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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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The almost feral nature of Raylan's desire wasn't a way he'd ever been wanted before and it was exhilarating. In quiet moments, part of him wondered if Raylan might not be happy with just him forever. Maybe he'd miss women. He hadn't gone into this with considered forethought about wanting to be with a man now. It had just sort of snuck up and consumed them.

But then Raylan came for his body like that, like it was all he wanted in the world, and those concerns drifted away.

And Malcolm's body responded, twitching against him as his weight settled back into its place.

"South of France," Malcolm managed between kisses, pulling his knees up over Raylan's hips to wrap his legs around his waist. "Good choice." Another kiss and he took the moment to find the waistband of Raylan's boxers with his toes and push them down. "I can speak French, you know," he gasped at the next break for air.

He'd always been something of an impatient lover but Malcolm turned him up a notch. He knew what it was; the kindness, the understanding that Malcolm had shown him left him with less hesitations, less reservations and a whole bookcase of new experiences to catch up on enjoying. He didn't even think about the details of it all anymore, all that mattered was the feeling he cause, the feelings he had, and the connection that came with it all.

Raylan's hips lifted a little of their own accord, rubbing their lengths together as his weight bearing forearm moved up so he could wrap his hand around the back of Malcolm's shoulder.

"You can talk for both of us," Raylan assured, not giving Malcolm much time to catch his breath before he was kissing him. But when the next one broke, Raylan pushed back up onto his knees, moving up onto his feet smoothly and taking a half second to enjoy the view below him before speaking up to explain.

"Lube." He held up a finger and padded off towards their nightstand to get it.

Malcolm let his head fall back against the mat for a moment, breathing in and out a second before he turned his head to look for Raylan, to watch him come back with the prize, to smile warmly as he approached.

To reach for him, so he knew how much he wanted him pressed up against him again.

"We might just keep that factory in business all on our own."

Raylan flipped the bottle in his hand before grinning happily at Malcolm's reaching hands that he happily lowered himself into with a knee to lead him down. Smiling as he kissed Malcolm, weight settling down with it, he hummed softly.

"Money well spent. Let's get a 55 gallon drum, not have to ever buy it again. I can think of a few other uses that are not to mentioned now," he finished with a tilt of his features as he kissed Malcolm a little more slowly this time.. For now.

Malcolm grinned against his mouth before melting languidly into that kiss, his hand finding Raylan's hair again, other hand curling against his ribs.

"55 gallon drum. Got it. I'll order it on Amazon," he teased.

"A kiddie pool too," he added with a murmur. "We can rent some strippers and make some money on the side makin' 'em wrestle." His lips curled as he pulled back onto his knees, tugging Malcolm forward by the backs of his knees before gathering and opening the bottle.

"Just to pay for it all." Two fingers smeared between Malcolm's cheeks as Raylan gave him an equally cheeky grin.

"It seems like money well spent to me," Malcolm told him, eyes drifting from his face down his body in distraction. "I'm happy to sponsor these efforts."

"Very altruistic of ya," he said huskily as he slicked himself down and pushed forward, dark eyes flicking up to watch Malcolm's face as he so sweetly took Raylan in.

They'd done some dirty stuff but under it all was a resounding respect for Malcolm letting him do anything at all. He didn't take the freedom to take Malcolm for granted; it was always going to be a gift given, and one he was grateful for.

Malcolm grinned. "I don't know," he teased, gasping as Raylan pushed into him, his knees tightening against Raylan's hips a little. "Might be selfish, actually," he breathed, his back arching slightly.

Groaning breathily, Raylan let his top weight fall forward onto his hands and then one forearm so his free hand could slip around Malcolm's face and draw him into a messy kiss. They were being selfish, in the best ways, and he loved the thrill of it. His hips started moving slowly as he broke the kiss, face staying close to Malcolm's as he spoke.

"You deserve some selfish." And he was happy to oblige.

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His response was a half gasped noise from the back of his throat, legs shifting to wrap around Raylan's waist, giving him some leverage to meet those thrusts as he leaned up the tiny amount needed to claim another hungry kiss, moaning into it, arms snaking around Raylan's neck, one hand finding its way up into his hair.

Raylan stayed enraptured by Malcolm's features, breathing in his sounds like they were the oxygen he needed until his lips were caught up again. God he loved this. Being the cause of this, being allowed to stay here with him in whatever way they found themself, being allowed to openly love Malcolm the way that he did.

His hips kept moving, settling into him a little harder with each thrust; intense but not frantic. Raylan wanted to keep them in this bubble for as long as the universe was allowed.

Malcolm was more than a little grateful to have found this himself. His mother walked in on them that morning. He had an hallucination. There was no deterring this man, who still loved him, even though his life was weird and difficult. Who still wanted him, even though he was kind of weird and difficult.

He clung to him tightly, tucking his cheek against Raylan's cheek, little sounds gasped softly into his ear.

