasure, Jessica," he replied, eyes steadfastly on Malcolm's face. It was only once the door shut that Raylan slid a slightly irritated gaze towards the door. "I think that was her shortest visit yet."

It was a little contention at the way Jessica brushed over him, but that wasn't important enough to make a fuss about and wasn't all that dissimilar to the way some of the people in Harlan had treated Malcolm. Turn about and fair play and all.

He looked back over. "You want me to find a way to stay for another day, to save you from that? I'm sure Art'll give me an extra day."

Once the door shut, he had to take a moment to gather himself, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes and breathing deeply, one, two, three times. He let his hands drop and looked at Raylan, still a little shaky.

"I always want you to stay longer, but... I can handle it. If you can't. Stay."

He gave in, then, and slid off his stool to press himself to Raylan's side, arms sliding around him, burying his face in Raylan's shoulder. "Do you want to come sit with me again or is everything all... restless now?" he asked, his voice a little muffled because he didn't lift his head.

Shifting, Raylan turned Malcolm into his chest and wrapped his arms around him, pressing his lips into his hair.

"Not quite what I asked, darlin'," he said softly. "But we can go back to sitting. I'll even take my jeans back off and we can pretend like she never stopped by, hmm?" Whatever Malcolm wanted, really, Raylan was down for, especially if it meant he could bring back that fond happy tilt to Malcolm's features.

He lifted his head to nod, pushing one hand through his hair, the other still clutching Raylan's undershirt at his back.

His eyes darted around as he thought and then he looked up at Raylan. "Can you really stay?"

Raylan nodded. "I'll call Art in a few hours, tell him what's up. He'll give me the extra time without much guff. It'll be okay," he assured with a back and forth stroke of his thumb across Malcolm's back.

"Are you going to want to go to this dinner or are we usin' me as an excused to get you out of it?" He'd worry about Ainsley's feelings later; he's sure Malcolm can smooth things over with a well thought out gift to celebrate.

"It doesn't seem fair to make you sit through dinner with my family twice in a week," Malcolm said softly. "I don't know. Can I think about it?" he asked with a sigh. He hated letting Ainsley down but...

He slid one hand down Raylan's chest and stomach to land on his belt buckle, then started tugging it open. He said he was going to take off his jeans. Reset the morning.

It was hard to argue with Malcolm normally, harder still to do so when he was tugging Raylan's pants open and the Marshal glanced down briefly before answering. "Let's not worry about fair. Whatever you decide to do, I'll be there with you," he promised as he watched Malcolm undo the rest of his jeans and push them down his hips. Raylan stepped out of them without moving position with a little clearing of his throat.

He was trying to not let his head go into the gutter but part of him couldn't help it.

"And it's tomorrow so we don't even have to talk about it until then."

Malcolm looked up at him and, after his eyes wandered Raylan's face for a moment, he leaned up and pressed a grateful kiss to his mouth.

"I love you so much," he whispered before settling back onto the flats of his feet. He gestured towards the TV. "I think they're showing another episode of the ocean show," he offered. "Do you want more coffee?" He didn't wait for an answer before immediately adding "I'll make some more coffee," nodding to himself as he slipping around Raylan into the kitchen. He paused with the kettle in his hand, glancing around the apartment, but when his eyes found the parakeet swooping from the bookshelves to the windowsill, he turned back to his work, his shoulder tension easing a little.

Raylan hummed a short note into the kiss, lips curling as it broke. God how stupidly lucky he was to have fallen into this. He loved this feeling, this.. he hesitated to say validation but Malcolm showed his gratitude differently than Raylan was used to. In some cases, showing it was the difference itself and Raylan couldn't argue the effect of it.

Picking up his jeans, Raylan draped them over the barstool he was abandoning before pouring what was left of Jessica's scotch into his mug. "I could take more coffee," he said, glancing up and over at the sudden sound of wings.

"Is she trained at all?" he asked, slowly padding over towards Sunshine with a hesitant respect for even the bird's option of choice and space. She was a pretty thing.

"Trained?" He emptied used grounds out of the french press. "No. I think of her as more of a roommate than a pet. She doesn't make me do anything I don't want to do and I don't make her do anything she doesn't want to do."

He looked up suddenly. "Oh! There are some treat sticks under the counter, in that cupboard," he said, pointing. "If you hold one, she'll land on your hand and nibble right off of it; she loves those."

He rinsed the press out and then started spooning new grounds into it.

"Somethin' you need, I've got no problem saying," he replied as he headed towards the cupboard in question. Raylan liked animals, generally speaking, and some part of him was still a ten year old boy with an insistent urge to touch things. Setting his coffee cup down, he dug out what he assumed were the treat sticks, automatically earning a little hop and a careful look from the parakeet.

"C'mere darlin', it's okay," he said, clucking softly as he held out his hand, half of the treat stick. Sunshine chirped and hopped again for a better view before fluttering over onto Raylan's hand to peck at the stick. He glanced over his shoulder with a victorious grin.

