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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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"I could drink a drink," Malcolm told him, sliding his hands down over his shoulders to rest at his chest. "You know. If it helps you unwind..." He started tugging Raylan's tie loose. "Willa isn't here today...."

Raylan's smile curled as Malcolm got more suggestive and his eyes drifted down to those talented hands tugging his tie open before coming back up to met his.

"No she is not," he rumbled as one hand moved to slide up and start unbuttoning the waistcoat that hid Malcolm's deceptively build frame. "Meat needs to come up to room temp anyway," he continued before stealing Malcolm's kiss up in a lazier, slow burning kind of exploration.

They didn't have anyone expecting them. They didn't have anything but dinner on the agenda, and Raylan missed the feeling of Malcolm against him, passively or otherwise.

When the kiss broke he grinned, tugging Raylan's tie out of his collar and tossing it across the counter.

"Meat has to be room temperature; I didn't know that."

He started working open his buttons.

"Good thing there's a lot of apartment to break in," he noted, looking up from the buttons to watch Raylan's face from under his lashes.

"Mm," he hummed, face full of softness and love as he tugged Malcolm's shirt free to start on those buttons himself. He kind of liked the idea of them being half dressed and somehow all naked all at the same time.

"Cold meat gets shocked with the heat. Contracts all the bits." Raylan glanced at the apartment behind him with a grin.

"I kinda wanna start with the couch," he admitted with a sly look down at Malcolm.

"There's never been a situation where contracted bits is good," Malcolm acknowledged, pushing his shirt off his shoulders to leave him in his undershirt.

He started backing towards the couch as he unbuckled Raylan's belt. "The couch is big enough to provide options," he promised.

Raylan discarded his shirt with a hum as he let Malcolm tug him forward while his hands moved up to start pulling Malcolm's tie loose and open so he could get to the last button. "Oh," he sounded suddenly, face taking to surprise before he put his hands over Malcolm's and looked at him from under his brow.

"Don't.. move.. I'll be right back."

Darting away, Raylan scurried into the bedroom, hastily pulled off his boots, hopping with the last as he made his way to the dresser to grab a very important bottle before striding back into the living room and pitching it onto the couch with a victorious grin.

"There. Now neither of us has to scramble off for it," he breathed, an errant bit of his bangs falling forward as he reached for Malcolm again, eager to enjoy the skin he just uncovered.

Malcolm was vaguely confused for just a moment when Raylan suddenly stopped, but worked it out when he darted into the bedroom.

When he came back, he was greeted by a broad grin.

"Good thinking. I'd say 'I like where your head is at' but I actually want to get it over there," he teased, with a tilt of his own head towards the couch. He tugged Raylan there by his open belt, not moving so fast that Raylan couldn't reach him easily. He wanted those hands to enjoy the skin they uncovered too.

Malcolm toed his shoes off as they went and when they reached the couch, he pushed Raylan's jeans and boxers down so they could be easily kicked away, undecided as to whether he wanted to peel that undershirt off or not.

Still grinning, Raylan followed Malcolm's direction, working the belt of his very fine trousers open. There was no chance to get them peeled off, not with the way Malcolm was slipping away from him to push down his pants in one mostly smooth motion that made Raylan chuckle as he stepped out of them, kicked them away and fell back to sit on the couch, fingers catching and pulling Malcolm forward by his waist-band.

"Got plenty of time to get it where ever you want, darlin'," he purred as he lifted his face up to smile crookedly at him as Raylan's fingers worked his buttons and zipper open.

Malcolm shed them once they were undone and climbed into Raylan's lap, a knee on each side of his hips to give him a very thorough kiss, sliding his own hips forward just a bit for a little friction.

A small, tight groan let from the back of Raylan's throat into their kiss at Malcolm's shifting hips. He always forgot just how good Malcolm felt on top of him, the pureness of the heat that they generated somewhat muted after too long in memory, but here in the now, Malcolm set his blood on fire. Raylan slid his hands around and up Malcolm, pulling him in and against him, just to enjoy it before they slowly relented to release and slid down to firmly grab his ass.

The undershirt could stay, if he was asked. It was kinda hot. Or that was just Malcolm.

It could be just Malcolm.

When Raylan pulled him tight against him, Malcolm laughed delightedly against his mouth.

There was something about a little change of texture and it wasn't like the undershirt hid any contours. Malcolm slid his hands up Raylan's chest and over his shoulders, then let his arms wrap around Raylan's neck as he shifted to look down at him for a moment before kissing him again.

"How come a handful of days feels like two months now?" he murmured, barely pulling back from his lips.

