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Deputy US Marshal Givens ([personal profile] tinstar) wrote2021-12-15 05:00 pm
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[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-05-09 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Mn, good." He sighs, half drowsy already as he's settled in.

"Goodnight." Hearing his name fall from Raylan's lips was nice if he was honest with himself. Not many folks called him James, just those closest to him. And at this point, Raylan's certainly earned that spot.

He dozes off, only vaguely aware of the soft thank you, whispered at his back that he is too deep in his drift to respond to. He slumbers comfortably, body going boneless and heavy within minutes of his breathing evening out into blissful sleep. But it's only an hour or two before his body starts tensing and twitching and soft grunts of noises are rumbling in his throat. Words that he can't quite utter in his sleep.

Luckily though, when he does wake with a startled gasp, it's with enough wherewithal not to elbow the man behind him. He's covered in a cold sweat and takes a moment to clutch Raylan's hand, moving it to his chest over his heart and curling in on himself as he tries to catch his breath and hope he hasn't woke the other up.
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CW: Terrifying corpse imagery, death, nightmare

[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-05-09 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately for Flint, his demons would no longer be quieted by getting drunk. At least, he had to get himself very deep into a stupor or near to blackout to not dream. He's trembling against Raylan when he feels those lips brush along his skin and the soft, soothing words. He'll give the hand a little squeeze in return but he turns his head away and into the pillow to hide the tears threatening to fall, burning his eyes.

He'd relived the death of Miranda over and over since his return from Flotilla, plagued with her ghost. He doesn't think she means to torment him, but she's there as a reminder and its his mind tormenting itself. He'd woken up this time only to be staring at her lifeless body as if it were laying in bed with them. Cheek pressed to the pillow near his, blood soaking into the cloth. Then those dim, distant eyes moved and focused on him, lips opening without sound.

He shut his eyes tight and curled in on himself just before Raylan stirred and when he opened his eyes again she was gone. He was shaking like a leaf, chest rising and falling with quick, choppy breaths. He's fighting off the need to sob, swallowing everything back because he doesn't want Raylan to see him break. How many nights had he already done this, enough was enough. It was still terrifying.

He just closes his eyes and listens to Raylan's words, feeling his heartbeat against his back and those soft lips and light feathery breaths on his skin. He slowly but surely calms down, lifting his other hand to wipe at his eyes and try to shake it off.

"It's Miranda," He admits. "I see her face... she haunts me, awake or asleep."

He doesn't know if he even told Raylan about what happened to her, "It's still so fresh. Before I died, before I came here she was murdered. I was there. I still feel the warm splash of her blood on my face when she was shot in the head..."

His breath hitches, "You'd think... after being given a year in Flotilla on top of my time here I would've been able to stop seeing her."
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[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-05-09 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
All Flint can do at that moment is listen and nod, drawing in breaths through his nose as his nostrils flared and trying to hold them so he can let it out slow past his lips. It's not just her, of course, he has many ghosts that plague him at night or when he's alone with his thoughts, but she is the one he sees the most when he's awake. Clear as day.

He'll unlatch their hands in favor of carefully and slowly turning over in Raylan's embrace so he can flip to his other side and face the Marshal. He'll sort of slip down a little so he can wrap his arms around his waist and bury his head in the circle of his arms and chest without pressing in on those wounded ribs. He closes his eyes and just breathes, trying to envelope himself in the other to provide some baser comfort to his brain. Surround himself with the smell and the warmth of another. There were nights Miranda had held him like this after the murderous and wrathful things he'd had to do as Flint. Especially those first few nights.
Edited 2022-05-09 23:41 (UTC)
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NSFW after this - Naughty Dreams

[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-05-10 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
It works like a charm. Being enveloped in the warmth of the other cocooned in Raylan's arms and lulled into a peaceful slumber by the sound of his heartbeat. Flint relaxes and drifts easily and the pair finally get a good night's rest.

The morning comes, bleery and cool and Flint begrudgingly has to disconnect from the welcoming warmth of the other man to drag himself out of bed and get dressed. He's off to work on the repairs for the day, and being when or where he's from, early is the best time to go. But that also means his evening becomes pretty well free and he'll return by sunset to knock on Raylan's door.

They talk and laugh, maybe play a little bit of cards or dice. Flint's brought along a significant book. He lays it at Raylan's bedside and makes him promise not to let anyone else read it. It's his story, written by another version of him by another bargizen he doesn't remember knowing, but it's his soul, bared on it's pages. He's not ready to share it with others yet, not comfortable with the whole of the barge knowing. He especially doesn't feel safe keeping it in the Library after what happened recently.

Once they've drank enough to get sleepy, they'll curl up together in the same tangled position as the night before. Flint tucks himself up under Raylan's chin, if only so it's less likely that his embrace will end up around Raylan's chest. Their legs entwine, with the Marshal's thigh between his own and his arms hold him around his waist. He drifts off, almost easier than the night before, but it seems their second night is fated to be interrupted once more.

