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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.]

[There was an audible note of satisfaction in his next deep breath and his smile crept a little at the caress on his jaw, meeting the kiss just as gently. When it broke, Raylan chuckled softly, extracting his hand and himself off Malcolm.]

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.]

[Malcolm accepted the shirt and wiped himself up, then pulled up his jeans, glancing around to find his shirt and shake it out. He pulled it back on over his head and looked over at Raylan, who was certainly not less sweaty than before and now was walking around without even the thin undershirt to conceal it.

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.

We've had this land for a couple generations, but I know it was a stable once before it got converted to hold farming equipment. [ He picked up his hat and dusted it off before sliding it on, all too aware of the picture he painted so uncovered as they headed out the door.]

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.]

Yeah. A lot of the Miltons' family fortune is from real estate. My mom's got a lot of her money in it because its value doesn't care about her name.

[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?

It's a smart move. Land is a good market, usually and a name isn't bad enough to stave anyone off.

[ 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?

The family business? [He laughed lightly.] No, I'm steadfastly staying out of all business done by my family. I think I'll stick with law enforcement. [He looked over.] Maybe better marketing will help you find the right buyer. You need someone who wants to use the land and isn't put off by... [He frowned, unsure how to phrase it.] Some less sophisticated and perhaps poorly behaved neighbours.

Poor Ainsley then, [ he returned with a grin, glancing at where they were going briefly.] Someone's going to have to take it.

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.]

I can help. [He smiled.] I'm happy to help.

[As they reached the house, he followed Raylan up to the door.] So you're making dinner. Do you cook often?

[That was that smile again, the one that Raylan couldn't help but return as they strode the last bit of the way up to the house.]

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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