He had been called worse than stubborn before; Malcolm's mother, or his hallucinations wouldn't be enough to stop Raylan Givens. Malcolm was just finding out the Fun way.

Raylan's body had taken over and he continued to drive them, head leaned against Malcolm's as his breaths got heavier. "I wanna listen to you sound like this forever," he husked against his skin, moving a little faster with his half groaned words.

"Good," Malcolm breathed, "Because I'm not letting go."

His grip with his legs tightened a little to make that teasing friction hit him just right and he gasped a little more forcefully. Right there.

There was something fractionally different about the sound that slipped out of Raylan at that, a needy little keen of relief before Malcolm's tightening grip and gasps had him working hard but carefully to keep hitting that same spot. Malcolm drove him to the left side of insane and he wanted to do the same thing in return. Wanted to be responsible for another mess and many more.

When this all started - even when this week started - there were things Malcolm wasn't sure how they'd go over with Raylan. That mess was one of them. But it didn't seem to bother him, the stark reminder that he was with a man.

Malcolm's head ducked to his shoulder, his grip tightening, as he came with shuddering gasp, losing his half of the rhythm as his body gave in to pleasure, breathing Raylan's skin for a moment before picking it up again.

The shock of Ainsley and fully coming around to terms with Malcolm's mother about their relationship hadn't been easy, but it had been worth it. Nothing about either of them was easy and Raylan almost relished the challenge, like proving himself made him more worthy of it.

If Malcolm's being a man had really been that big of an issue, they wouldn't have gotten this far; a fact that still rocked Raylan now and then when he wasn't expecting it. But he still wouldn't trade it for the world.

Raylan held his own climax off, moving through Malcolm's before his own overtook him, bowing his back as his frame shuddered, hips settling against him as Raylan went half slack, sweat pricking at his skin. He could only hang there, vision swarming and breath heavy, and drop his forehead to Malcolm's shoulder like it was the only thing that would keep him from falling into him.

"I love you," he whispered, eyes staying closed as he tried to internally collect himself.

Malcolm pressed a kiss to his temple and one to his cheekbone and one into his hair.

"I love you, too," he said with a bright smile, letting his head fall back onto the mat. "I love being with you. I love... everything about you," he rambled, letting his feet rest back onto the mat on either side of Raylan. One hand rested lightly on his shoulder while the other stroked lightly up and down between his shoulder blades. "And I can't believe you've agreed to eat at my mother's house for the second time in a week, but I'm pretty sure that makes you some kind of saint."

He couldn't do much more than leave himself half hung there, letting Malcolm's words settle over him as the soft touches helped him relax some of his weight down. He didn't even notice the way his smile curled in response, though he straight out chuckled as the last, lifting his head to look at Malcolm and answering as he gently withdrew himself.

"That's the second time I've been accused of that. Saint Givens kinda rolls off the tongue, huh." Raylan kissed him with a smile and shifted off of him and onto his back, one hand settling on Malcolm's thigh. "I can't let you suffer that shit alone anymore than I have to," he admitted. "And I'm worried she's gonna try to pull some innocently ignorant crap on you like she did last time."

He had to think about that because it was so much the normal of their interactions and then he exclaimed a little "Ahh right. That is her most effective technique. Sometimes they wriggle their way right inside my head, even though I know better." He looked at Raylan. "Not that she's going to talk me into dating someone else. I'm pretty thoroughly spoken for."

But there were bits of his independence that she could quietly sabotage.

Raylan looked over at that, smiling crookedly at Malcolm's assurance. "Doesn't mean she's not going to try. I know she loves ya, I know she's doin' what she thinks is best but.." Clearly, he disagreed with some of her general life choices.

"I think there's some understanding that she's got left to get her head wrapped around. And I don't think it can come from you." If he had to fight Jessica over Malcolm, he would, as gently as he could unless she earned something harsher.

"You think she's gonna rope you into another one as soon as I'm gone?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "I don't know if I'll feel like... doing much for a day or two once you're gone. Unless I get some work. I'd be happy to dive into that."

Raylan's brow pinched faintly as he squeezed Malcolm's thigh with a soft reassurance. The only thing he could offer.

"Just make sure it's nothing too gruesome. No reason to get yourself killed or anything." His way of saying 'Be careful'. He didn't think that Malcolm would be, if given the right chance, but he could wish it anyway. Hell, he wished it for himself every day.

"And then soon enough, it'll be a good time to come down to Kentucky."

Malcolm smiled broadly. "I hope it's super gruesome; those are always very distracting. Until I can come down to Kentucky," he added, looking over at Raylan, still smiling.

The next day, after they spent much of it at the Library and Times Square, they headed to Jessica's townhouse for what was - ostensibly - Ainsley's celebration dinner. Malcolm hoped that it really was Ainsley focused. He straightened his tie before opening the door and letting Raylan step in first.

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