Flint's mind wanders of it's own accord, but instead of a nightmare he's given something else entirely. His pulse races as he's taken back to that red-lit closet, feeling Raylan's lips on his own, then trailing all over his body. His grip tightens on the sleeping form in his arms, hands moving south to find handfuls of his ass, pulling his hips in tight. He grinds against him in his sleep as the dream becomes heated and heavy, causing his body to react in the physical world where his cock is pressed against Raylan's hip between very little cloth. His breaths are raspy as he pants against Raylan's chest and moans softly, still ensnared in his lewd dream.
Edited (warnings) 2022-05-10 23:53 (UTC)
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[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-05-11 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Being surrounded by the smell of the other man, especially as his own body responded in kind with his arousal, only served to fuel the fire. Slowly but surely as his cock got too hard, his need too painful, his mind finally began to pull out of the dream and come into consciousness. He became aware of the soft noises the other was making or the way his body moved against his own and he began to realize, sleepily, that this wasn't a dream anymore. He snaps awake, part of him ashamed of what had happened, but the stronger part of him only felt the absolute need for pleasure, that baser instinct to just get off and get it over with.

Raylan certainly didn't seem to mind, as he turns his eyes from those groping hands to the hazy, horny pair next to him, he could see the want there. Raylan was at least somewhat awake and hadn't pushed him away or woken him up. He'd rolled with it, and he could feel how fucking hard he was from all of it. He'd apologize later.

Instead, the hand pinned under his body moved as he shifted against him, coming up to cup Raylan's face and pull him into a hungry, sloppy, breathless kiss. The other hand moved off that firm ass to reach down between them so he could push the cloth off his hip and pull himself out. He gives a few languid strokes before he squirms his way closer, lining them up and pulling Raylan's hands away so he can wrap his own around both of their cocks. He presses them together, cleft in cleft, smearing precum around as he tugs at them and rocks his hips to create friction.

He moans into their heated kiss before he has to break, lips parted to catch his breath and pant. That hand on the others jaw slips back into his hair and grips at the base of his skull, pushing their foreheads together as he ruts desperate to come. This wasn't that much different from the many times he'd climbed in the bunk of one of the other young navy soldiers he knew. Or when they'd sneak off to mess around in private, letting their hormones drive them wild.
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[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-05-11 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
His knee lifts, widening the space between them so Raylan can push in as close as their bodies would allow, dragging his thigh up the outside of his hip to wrap around him. He grips them firmly, jerking his hand over them a little faster as they both thrust and move in tandem, feeling how the other throbs and jolts in response to his own pulsing as if they were feeding off each other's arousal, not just the friction and desperate movement. He's breathless as the other clings to him, intensely turned on by how intimate and sensual this moment was, clouded and dizzy in his need.

Those words, raspy and vulnerable are enough to make his hips stutter and that firm ball of heat in his belly becomes overwhelming. To hear the other admit he wants him, to hear him beg like that, coupled with the heated memories and being surrounded by him is enough to push him over the edge. It ripples through him like electricity and with a few more strokes he comes, hard between them, slicking up his hand as he keeps rubbing them firmly together to push Raylan into and through his own orgasm.

He's got his arm snaked around his shoulders, clutching him tightly, but being wary of his ribs. His fingers dug into the opposite shoulder and his cheek pressed to the skin at the nape of his neck. He pants, making soft whimpering moans as his hips jerk and his cock shudders to spill the last few spurts of his load. It was a lot more intense than he imagined something so simple could be, but the pair of them were so desperate for some intimacy that it's no wonder this could give them some kind of other-worldly release. He feels like he's floating, the relief is euphoric in its own right. The tension between them since their College days had built up more than he thought. Sure he'd done this a time or two with his navy bunkmates but it was never like this.

"F-fuck." He tries to catch his breath as he just clings to the other in their throes, bodies moving of their own accord until they both start to come down and just breathe together. He trembles in the aftershocks, not wanting to disconnect from the other, enjoying the closeness and the way their bodies just reverberate with one another. He presses his sweat-soaked brow against Raylan's, nuzzling softly and moving in for a slow, sensual kiss once he's sure the other is finished.
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[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-05-11 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Reality didn't quite fade back in until Raylan was breaking the slow, deep kiss that he'd been thoroughly enjoying. So much so that when the other breaks he's dragging in a deep, lung-filling breath and huffing softly as if he'd run a marathon.

"I'm not." He murmurs in response. Though he had been a little sorry at the start of all this, being the one getting hot and bothered in their sleep and waking the other man up with a hard-on. But he's certainly not sorry for how it ended. He was more relaxed and content than he's felt in a long time. Despite everything he'd experienced as a College Student, it felt like years since he'd anything as good as that. And they hadn't even fucked.

"I think we both needed that." Badly, it seems, if how they're feeling is anything to go by. He's happily sated for now. And he kisses the other gently once more for a little while longer just to enjoy the taste of him and bask in everything.

"I might be a little sorry about the sheets. Or when I'll need to get up and move." Which he should do before things start to dry so he begrudgingly disconnects from the invalid to slip out of bed and go find something to clean up with. Flint washes his hands first, then grabs a towel from the bathroom and throws it at Raylan. He wets a cloth to clean himself before rinsing it out with warm water. He returns with it to sit on the edge of the bed, sitting next to Raylan and laying the warm, wet cloth on his hip.

