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A lot of people who are good at this job have that regret.

[He stepped closer, leaning in to give Raylan a brief but tender kiss, then offered him the gun back.] I'll have to keep practicing.

[ Raylan breathed Malcolm in deep, lips following his a little as he withdrew and while Raylan glanced down to take the gun, his eyes quickly came back up to Malcolm's. Another beat pass and Raylan was reaching out for Malcolm, sliding his hand along his jaw and drawing him in for another kiss.

Damn everything, Raylan couldn't argue that he was a little bit in love with Malcolm Bright.]

Gives us both something to work on...

Come into the barn with me. To hell with shooting. To hell with Bob. He can wait til tomrrow.

[Malcolm met that kiss with a soft hum against Raylan's mouth, his hands coming to rest around Raylan's ribs. After that kiss? Raylan could have taken him literally anywhere. Though he had a minor concern about Bob, even as he walked towards the barn.]

What if he comes back to the house looking for you?

He won't. People around here know that I'll move in my own time. Bob will assume that I got dragged into some exciting Marshal matter.

[ Raylan grabbed the duffle bag as he walked by, pulling and dropping the revolver into the bag so he could holster his service pistol back in its holster before pulling that from his belt and dropping it in the bag too. With a glance behind them, Raylan pulled one door and then the second, leaving it cracked. The duffle bag was dropped as Raylan turned his attention back onto Malcolm.]

Next time you come, I'm not going to waste time in not kissing you.

[That made butterflies rise in Malcolm's stomach. Had Raylan wanted to kiss him all this time? That was... exciting, for one thing. It made him feel slightly breathless already. It definitely called for a less chaste kiss than the first one he offered. He closed the distance between them, leaning up into him, his hand sliding up Raylan's shoulder and then up his neck, up into his hair as he pressed a decidedly more sensual kiss to his mouth.]

[Raylan had wanted to kiss him from the moment he'd walked in his door.

Malcolm kissing him was specifically what he had wanted, and he hummed a note as his arms slipped around the younger man, off hand reaching up to grab and toss his hat to the side as their kiss deepened. The need to have a surface behind them was overwhelming and Raylan moved forward, taking Malcolm with him until they hit a wall. Raylan wasn't sure what, exactly, they would do out here, but he didn't care as long he got to touch Malcolm.]

You're going to get dirty out here, [he breathed in the first break of their kiss for breath, faces kept close together as if to make up for the times they hadn't been this close.] And I missed you.

I can be...cleaned. [Murmured distractedly, his gaze lingering on Raylan's lips, but when he said he'd missed Malcolm, Malcolm lifted his gaze to Raylan's eyes, his face unabashedly lit up like a Christmas tree. Raylan missed him? He smiled broadly, the hand not in the hair just above the nape of his neck resting at his hip, squeezing slightly.]

I missed you, too. I think about you a lot.

[Raylan kissed him again, a little more tenderly and just for the sake of feeling Malcolm against him. He loved the hand in his hair and on his hip. Malcolm could play in his hair as much as he wanted at this point.]

I found your card in my pocket on the way home from my last trip.. 'I am the architect of my life; I build its foundation and choose its contents. [Raylan recited with a fond cadence, face curling as he looked over Malcolm's close features.] You sneak that in there while I was sleepin'?

[He returned the kiss with equal care, then smiled when Raylan mentioned the card, happily busted. He nodded.]

In between collecting breakfast and morning yoga. I... just wanted to make sure you remembered me, I guess. [He laughed.] I'm not sure whether I should say 'that was silly' or 'it worked!'

Both works, [He assured.] but there's not going to be any chance that I forget you. [Raylan glanced over Malcolm's features, lips pulling in a little smile.] I was hopin' you'd find a reason to come see me.

[Thus the jello cups. While he spoke, one hand slipped up under Malcolm's shirt.]

[When Raylan's hand slid under his shirt, the butterflies in Malcolm's stomach solidified into a hot coil of arounsal.]

