Slingin' from the hip, never the heart. | Open Post

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Raylan's job took him everywhere, from Harlan to Los Angeles to Paris. The Marshals service was demanding but Raylan leaned into the work, traveling as needed to get to get his man.

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[onlyhearmusic]

"Wouldn't be opposed," he started to reply but his expression dipped into a furrow-browed frown as Givens held out his hand to Collins. The contract killer looked up at Raylan with a softer expression as he tried to figure out what Raylan's face was doing. There was a surprising amount of honesty written there that Collins wasn't expecting right now but the winning little smile tugged at Collins and gave him an odd feeling. It took him a second to realize that it was hope.

He hesitated out of a lack of understanding what was happening, but Collins did reach out to take the offered hand. He let Raylan guide him to his feet and then was surprised to be pulled in close and caressed. There was no objection, however, when Raylan kissed him and Collins let the lawman in to explore to his heart's content.

The Irishman hummed in satisfaction as he slipped a hand around Raylan's torso and kept him close with a possessive grip in the other man's clothes.

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Raylan tasted deep, wrestling their tongues together, as he leans into the embrace, off hand wrapping around Collins' waist in kind. He kisses the Irishman until his lung scream for breathing, breaking it all with a little roll of his head that let him slide his mouth towards Collins ear.

"I think you'll enjoy makin' me sing a totally different tune more." As he spoke, his other hand crept to Collins' waist, pulling up his shirt so he could slide a hand under it, fingers dancing their way towards Collins's front. This, he knew how to do. This was just like breathing, and there wasn't any issues with what had come before this. Raylan knew he was something of a greedy man, that he took what he could get when he could get it; there was no helping or changing that about him, not now.

"And it ain't gonna be just one night," he purrs. "We're both gonna be back for more."

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He was busy catching his breath after that deep kiss but those words produced a hearty smile from the Irishman and an airy chuckle that followed shortly. Collins liked the sound of that. He would indeed enjoy making Raylan sing a tune that involved them both on mostly even footing, a duet that satisfied both of their needs and left them both alive for more at a later time. He could get used to that sort of life.

It was worth trying at least. It sounded worth the effort. It sounded like a beautiful song to produce and listen to.

He made a contented sound to indicate what he thought of that and their current situation. He rubbed his free hand up the length of one of Raylan's arms in an idle gesture just meant to appreciate touching the other man.

"I'll make sure not ta disappoint ya, bull. Keep ya comin' back fer more. I do like tha sound of that," he admitted so that Raylan would know it. Know that he wanted it. That he was going to make an honest attempt at this new life.

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Raylan loved the way his lovers sounded after getting kissed like that, like air was in short supply and it was their turn at the counter for a lungful. Like they might remember it sometime, when they're alone and lonely. Like he might have left an impression. Which wasn't a question he had to ask in regards to Collins, considering.

He actually believed what Collins said too, trusted in the moment that Collins meant it, even if the weighing of time might change things. It was a nice picture. A nice promise. Time would tell him if it was pie crust promise or not. He wasn't going to ask for his gun back, that could wait until they were spent and done, but he did lean his weight into the Irishman, pushing him back closer to the bed.

"Then let's play that game you were talkin' about. Prove it to me, huh?" He gives a roguish grin and pops the top button of Collins' trousers. "I'll even let you tie me up, slipknots only."

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Collins let himself be backed up until the backs of his knees hit the bed but he didn't go down. A little grin lingered around his mouth as he listened to the lawman's proposal. "You'll spoil me," he said with the hint of laughter.

He reached up with his arm and slung it so that it was over the taller man's shoulder, fingers curling into Raylan's hair. His touch was feather-light at first until he slowly tightened till he had a firm hold. He pulled slowly, exposing Raylan's neck with the angle, and his teeth raked along the skin of the lawman carefully. He pressed a deliberate kiss to Raylan's Adam's apple. And then released his hold.

He stepped around Raylan, running a finger along the other man's jaw as he re-positioned, and then gestured towards the bed. "Get comfortable." See, he could act civil when he wanted to play nice.

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His fingers only stop their unbuttoning as Collins' fingers as the Irishman fists that grip in his hair, earning a little note of approval as his head is pulled back, as his neck is so sweetly assaulted. He imagined that Collins had been pent up, or maybe that was his own denied need rearing its head. Heartbeat thrumming under Collins' lips, Raylan groans softly as the shorter man steps away and watches him as much as he could without adjusting too far.

"I'd feel comfortable with my bullets back in my gun and it all tucked away somewhere. You know they count bullets, the US Marshals? To account for every shot fired." The statement was ended with the soft clank of his belt against itself as he pulls it off and tosses it to the side before walking around the bed. It didn't take long, he found his clip, sets it in place, checks the chamber and tucks it into the nightstand drawer. Everything else is set off to the side somewhere, pants and boxers shucked in one go, and Raylan ambles back to where he was with his hands wide. Nothing in them that would be unexpected.

He drops back onto the bed and scoots up towards the center, half propped on the headboard with his ankles crossed as he watches Dennis. A name he hadn't been given leave to use yet, but it was on his mind.

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Collins didn't reply to Raylan's insistence of securing his weapon, and while there were surely thoughts about it on his mind, he gave little of it away as he simply watched Raylan coolly as one might imagine a domesticated hawk would eye its handler. Careful and keen but with no attachment. Collins was no hawk but he was clever and experienced enough to know how to hide his inner workings.

Once Raylan returned to their game the tension did seem to ease back out of the Irishman though he hardly gave the marshal's hands a glance. Was it trust or was it simple ego? A desire for any reason to go back to fighting or a lack of care at all for his own well-being? It could have been all of those things, or none of them at all. Instead of giving anything away, Collins merely went straight to work. He tied Raylan's wrists in the way promised--an easy slip knot that would allow the marshal to escape just about any time he wanted so long as he remained calm and in control of himself but gave them the illusion of Collins being in control.

It wasn't perfect but it would do. Collins would let it be enough. That was what compromise was all about, wasn't it? He could manage that. He could still have what he wanted...

And what he wanted was before him now. He stopped for a moment, head cocked to one side, as he admired the form before him. A song was on his lips, silently sung as he watched the lawman in front of him. When he surged forward, the song was still on his lips as he kissed the marshal passionately, possessively.