"How's the ribs?"
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[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-05-13 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Flint sits casually naked and tosses the clean towel he found over the wet mark. They still had to sleep there and both were too hazy and a little sleepy to care about cleaning up properly, so a towel would have to do. He smiles softly at the little affectionate touch on his knee, his free hand coming to lightly trace over the knuckles and wrist.

"Or you could just sleep naked." He shrugs, "No sense putting them on til you need to wear'em again."

He'll tip his head to let his eyes roam slowly over his body as he lays, stretched out and satisfied, looking really damn good and relaxed. He gives his thigh a pat.

"C'mon, sit up then so I can get that shirt off you." He waits patiently and expectantly.

"As for the wake-up, I'll have to keep that in mind." He gives a little lopsided smile. He definitely agrees.
Edited 2022-05-13 02:17 (UTC)
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[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-05-14 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Flint will grasp that hand, giving the other something solid to grip onto, gently pulling him up when the other starts to move so as not to jolt or jerk him too quick so that it hurts even more. Once he's upright he'll carefully pluck at the edge of the shirt and lift it off his body, being wary of the bandages as he moves the cloth up and over them, then over his head. He tosses it with the rest where it's piled near the bathroom door.

He'll get up from his spot on Raylan's side of the bed to walk around to his. Only sparing a half-thought at the idea that that was now HIS side of the bed before throwing it into the back of his mind. They weren't an old married couple.

He slips in with the other once more to grab the edge of the blanket and pull it up over them as he scoots in closer and curls up at Raylan's side, snuggling down next to him. He drapes a lazy arm over his belly and drops a kiss or two on the outside of his shoulder as he makes himself comfortable.

"You know... all of this wouldn't be such a pain in the ass if you'd go to the infirmary and get yourself healed up. I heard there are people here with powers to do that."
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[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-05-14 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
He easily tangles their legs together as they get comfortable, his own thumb moving over Raylan's hip. Flint's brow furrows softly as he listens, trying to pick at the sleepy words or to read the tone of them. He doesn't know what happened to Tim, or that tidbit that goes unsaid, he thinks to ask but figures that's something Raylan can tell him when he wants to talk about it.

"Are you saying you want to suffer?" He asks, a little unsure. Because it's not fair not to? That sounds sort of silly.

"One of the first things I learned about you was how much you care about other people, and want to help them or protect them because that's what you do. How are you supposed to keep doing any of that if you can barely get out of bed and dress yourself? And then you'll only beat yourself up more when you can't do your job." Which he imagines is part of what is happening now.

Though he'll lean in a little closer as he lowers his voice, "At the very least, think of the other things we could get up to if you could breathe properly without your ribs hurting."
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[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-05-14 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"There are a lot of people that aren't afraid of guns, and pulling it means you have to be ready to shoot it, which I know you don't want to do. You'd have any other way if your ribs weren't bothering you." He raises his brows at him and drops more kisses along his shoulder and neck.

"Why do you want to torture yourself so?" It's less about him being stubborn and wondering what the other is feeling or what's going through his head. They've shared so much already and Flint's poured his guts out, it's only fair that Raylan gets the chance to do the same.
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[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-05-14 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey." Flint's brow furrows softly and he pushes himself up onto his elbow to look down at Raylan so he can reach up and gently take his chin and turn his eyes to him.

"You didn't make him leave. That was his choice. And if he didn't love you enough to stay and to talk it out and work through it, then he wasn't worth it from the start." His thumb brushes over his chin.

"And the breach, that wasn't us as we are now, it was different. Not just a whole other version of ourselves in a whole other world, but like a past self from a whole other timeline. Even if we remember and still feel what it was like. It wasn't us. It was a version of us. A version of you that wasn't tethered or didn't know he was with Tim. And if he couldn't handle that? That's on him. It didn't change anything, it didn't change how you felt, or how you're feeling now because of it. It's Tim's loss. You need to stop beating yourself up for things you couldn't have known or done anything about. You don't have to apologize or feel guilty for just living and enjoying yourself while you can." He leans over and gives him a little peck on the forehead.

"You didn't do anything wrong. You don't need to punish yourself."
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[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-05-15 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Those eyes search Raylan's own after his words, but more come to mind. He can see how the other suffers with this.

"If he cared for you, he'd still be here. Not me." He shakes his head gently but pushes his cheek into the touch.

"And if one Breach was all it took then --" The kiss cuts him off from his speechifying and he'll gladly close his eyes and shut up to be pulled into it. It's a soft, slow, chaste thing, like the first time he kissed Thomas. He massages his lips against Raylan's, kissing him sweetly in kind. His fingers spread out over his jaw and cheek, brushing over the shell of his ear and back through his salt and pepper hair.

Maybe he was just a little fired up on Raylan's behalf, more pissed off that Tim has hurt him like this over something so absolutely stupid. Tim didn't deserve Raylan if that were the case.

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