I did take the first excuse. I wasn't sure if you... still wanted this but... I wanted to see you either way.

[The hand in Raylan's hair slid down his body to his waist and, with both hands he started pushing Raylan's undershirt up his ribs.]

I've thought about this almost [There was a faint hitch to his words as Malcolm started pushing his shirt up and Raylan's voice was a little huskier for it as he continued.] every night since I left New York. I wasn't sure if I wanted it til you came back. [The admission was easy with Malcolm - he felt.. safe enough against him to admit what he normally wouldn't. Winona would be jealous, if she knew.

The shirt was peeled off and dropped somewhere so that Raylan could get back to enjoying his hands under Malcolm's shirt, helping to peel that off too. He was already breathing a little on the heavy side, but Raylan paused the eager movement of his hands once Malcolm was pulled against him, dark eyes finding and holding his.]

But I do. Want this. [It wasn't something small to say, and he didn't say it lightly, but he did say it honestly. It felt like they both needed to hear it.]

[Malcolm held his gaze for a moment, the bare honesty of it. He wasn't stupid and he wasn't as shielded from the world as someone like him could be. He knew what sorts of beliefs would have been instilled in someone growing up here from a very early age and Raylan had already implied it as a stumbling block. Admitting he wanted this? Outloud? Malcolm understood how big of a deal that was. He slid his hand back up around the nape of Raylan's neck and pressed a tender but also passionate kiss to his mouth, leaning into him, his other hand sliding around his ribs to rest between his shoulder blades and he lingered there, wrapped around him, pressed close as the kiss broke and spoke softly but confidently.]

You're allowed to want this.

[Raylan's arms slipped tighter around Malcolm, left hand around his waist locking them together as his right spread across Malcolm's shoulder, fingertips dancing at the curve of his neck as they kissed. He'd never needed permission for this kind of thing before, but this was different from some dalliance with a girl.

Malcolm's reassurance made his heart skip a beat.]

I want you.

[Yes, they were half naked, fully hard and sweetly entangled but the sex was just a perk to it all. He didn't know how it would work, if it could work, if Malcolm was even interested in trying a more formalized relationship. They'd been talking about 'this' but Raylan wasn't inclined to hide much at this exact moment. Not with the way Malcolm always made him feel afterwards.]

[His heart was already beating fast from Raylan's attention, but that made him breathe a smile.]

You have me.

[He'd tried to be as casual as Raylan needed to be, but it had been a losing battle and he knew it was. 'Casual' wasn't slipping a souvenir into someone's pocket before they left. Raylan was undeniably attractive and he hadn't failed to notice that from the start, but by the time Raylan wrapped Malcolm up in his arms in bed, after seeing what he'd already seen from him in the night... Malcolm hadn't had a chance.]

[There was a need to seal that sentiment and Raylan did with a kiss that slowly deepend as his off hand moved down Malcolm's back and over his ass before coming around his hips to the button of Malcolm's still too crisp black jeans. No latches or confusing set up here - Raylan's fingers made quick work of the button and the zipper, eager to get his hand in and on Malcolm's hip, fingers gripping a little in his underwear.

Raylan planned on taking Malcolm home, cooking him fried chicken, and taking him to bed all over again.]

[Malcolm hummed a breath into the kiss as Raylan's hands worked their way inside his jeans, his shoulderblades still against the wall even as the rest of his body worked to stay as pressed against Raylan's as possible. His own hands slid down his body to find and fumble open Raylan's jeans, pushing them eagerly away from his hips. Skin. More skin.

He would happily be taken home after this. The quick job in the bar had sounded intriguing, but was quickly forgotten in the heat of their moment. Tomorrow, like Raylan said. That would be the time to think of something like that. At the moment, all he wanted was to get rid of Raylan's clothes and seal whatever sort of a deal they'd just come to.

