"I thought about it." He admits, "Punched him twice and he backed off. I let him go." See? He listens. Folks are getting through to him. It's not his fight anyway. He just wanted to punch the fucking homophobic, abusive sack of shit.
He quiets when Raylan steals a chaste kiss and hums softly into it like it's the most delicious thing he's tasted. But there's a soft noise of disapproval when the other pulls away and gets up, leaving him feeling cold and exposed. Still, that charming little smile is enough to light him up again and he'll reach for the offered hand with a little laugh at the attempt of an accent switch.
He'll move, feeling some pleasant aches through the alcoholic buzz and grunting as he gets to his feet with the help of his lover. He wobbles a little, knees somewhat unsteady between the booze in his veins and the leftover tremors of orgasm. He leans into it a little on purpose, staggering just so he can press up against Raylan for support and wrap his arms around his waist. He kisses along his shoulders and the nape of his neck.
"C'mon, you've made a damn mess..." He gives a little bump in the direction of the bathroom, dragging the other along before he lets go and slips away into the bathroom.
"Some people just need to get clocked a few times," he grants easily in the space that he could. The fact that Flint restrained himself was good - a small step in the right direction and one that Raylan knew wasn't cemented. Everything here was a work in progress and that was exactly how it should be.
Chuckling at the almost dramatic lean into him as Flint's weight comes up and steadyish, but easily wraps his arms around James to be the rock in the waves of whiskey and rum, humming his pleasure at the attention as his hands spread on the broader man's back, one hand sliding down to almost cradle the top side of his ass, some where between globe and hip for a soft squeeze before he's being dragged along, laughing softly for it and following once Flint lets go, with a "Oh, I made a mess, I see how it is."
"How'd ya like it," Raylan asks as he steps past, hand drifting along Flint's skin as he did and over to the shower tap, kicking on both handles and opening the shower diverter. "I prefer my showers more on the hot side than not, but I'm willin' to settle on tepid, though not without some argument. Dunno what they got in the inmate showers but I'm willin to wait if you don't wanna share. I will be sittin' by the door though to make sure you don't slip and bust your head."
Little things like showering by yourself was something Raylan knew was a valuable thing. No matter how wild their hormones got, he wouldn't be able to ignore the reality of the situation. He also knew there inmates that lived in warden cabins, so he wasn't worried about what anyone else might think.
Flint hums at all the wonderful little touches and attention, stepping aside a little to let Raylan handle the shower and watching with some curiosity as he leans in the doorway. It's a simple setup, but even the Inmate Showers were something he quickly got used to, but still marveled at on occasion. He listens to the endearing talk about the water or if he wanted privacy and just can't hold back the soft, appreciative, yet fond smile. It's cute, but also puts into perspective the different times they came from. How something so simple as a shower, let alone a private one, was a luxury to him. Plumbing on its own was something he didn't have until the Barge, though they had ways to pump water onto the ship for use. And kept the drinking or cooking kind in barrels.
"I'm not picky," He starts, "I'd just be happy it's hot."
As for taking one alone, he shrugs, "I mean, maybe for the first few minutes to just soak it in and clean up. But you can join me if you want."
He tips his head, "I don't mind company, if we'll fit comfortably in there."
A nod toward the shower, "I don't think you have to worry about me slipping though. The floor looks solid enough and we aren't dealing with the rocking of a boat on waves."
He pushes off from where he is to let his hand drift along Raylan's lower back, resting on the opposite hip as he leans in and gives him a little peck at his jaw.
"I appreciate the concern though. This is... it's nice. Compared to anything I'm used to." He doesn't want Raylan to think him ungrateful.
Raylan liked touching his lovers, liked making sure they were okay and comfortable. Being comfortable was underrated by folks nowadays but with James, Raylan felt like he understood what luxury was in the face of the harsh reality and turns of life.
"Hot it is," he confirms, adjusting the spouts accordingly. "We will and I do. Want to, that is." Turning to meet Flint as he steps in, smiling at the close company and the kiss, his hand tightens briefly where it was secured around the man's waist.
"I want you to be comfortable here," he says, features softening around it's already warm and loose edges. "That's all it is. A place where you've got the option of a door that no one's gonna come through if you don't want 'em to." His smile spread a little.
"Gimme a yell when you're ready for company, huh? I'll work on changin' the sheets. You got me out here havin' an extra set and everything."
Flint definitely understood the luxury of being comfortable, there's only so much of that you can find on a ship out at sea or a pirate-filled island. Comfort had been a home he kept with Miranda, a few miles away from Nassau proper. Tucked away for no one to bother or find. He appreciated what Raylan has done for him, giving him a place comparable to what he once had, as best as they could do on this Barge.
He ducks his head a little and smiles, looking up at the other from under his eyelashes, not shy but coy and flirtatious. He'll reach for Raylan when the other pulls away, gripping his forearm to stop him short.
"Hey." He steps in and pulls the other in as he kisses him softly, echoing his thanks in the gesture instead. He brushes his fingers over his cheek and jaw before pulling back with a smile.
