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]

"Outside of the grey," he admitted happily. He knew he was in good shape. He knew he didn't look like a 40 plus year old man. Malcolm was going to age flawlessly too, he'd put money on it. But hearing that he wouldn't tire of it made Raylan smile despite himself with a little nod as he emptied his glass.

"I say let 'em think what they want. To hell with 'em." The last came with another lift of the edges of his lips as he resettled his arm around Malcolm's shoulder.

"The sun's almost all the way down. Gonna start getting cooler out here."

[abrightboy]

"People in their twenties get grey sometimes. It doesn't mean anything."

He smiled as Raylan's arm settled around him again. "I'm feeling pretty warm, but we can go inside," he said. "Watch TV or read for a bit." He tilted his head to look up without dislodging that arm. "Unless there's something else you want to do."

[tinstar]

Except for when it did. "I started greying at 36 so.. Enjoy that comin' to ya." He had looked much sexier in his youth, in his opinion.

"Careful with what ya say there. Left me thinkin' some pretty fun thoughts when you left last time." Underneath all the sad.

[abrightboy]

"I've enjoyed everything that's come to me so far," he said smugly.

At Raylan's next comment, he raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Was I distracting you when I wasn't even here?"

[tinstar]

Well, that was fair. Malcolm was well matured and Raylan knew he wasn't biased. He couldn't be. Other people had eyes.

"Mm, darlin' you always distract me, no matter where you are."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiled brightly and got up, draining his glass of bourbon, then turning to offer Raylan his hand.

"Then let's go inside."