The hand in his hair, on his shoulder, the soft encouragement of it all was divine. Tim tasted and sounded better than Raylan had imagined and he was almost jealous he didn't get to see that arch of his more clearly. But as it was, Raylan's vision was limited to looking up Tim's chest, watching that face of his as Raylan starts to bob and suck. No blushing, shy, first timer here - Raylan tests burying Tim in the back of his throat, swallowing once around it before relenting to the needs of his lungs.

While his mouth worked, so did his hands, pushing and shoving at his own jeans until they and the cowboy boots he worn in were clattering on the floor. If he were any more sober, he might feel weird about laying facedown naked on Tim's couch, but he was more consumed with moving a hand up Tim's hip to hold onto him. It's mate helped keep Tim's cock upright for the attention Raylan was giving it. While he was sure he could get Tim off like this alone, Raylan had always been something of a greedy man in these situations.

He wanted everything he could get, in case this was a one night stand. In case Tim comes to his senses in the daylight and decides that this was all a mistake.

Raylan gasps a good breath as he pops Tim out of his mouth, and goes back to stripping off the jeans so they were both naked. He wanted him more than he probably should but this had felt so impossible twenty minutes ago.