Tim hadn't gone out tonight planning on getting too drunk to drive, nor did he invite Raylan up with the intention of getting him naked, but he's certainly glad he did. Because now his fantasies are being shattered in the best way possible, exceeding and breaking every expectation he might have had. Even as it's happening, it almost doesn't feel real.

"Jesus Christ, Raylan."

Raylan's mouth working his cock is too incredible to be anything but real. He doesn't even bother to try and keep the traces of surprise out of his pleasured tone, because nobody could've guessed that Raylan is this good at sucking dick. And he can't help but to watch through a half-lidded gaze, those lips looking delightfully obscene wrapped around his girth, his fingers still curling into that soft hair.

Tim groans low in his throat when Raylan's mouth pops off his dick, propping himself up on one elbow as Raylan gets rid of his jeans. Tim does the same, finally properly freeing himself from the confines of the denim, kicking military boots off to the floor. The second they're both properly naked, Tim's using the hand in Raylan's hair to drag him up and in so he can feel their bodies flush together. He catches Raylan's swollen lips in an open-mouthed kiss, his moan muffled when he tastes whiskey and Raylan and himself on the other man's tongue.