Malcolm x Raylan: Cowboy Surprise

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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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[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.

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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.

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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.