Raylan was sleeping well; the first few touches didn't wake him at all, but the brush of his hair at the temple was enough to rouse him with a soft hum. There was no eye cracking yet, just Raylan's arm reaching to encircle James and pull him in tight as he burrows in, inadvertently leaning into the kiss.
He hums again with a deep breath as he finally gets around to cracking that eye, smiling a lazy warm smile at the face that greeted him. It took a second for his brain to catch up, to note that Rory- James, was back to having one eye. His eyes widened a little.
12 years. Double the time he spend married to Winona, and so much fucking happier. They'd been married. They had a life. They could have that again; Raylan's gut trusted the story they'd just lived, trusted that history, that life struggle, that success.
His fingertips dig into the blanket, a soft, desperate little cling as it all sets in, his lips canting to a stupid, lovesickingly charming smile. Yeah, there was space racing, there was chasing Fitz, there were all the coolest things to 14 year old, Sci-fi loving secret nerd who loved reading. But there was also an experience, a relationship that Vaughn would have murdered over the same way Raylan would. They had a life. A life to be proud of.
"Mornin' you," he finally says, voice raspy and quiet from sleep.
James never would grow tired of waking up with Raylan and that soft-mussed look or those little lop-sided, love-sick, charming smiles. And after having a whole lifetime crammed into his memory of this very thing, it makes him appreciate it even more than before.
"Morning." He leans in and kisses him soft and sweet. He'll then get a wicked idea in his head and gently bully the other over onto his back so he can roll over on top of him, settling his hips between Raylan's thighs.
"Seems like we finally got to have something nice to share together, for once." Since they missed out on the Port, and anything before that was chaos or pain.
Raylan sounds a little note into the kiss, one that breaks into a pleased little chuckle as he's bullied onto his back, legs shifting as needed to welcome James. He hooked his feet around his legs, sliding them down to lock the man in place as his hands fight to get under the blanket so they can smooth over and around James's built form.
Dangerous place to be in; he already had morning wood and James wasn't doing the slightest thing to discourage it.
"Somethin' very nice. Twelve years of marriage looks good on you, darlin'. Feels good too." He spread his hand across James's back, the other one sliding up his shoulder and down his arm.
"We dug minerals together," he says more softly, with all the power that shared experience brought men who dug together. Even if they didn't marry all their mining buddies, there was a bond to it that couldn't be argued. The deepest most resonant bond James could get with a man who'd been a miner in this life.
That may have been part of his wicked plan, as his own is nestled in between them with only the light cloth of his underwear to act as a barrier. Morning sex is never far from his mind, but especially the morning after something like what they just were allowed to experience together. It almost felt like they were getting a honeymoon all over again, even if they weren't married in this timeline. And Marriage between two men was something he'd only become aware of as an option in the few months he's been on the Barge, it never really dawned on him that they could have it, until now. Now that it was a fresh thought in his mind, it was something he'd be mulling over and thinking about for a while.
They haven't even been together a year but this, all of this, everything they'd been through, the different lives they shared... nothing felt too soon for them. Not when the future could be uncertain, even if they both felt even more sure of what they would want their future together to look like. This past Breach only made that picture even clearer in his mind.
"The longest of anything I've ever had, the longest I'd ever gone that happy and content. A lot of firsts..." After all, even if he'd considered Miranda like his wife, she wasn't actually married to him.
As those hands spread over his skin, he can't help but to arch his spine up into the spread of his fingers.
"And water," Which was an odd thing to think about, after living on a huge body of water for so much of his life. To live a life so far from water, to have to dangerously mine the water and bring it to the surface like that.
"And... honestly, there were a lot of different things we got to have together." He wiggles his hips a little, slowly back and forth to be a tease. He's trapped after all and has no intention of moving anywhere so he may as well make the best of his position.
"But the Mining together thing feels more significant now, even if, prior to this I couldn't have possibly understood that connection." Other than it was likely something important. Still it was almost said with a silent question, he wanted to know how much it meant to Raylan.
