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]

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.

[abrightboy]

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.

[tinstar]

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.

[abrightboy]

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.

[tinstar]

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.

[abrightboy]

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.

[tinstar]

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.

[abrightboy]

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.

[tinstar]

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.

[abrightboy]

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.

[tinstar]

He'd heard his name said more than a few ways but hearing Malcolm gasp it that way made it sound less like a curse on his own existence. Raylan's shirt caught most of Malcolm's load and as Malcolm started moving, Raylan did too. His hands help guided Malcolm, helping lift and slam down his weight, lips curling a little as he moved with him. Finally, the heat and pressure curling around his spine exploded and he leaned back into the couch with a half breathed swear as he came.