"I might have to find a new nickname for ya," he admitted. "I don't want you thinkin' I'm in lover with your bird." Teasing, of course.

He laughed lightly, pouring hot water into the press.

"I've been happy with your choices so far," he called back. He left the coffee to steep and walked around the counter to watch Sunshine around Raylan's shoulder, leaning his cheek against it.

"It fits you, especially in the mornings," he defended with a smile and a glance over his shoulder as Malcolm leaned his weight against him. Sunshine didn't seem to care much one way or the other, with her treat and distraction, about the two large creatures staring at her, but Raylan clucked anyway, figuring it would get her used to the sound and him doing it.

"When I was a kid, I always wanted a dog, but Arlo wouldn't hear of it. Never actually had a pet, besides one goldfish Helen talked him into. Poor thing died in ten days. Still don't know why."

That one was, at least, no one's fault. Goldfish needed more than tap water and a young boy's enthusiasm.

"We can install screens on your window, you know.. cut a slot for the level to open the window itself.. She'll come with you to Miami, right? We should get her a big aviary to replace the small cage she's got here. Maybe get her a friend."

Malcolm smiled into his shoulder, then lifted his head a little.

"You can pet her head," he said. "Front to back with the first knuckle of your first finger works best. Or down her chest, top to bottom."

Helpful information - Raylan didn't hesitate in reaching out and cautiously stroking her chest with a gaining confidence as Sunshine was happy enough to take some pets while she nibbled.

"Kinda wanted to pet her since I came in," he admitted.

Malcolm grinned.

"You should have said something. Sometimes I can make things happen," Malcolm told him happily, resting his cheek against Raylan's shoulder again. "She likes you," he pointed out. "But animals know good people when they meet them."

"Because I've got the treat," he reasoned with a grin over his shoulder. "But I'll take the lie. Maybe I'll figure out the truth of it after seeing her a little more frequently." He knew he was just a face that came by her cage now and then.

Gently, Raylan transferred the treat to his other hand and set it down on the windowsill, followed by his finger so Sunshine could hop down. Turning around, he smiled at Malcolm and slid a hand up his neck and jaw. "You and I have an ocean documentary thing to watch," he declared, kissing him chastely before stepping around him to drop back onto the couch.

Malcolm was sure that his heart was going to burst one of these days, if Raylan kept him around.

He followed, sitting so he could curl up a little closer this time, pressing a little kiss to Raylan's shoulder before resting his head there this time, his knees pulled up and resting against Raylan's thigh, where he draped his arm.

The narrator was talking about the creatures adapted to live in the deepest depths of the ocean, where there was tremendous pressure and almost no light.

"That's what it feels like inside my head sometimes," Malcolm remarked mildly at the description.

"Full of mystery and fascinating creatures?" he asked with a soft tilt of his head before leaning over to press a kiss to his head. "I hope I get to be one of these weird Angler fishes with a lightbulb, bobbing along in your darkness."

Raylan got a full, if watery, smile at that.

"A weird lightbulb in my darkness? That's definitely you," he conceded with a laugh, burying his face in Raylan's shoulder for a second. When he lifted his head, he stilled, staring into a corner by the bookshelves for a long moment before squeezing his eyes shut and ducking his head.

He smiled back but the look faltered as Malcolm stilled. He still didn't quite know what that particular look on Malcolm's face meant, but as soon as he ducked his head, Raylan was sliding a palm across his face, tugging him back into his shoulder so he could hold his head.

"We'll go snorkeling, in Miami," he whispered into Malcolm's hair. "Get to see all these tropical fish up close and in person."

It didn't really matter what he was talking about, it wasn't whatever had caused Malcolm to look like that. It was a distraction to accompany the proverbial curling around Malcolm.

"I've never been snorkeling," he replied in a slightly shaky whisper. Slowly, reluctantly, he lifted his head and looked over to the same corner, then breathed out relief before burying his face back into Raylan's shoulder. "It sounds nice."

Raylan didn't stop him from looking up but as he tucked back in, he slid his hand over his shoulders and rubbed up and down his back.

"Neither have I. But the pamphlets look amazing." He took and let a deep breath into Malcolm's hair as the narrator droned on behind them. A moment or two passed before he eased up and looked down. "You okay?"

Malcolm nodded, though he didn't pull away.

"Yeah. It was just..." He waved a hand vaguely towards the corner and pressed his lips together. "Hallucination," he admitted. He was still worried that they were a step too far. They'd been rare around Raylan, but if they proliferated? That was insane person shit, right? Seeing things that weren't there? "Gone now."

"What did you see," he asked, inisting with a little dip of his head, eyes encouraging Malcolm to bring his a bit higher for everyone's comfort. He sensed the hesitation and the way Malcolm was holding back but wasn't sure why. With a glance at the TV, Raylan picked up the remote and muted it for a minute. He didn't want the distraction of it.

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