"We could still have those things," he murmurs, hand sliding down to roam over James's ass and enticing him with a faint lifting grind of his hips. He didn't know how James would take to the idea of them getting married, but they'd proven they could. They'd proven that it could work, that it could lift them both up and make them better.
"There's no trust like the trust you build with someone when your life is in their hands every day. No trust like the one built up over twelve years where my life was yours, every sunrise and sunset."
I'd marry you again.
Raylan brought up his hand from James's arm to cup his face and pull him down into a sweet kiss.
"There's no reason we have to stop now ya know," he whispers when it breaks.
"Mmn," He moans softly with a hum as that hand drifts down and grips his ass, or those hips grind up to create a delicious amount of friction. He starts rocking against Raylan, rubbing their bodies together with need.
"We will have those things." He huffs, one hand shifting up his lover's chest, over his sternum as he rolls his hips fluidly. It pauses, briefly, noting the lack of those necklaces they shared, the ones he'd made so they could feel each others heart beats. He misses them, he misses the ring on his finger and the weight of the band that he could flick and spin with his thumb. He pulls himself from it, needing to remind himself that that world, and that version of them were different, but they could build their own...
That same hand then moves up into his hair and brushes against the shell of his ear.
"My life is yours. Every sunrise and sunset." He's easily pulled into the kiss, closing his eye and humming once more like it was the most delicious thing he's tasted in a long time.
"I have no intention of stopping." He'll bow his head and capture Raylan's lips with something more hungry, deepening it with his passion as their bodies continue to rut.
There was no Halloween party to be teased at, no chance of someone bursting in and pointing fingers, no chance of anything other than them staying in bed together for another 45 minutes, at the least. The soft moan, the roll of James against and into him, the morning wood that Raylan had woken up with was full staff already.
Raylan can't help but hum a note himself at James's assertion and the palm smoothing but his chest, making Raylan breathe in to meet it more fully. The touch over his chest and neck, ironically, makes him think of the same thing; the necklaces that let Rory and Vaughn be connected no matter where one was in the universe. How reassuring just feeling his husband's heartbeat against his chest was.
The Marshal was totally enraptured by the echoed words and pours his heart into the softer kiss. When it broke, his hand starts to push their way under the flimsy boxers James was wearing. He can't help but groan at the words that followed and met the deeper kiss with just as much hunger, tongue eagerly twisting into the rum sweet warmth as he grabs James's ass, rolling his hip to rub their clothed cocks together.
Off hand sliding off his face, Raylan wraps it around James's back to hold and gently claw down his skin.
"Good," he husks when their lips break, only to steal James's lips back up again.
The feeling of that strong grip, massaging into the meat of his ass and the bite of his nails dragging streaks down his back only spur him on. And when his mouth is captured for another consuming kiss his tongue is lewdly licking into Raylan's mouth so their tongues tangle and slide. The hand in Raylan's hair makes its trek back down his throat to his sternum and over his heart.
He'll back off only when his lungs start to burn, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth with a playful tug. He'll sit up then, settling back on his knees so he can reach over and grab the lube out of a drawer near the bed. He'll make short work of his own underwear, kicking them off, but when it comes to Raylan he plans to take his lover apart slowly.
He bows his head kissing down his sternum, licking a trail over to a nipple where he'll swirl his tongue around the pert nub. He traps it in his teeth with a small pinch then suckles at it with his lips. All the while he's palming and rubbing Raylan's hardened length. As he makes his way down his belly he tongues around his belly button, kissing the top of it as his fingers pull his underwear down a bit off his hips. Those lips go immediately to a hip lapping at the shell, finding a spot to latch on and pull hard to raise a hickey. He squeezes the skin between his teeth and rolls his tongue over the abused skin.
