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[Raylan took advantage of having several hours to bring his hotel room back into something resembling tidiness, as well as taking a shower and grabbing a nap - Sleep wasn't something anyone got a lot of around Malcolm Whitly, but he'd long learned how to live and work on smaller amounts of sleep.
Dressed but with his button up open and no shoes on his feet, Raylan answered the door with a pull of a smile.] Managed to make it one piece I see. C'mon in. [ He shut the door behind him as he continued.] Flight okay?
[Raylan took advantage of having several hours to bring his hotel room back into something resembling tidiness, as well as taking a shower and grabbing a nap - Sleep wasn't something anyone got a lot of around Malcolm Whitly, but he'd long learned how to live and work on smaller amounts of sleep.
Dressed but with his button up open and no shoes on his feet, Raylan answered the door with a pull of a smile.] Managed to make it one piece I see. C'mon in. [ He shut the door behind him as he continued.] Flight okay?

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[Thus the jello cups. While he spoke, one hand slipped up under Malcolm's shirt.]
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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.]
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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.]
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You're allowed to want this.
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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.]
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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.]
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Raylan planned on taking Malcolm home, cooking him fried chicken, and taking him to bed all over again.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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[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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I guess I can donate my shirt to clean up, [he offered, stepping back to glance around, locate the shirt and pick it up to snap it against the air and kick off some of the sawdust before he started wiping up.]
But now you are going to have to change. [He glanced at himself again.] Probably after a shower.
[Largely clean, he handed his undershirt to Malcolm, feeling far too much like he was walking on air as he tucked himself away and tidied the state of his pants.]
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He was staring. He glanced around the barn instead.]
What was this used for? [Asked as they made their way back to the door.] Originally.
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Arlo never used it so there's no telling the last time it was given real purpose.
[Did making out in it like teenagers count as giving it purpose again? Raylan wasn't sure. He couldn't stop smiling. Ducking to pick up the duffle bag and his abandoned beer, Raylan took a draft of the later as they started across the field. He was hyperaware of the sun on his skin and it was just as delightfully sinful as the reason he was forced to do it.
The undershirt had been left abandoned and that was okay. He'd buy more if he needed to.]
I'd like to sell to someone who will use the land. Respect it's history. I'm just glad I don't have to be here to do it.
Your mom owns a lotta real estate, right? I know she owns your building, likely her house but.. [ He was curious.
And it allowed them a breather before they could get too wrapped up in the fact that Raylan had kinda asked Malcolm to date him. There was a litany of static around that fact - did that mean Raylan had a boyfriend? The labels and external pressure was a lot for the man, so he couldn't look at it dead on that often. Though Malcolm had made short work of the first step of breaking down that wall.]
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[Malcolm was perfectly happy not to put a label on it if labels made Raylan uncomfortable. He was more than perfectly happy to be touched like that and understand what it meant in quiet whispers between them if that was what worked for them.]
It's a beautiful place. Have you had anyone interested in it at all?
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[ Raylan shook his head. ]
There have been a few inquiries but a look around the rest of Halan put deals in the grave before they're on the table. It's only been on market for a year or so. A very, very long year.
You have any plans on getting into it once she starts stepping back?
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Might have to get your help on that if I'm to ever offload this place. Marketing isn't really my thing. [Surprise to no one.]
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[As they reached the house, he followed Raylan up to the door.] So you're making dinner. Do you cook often?
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No, [he admitted.] That's just for you too. [Smirking, Raylan opened the door, gesturing for Malcolm to go first before he came in behind him.]
I live on take out and charity, most of the time. Which works, since you don't eat often. I pulled out Helen's recipe for it. And it's only going to be the chicken. Not exactly a southern spread but enough for two for a few days, if needed. I'm a sucker for a sandwich.
[ He looked at Malcolm as they stopped in the kitchen.] I'll start it after we shower.. Do you wanna go first?
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