"I'll have to see to fixing up my cabin, I want to be able to give you the same." He nods then turns for the shower, reluctant to break eye contact, but he'll eventually duck in and shut the curtain to just, bask in the warmth of the water being sprayed over his body. He'll splay his hands out over the walls to bow his head and let it run down his neck and back. He throws his head back to smooth his fingers over his damp skull and rub the wet droplets over his face and eyes. He'll find the soap and quickly scrub up after a good long soak in the heat.
When he's nearly finished he'll call for Raylan. "All clear. C'mon in."
It was a good look on James, that coy, devilishly enchanting little smile, one that Raylan could only hope to see there more often. He was stopped easily with that hand on his forearm, lips breaking into a smile of his own as he was pulled in and curling into the soft kiss as his hand spread across Flint's waist.
He could get used to this warm feeling stirring around in his chest. He couldn't help but like how James made him feel, especially when he kissed him like that and doubly so with the declaration. His lovers didn't usually care about his comfort in such a way; they usually just took him as he was and didn't give it a second thought.
As Flint breaks away and gets into the shower, Raylan watches until the curtain is drawn before walking back out into the bedroom. After a brief inspection of the mess they made, the blanket is taken off so he can collect the topsheet they soiled. Thankfully, things were viscous enough to not have seeped through enough to bother this late at night and it's pitched into the far corner of the room against his closet door.
But with Flint's call, Raylan left the rest of it for after the shower, padding into the bathroom and announcing himself with a- "Watch out, make room." - Before pulling the curtain enough to step in with a crooked grin, shoulders breaking the stream from the showerhead to run wide rivers down his chest.
"How'd you like the soap?" It smelled of leather and oak, a subtle scent that Flint had already smelled, even if he hadn't realized it until now.
Flint finishes up the last of his scrubbing, but keeps the bar of soap in hand as Raylan makes his way in with an announcement. He steps back to the back of the shower to give him plenty of room and there's something indescribable that happens when the other joins him and smiles at him like that. He feels different, but it's good. Great even. The shower alone had been so calm and quiet, enough to cool his heels and realize his thoughts were silent. And now? With Raylan here it's like somethings just clicked into place, right where it belongs. He's happy. He's forgotten what it felt like.
Later he'd probably blame all the warm fuzzy feelings on the alcohol, but for right now the world was quiet and nothing else mattered but them and that's all that he ever wanted. Raylan Givens was quickly becoming an addiction if he could give him nights like this all the time.
"I like it, but now I smell like you. I might have to get my own bar at some point." To keep here, so there was something that smelled like him for Raylan to be reminded of when he wants something pleasant to think about.
"Turn around, I'll get your back if you get mine."
"I hope that's not a problem, smellin' like me." His smile stayed broad, but he'd had complaints before, however good natured it had been. Tipping his head back, Raylan raked his fingers through his too long hair and got it wet before turning around.
"Don't go to hard though, you seem to have left some lovely reminders for me."
"No, I'm definitely not complaining." He watches the way the water rolls over his skin and how Raylan tips his head back to dampen his hair and just how hot he looks sleek and wet. He waits till he turns around and plants a kiss on the nape of his neck.
"But it's only fair, if I'm going to be smelling you on me all day, that you get the same." He gives a little nip at his shoulder and then starts scrubbing, his other hand idly tracing the red marks with a hum of approval.
"If they don't stick I'll just have to make more." Not tonight anymore, he's getting sleepy, between winding down from great sex and all the alcohol in his veins. He's too relaxed to want to ruin it.
"I'd love the same," he admits over his shoulder, lips still pulled into it's cant, weight sinking back into the kiss and twitching in soft approval at the nip on his skin. He, like Flint, was ready for bed but tomorrow was a new day and them showering, like everything else they'd done, would live in the back of his head as possible promises of what might come.
"No matter how I get it." But was was more important right now was them getting clean and once Raylan was cleaned and Flint's back was scrubbed which came with a soft wrapping of Raylan's arms around him as he soaked in the heat and the company. Better to get them into bed and under the blanket sooner rather than later.
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He quiets when Raylan steals a chaste kiss and hums softly into it like it's the most delicious thing he's tasted. But there's a soft noise of disapproval when the other pulls away and gets up, leaving him feeling cold and exposed. Still, that charming little smile is enough to light him up again and he'll reach for the offered hand with a little laugh at the attempt of an accent switch.
He'll move, feeling some pleasant aches through the alcoholic buzz and grunting as he gets to his feet with the help of his lover. He wobbles a little, knees somewhat unsteady between the booze in his veins and the leftover tremors of orgasm. He leans into it a little on purpose, staggering just so he can press up against Raylan for support and wrap his arms around his waist. He kisses along his shoulders and the nape of his neck.
"C'mon, you've made a damn mess..." He gives a little bump in the direction of the bathroom, dragging the other along before he lets go and slips away into the bathroom.