"Because you belong here more than on weekends. We ain't got our time in yet," he breathed, lips moving down Malcolm's jaw to his neck as Raylan curled into it as much as he pulled.
"They've stolen enough of your time."

Wasn't it Malcolm's turn to steal some of his own time for himself?

Malcolm let his head tilt to the side, leaning into Raylan more to be easier to reach.

"You are much better company..." he murmured, hand sliding up Raylan's neck to thread into his hair.

"I better be," he chuckled as his hands smoothed up Malcolm's hips and side to come together and run down the front of his stomach, barely touching his length as Raylan's hands turned to continue the downward movement to hook at the top of his thighs. "But if I can improve," he muttered against the bottom of Malcolm's ear, hands smoothing down his thighs and back up again, one palm slipping between them teasingly stroke him.

He gasped at that little teasing stroke, hips pressing forward for the friction again, his cheek pressing to Raylan's temple.

"Improve... I'm not sure that's humanly possible," he said, a little breathless under the attention.

He pulled back a little his own hand coming down over Raylan's shoulder and down his chest and then his stomach to wrap around his length with a slow, languid stroke, more testing where he was at than working him up.

Raylan's smile might have been hidden by the way their heads lay together, but there was no mistaking the shudder of sensation that came with Malcolm's fingers around him. Where was he? Full staff but not to the point where his cock was leaking. There was no arguing Malcolm's power over Raylan, especially in this.

"Guess I'll have to just keep doin' my best," he replied, voice a deeper husk than before as his hand kept its slow, languid pace. He loved watching Malcolm slowly succumb to his more human needs, knowing that no one had ever really made him do so in the same way before.

His ability to really put himself in someone else's hands was minimal in most cases. Giving in to this was only possible because he honestly trusted Raylan in his soul when he had a hard time trusting anyone. It was safe to be like this in a way it never had been. Raylan wasn't wrong about his effect on Malcolm or how unique it was.

Malcolm pulled back a little so he could find Raylan's face and lean into one more lingering kiss before he paused stroking him to reach over for the bottle he'd retrieved from the bedroom, squeezing some out to spread it over his length.

It was something that Raylan didn't take lightly. Ever since Gil told him how odd it was, after so many years, that Malcolm opened up to him, trusted him, so quickly, that fact ran on the grateful TV in the back of his mind.

Raylan breathed him in in the kiss until it broke, dark eyes only briefly following the intent of Malcolm's hands before Raylan openly admired his form, eyes coming back up to meet his as his stomach twitched, hips lifting up into the now slick grip.

Malcolm shifted forward, letting his head duck next to Raylan's as he slid onto him, taking him in.

"I love you," he murmured into his ear, pressing his cheek to Raylan's temple as he started to move on him.

Raylan's breath hitched and held as Malcolm moved, letting out in a tight rough sound as he was slowly enveloped, his off hand gripping Malcolm's thigh tightly as the sweet swell of it all was more than enough distraction to stop his other from it's stroking. He couldn't answer just yet, brain short circuiting, he could only lift himself into Malcolm's starting movements, head leaning heavily into his.

Malcolm lifted his head, just to press his forehead to Raylan's, the one hand still in his hair grasping it a little more tightly while his other gripped the back of the couch for stability.

The pace picked up as his need was stoked by the sensations and he just let his body go, to do what felt good, little sounds escaping out from the back of his throat, increasing in intensity with the increase in sensation.

He couldn't help the deep groan at the hand his hair and rising speed, hips rocking to push up into each descent of his. Sliding his hand around Malcolm's waist, he gripped his ass, encouraging the pace. God he'd missed Malcolm, missed feeling him do this.

Nothing else mattered right now. Not any of their problems, their stresses or any thing that might be waiting for them tomorrow outside their door.

All Raylan wanted was to love him and be loved and not feel badly about any of it.

The difficulty of their position hadn't deterred them and Malcolm would follow Raylan's lead on how they handled it. It was his world that was particularly hostile to them on principle. Malcolm's world was hostile on... snobbery, mostly.

Malcolm tilted his hips forward a little, so the friction hit him differently as he moved and he tilted his head back as he gasped pleasure at that sensation.

Raylan's mouth had fallen open at some point and it hung there, breath half caught in his throat as he drank in the lines of Malcolm's throat elongated with the way his head tilt and did his best to keep himself just as he was, just to please and push Malcolm higher.

That's what this was all about, most of the time, for him.

Malcolm was definitely high on Raylan and, as he drew close to climax he gasped Raylan's name, twitching as his orgasm hit him, curling against him, pressing his forehead into Raylan's shoulder for a moment before regaining himself enough to start their rhythm up again.

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