Once fabric was pushed away from Raylan's hips, Malcolm's hand slid back up to his jaw, not willing to let that kiss break just yet, while his other hand found that hip again, now comfortably bare.]

[Raylan kept his weight forward to help keep them together and the flutter of heat that came with Malcolm's touch made his fingers impatient to push his underwear down so he could grab him and pull them together. The rub of their lengths against the velvet softness of their hips was just as intoxicating as Malcolm's kiss. Raylan's hand moved up Malcolm's sides as he kept their kiss just as hot and passionate.

When it broke, he was breathless and reaching between them to envelope and stroke Malcolm's length in a slow, relishing touch. He was hungry to hear and see that too sweet hitch in Malcolm's everything.]

[It was quick to come, the soft gasp at Raylan's touch, the shudder of anticipation through his body, the slightly messier ardour of the next kiss. He couldn't help pressing his hips into Raylan's hand, even as he reached down to grasp Raylan, eager to feel him hot and pulsing in his hand as he stroked him. Eager to make him feel good.]

[He'd never done drugs - smoked a little dope when he was a teenager but never since and he avoided everything else, but that shudder and gasp and the way Malcolm lifted into him felt like a hit of.. something. Top Shelf Expensive something. With his lips against Malcolm's, he couldn't see where his hand was going, and the warmth of fingers around him made him twitch with a rough half breathed sound.

There was no helping the way their hands moved in time, though he couldn't tell who matched who first, but Raylan's hips moved a little to meet each thrust and there was an audible shudder in his breath.

Their first encounter had been exploratory, sweet in their rawness and Malcolm's gentle guidance - in contrast this felt much more natural and dirty. They'd have time to linger later; the pressure of the tension that had built up between them felt too hot to do anything other that enjoy than their needy ends.]

[When the kiss broke, Malcolm let his head tilt back against the wall behind him, squeezing his eyes shut, gasping pleasure with each breath, close to completion. He'd never had an encounter so hungry and hurried that it couldn't wait until this one. They had to have each other. That feeling alone was heady. He lifted his head and looked at Raylan, then leaned in and pressed his forehead to Raylan's temple, drinking in the scent of his skin in shallow breaths as he pressed towards climax.]

[As much as part of Raylan wanted to glance down to watch the lewdness of their act, Malcolm and his face had the cowboy's full attention. He didn't want to miss a single flicker of feeling across the man's face, like a drunk minding the last drop of his whiskey bottle.

Raylan's off hand tightened on Malcolm's waist as he leaned his head in, resting the weight of his own back in return as he listened and felt them come up to peak. A few beats passed before Raylan gave a tight sound-] Malcolm, [He husked warningly, lips canting towards Malcolm's ear.] Cum with me.

[He was only going to be able to hang on for a few more seconds, but he wanted to enjoy them and the high they gave like he had last time.]

[Malcolm lifted his head to nod his response; he didn't trust his voice to make words. But it wasn't like he could help it. It would happen any moment, whether he wanted to wait or not. He lifted his eyes to Raylan's face, trailing up to his eyes, to hold them until he was overcome and he squeezed them shut as climax shot through him.]

[Raylan watched it happen until his eyes rolled back, face twisting in pleasure as his head fell forward onto Malcolm's shoulder, body shuddering and jerking a little as he let it wash over him. As their hands slowed to a stop, Raylan almost couldn't move, knees a little too weak to do anything other than keep them upright.

After a few seconds of letting the white fade back into vision, Raylan lifted his head enough to bring Malcolm into view, curling a toothy crooked smile at him.]

Told you I liked this barn.

[Shit was this.. Happiness? It felt like it had been too long since he'd sampled some but it lit his face in ways he would never be able to tell or control.]

Well... [Malcolm was still breathless, but also happy and satisfied.] ...Now I like it too.

[He lifted his clean hand to Raylan's face, his fingertips lingering along his jaw before he leaned in and set a gentle kiss on his lips.]

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