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Chuckling at the almost dramatic lean into him as Flint's weight comes up and steadyish, but easily wraps his arms around James to be the rock in the waves of whiskey and rum, humming his pleasure at the attention as his hands spread on the broader man's back, one hand sliding down to almost cradle the top side of his ass, some where between globe and hip for a soft squeeze before he's being dragged along, laughing softly for it and following once Flint lets go, with a "Oh, I made a mess, I see how it is."
"How'd ya like it," Raylan asks as he steps past, hand drifting along Flint's skin as he did and over to the shower tap, kicking on both handles and opening the shower diverter. "I prefer my showers more on the hot side than not, but I'm willin' to settle on tepid, though not without some argument. Dunno what they got in the inmate showers but I'm willin to wait if you don't wanna share. I will be sittin' by the door though to make sure you don't slip and bust your head."
Little things like showering by yourself was something Raylan knew was a valuable thing. No matter how wild their hormones got, he wouldn't be able to ignore the reality of the situation. He also knew there inmates that lived in warden cabins, so he wasn't worried about what anyone else might think.
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"I'm not picky," He starts, "I'd just be happy it's hot."
As for taking one alone, he shrugs, "I mean, maybe for the first few minutes to just soak it in and clean up. But you can join me if you want."
He tips his head, "I don't mind company, if we'll fit comfortably in there."
A nod toward the shower, "I don't think you have to worry about me slipping though. The floor looks solid enough and we aren't dealing with the rocking of a boat on waves."
He pushes off from where he is to let his hand drift along Raylan's lower back, resting on the opposite hip as he leans in and gives him a little peck at his jaw.
"I appreciate the concern though. This is... it's nice. Compared to anything I'm used to." He doesn't want Raylan to think him ungrateful.
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"Hot it is," he confirms, adjusting the spouts accordingly. "We will and I do. Want to, that is." Turning to meet Flint as he steps in, smiling at the close company and the kiss, his hand tightens briefly where it was secured around the man's waist.
"I want you to be comfortable here," he says, features softening around it's already warm and loose edges. "That's all it is. A place where you've got the option of a door that no one's gonna come through if you don't want 'em to." His smile spread a little.
"Gimme a yell when you're ready for company, huh? I'll work on changin' the sheets. You got me out here havin' an extra set and everything."
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He ducks his head a little and smiles, looking up at the other from under his eyelashes, not shy but coy and flirtatious. He'll reach for Raylan when the other pulls away, gripping his forearm to stop him short.
"Hey." He steps in and pulls the other in as he kisses him softly, echoing his thanks in the gesture instead. He brushes his fingers over his cheek and jaw before pulling back with a smile.
"I'll have to see to fixing up my cabin, I want to be able to give you the same." He nods then turns for the shower, reluctant to break eye contact, but he'll eventually duck in and shut the curtain to just, bask in the warmth of the water being sprayed over his body. He'll splay his hands out over the walls to bow his head and let it run down his neck and back. He throws his head back to smooth his fingers over his damp skull and rub the wet droplets over his face and eyes. He'll find the soap and quickly scrub up after a good long soak in the heat.
When he's nearly finished he'll call for Raylan. "All clear. C'mon in."
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He could get used to this warm feeling stirring around in his chest. He couldn't help but like how James made him feel, especially when he kissed him like that and doubly so with the declaration. His lovers didn't usually care about his comfort in such a way; they usually just took him as he was and didn't give it a second thought.
As Flint breaks away and gets into the shower, Raylan watches until the curtain is drawn before walking back out into the bedroom. After a brief inspection of the mess they made, the blanket is taken off so he can collect the topsheet they soiled. Thankfully, things were viscous enough to not have seeped through enough to bother this late at night and it's pitched into the far corner of the room against his closet door.
But with Flint's call, Raylan left the rest of it for after the shower, padding into the bathroom and announcing himself with a- "Watch out, make room." - Before pulling the curtain enough to step in with a crooked grin, shoulders breaking the stream from the showerhead to run wide rivers down his chest.
"How'd you like the soap?" It smelled of leather and oak, a subtle scent that Flint had already smelled, even if he hadn't realized it until now.
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Later he'd probably blame all the warm fuzzy feelings on the alcohol, but for right now the world was quiet and nothing else mattered but them and that's all that he ever wanted. Raylan Givens was quickly becoming an addiction if he could give him nights like this all the time.
"I like it, but now I smell like you. I might have to get my own bar at some point." To keep here, so there was something that smelled like him for Raylan to be reminded of when he wants something pleasant to think about.
"Turn around, I'll get your back if you get mine."
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"Don't go to hard though, you seem to have left some lovely reminders for me."
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"But it's only fair, if I'm going to be smelling you on me all day, that you get the same." He gives a little nip at his shoulder and then starts scrubbing, his other hand idly tracing the red marks with a hum of approval.
"If they don't stick I'll just have to make more." Not tonight anymore, he's getting sleepy, between winding down from great sex and all the alcohol in his veins. He's too relaxed to want to ruin it.
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"No matter how I get it." But was was more important right now was them getting clean and once Raylan was cleaned and Flint's back was scrubbed which came with a soft wrapping of Raylan's arms around him as he soaked in the heat and the company. Better to get them into bed and under the blanket sooner rather than later.