By then he's got the head of Raylan's cock peeking out from his boxers and he moves to mouth over the line of his shaft through his underwear. His hot breath fanning through the thin layer, lips and tongue dampening the cloth as he works and teases up to the head. He wraps his lips around him, swirling his tongue under the foreskin in that perfect way that drives his lover wild. Then and only then does he finally pull his boxers down. He lifts his head just long enough to get them the rest of the way off before plunging Raylan back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks. He makes his hands busy with the lube, slicking himself up and pressing two fingers to his entrance with the excess to rub circles and gently press in.
There's a halting sound of protest as James starts to pull away, fading into a half groaned chuckle at the tug of his lips that had his head following until he was released. With the oh so temporary break, he takes a second to push the pillows up under his head, hands falling to ghost along what he could of James' thighs as he watches the man strip, eyes just as hungry as his lips were in their silent devouring.
When James comes back down over him, he spreads his hands along his sides, enjoying the bed and sleep warmth under his palms and watches his - his brain indulged in the fantasy that they were still married, married again, whatever was needed to hold onto 'husband' for a little longer - husband sink down, lips parting with a breath at the tongue and letting it out in a stunted, stuttered groan as his chest is teased into arching into the sinful attention, hips rocking into James's palm. It hadn't been that long (and simultaneously, it had been a lifetime) since he'd been touched like this, but it felt like the first time all over again, without any of the hesitation that had hindered him before.
James sunk further and he lets out a sigh of pure contentment at the lick in his belly button - the weirdest thing to turn him on- and lifts the hip James starts to clear, hand sliding into James's hair at he marvels at how good it feels. He chuckles, a deep husky and pleased sound at the pop that followed the disconnect, idly wondering what kind of mark it would leave. Any thought was short lived with James shifting his attention to his cock and he moans low and quiet at the heat, the pressure, the warmth, swearing under his breath and rocking his head back with another 'Jesus' as his foreskin is probed.
Already breathing heavy, Raylan lets go of James only long enough to help shed his boxers, knees falling wide in welcome, hand sinking into James's hair as he bites his lip, hips stuttering between thrusting up and pushing down onto those fingers, moaning openly as the digits push past his ring of resistance and into him.
There's an echoing moan vibrating through Raylan's cock as he bobs his head in time with the gentle thrusts of those hips and his own fingers as he pushes into him, inch by inch. He'll pull up to the head suckling on the foreskin and licking inside of it to abuse the tip and press his tongue through the cleft. He uses his free hand to pull the skin back some so he can wrap his lips around the head and suck him hard. He'll scissor his fingers slowly between thrusts, stretching Raylan with ease so he can wiggle a third finger in, fucking him and preparing him slowly.
Once he's satisfied he lifts his head so he can shift his weight, still fucking into him and rubbing at his prostate with a curl of his fingers. He leans down over him so he can tease the other nipple he neglected earlier, once again swirling his tongue around it and trapping the straining nub in his lips so he can feel his lover arch into it.
It was taking all he had to keep his eyes down to watch the mind blowing show to match the wash of lewdly satisfying sensation - Goddamn James was good at this. Little groans had been slipping out with his heavier breath, another louder moan as James sucks on him so skillfully and beautifully but it was the finger work that had him gripping his free hand into the sheets so as to save James's hair as his head rolls back. The third was enough to make him moan whoreishly, body starting to writhe under the attention.
Raylan gasps as James's wet warmth pulls off, the cooler against their skin air made him specifically aware of the streaks of saliva mixed precum on him. As he moves up, Raylan gets his other hand out of the sheets so he can grab James's shoulder and inevitably scratch a little in his groping, lifting his head again, half in expectation of getting to kiss him but deeply happy for the trade in view, breathing and arching into the play on his nipple as his head falls back a little all over again. He loved James's hands and mouth all over him.
Over time he'd been trying to take more time with the foreplay, absolutely reveling in the way Raylan arches, writhes, and made delicious little noises of need with every touch or press of his lips. The man was so wonderfully tactile and sensitive in so many areas of his body. He enjoyed finding each nook and cranny to tease him. But he also was becoming very familiar with those delicate lines, seeing each tell in Raylan's shuddering and breathless sounds to know when he should probably back off a little to make the pleasure last.
That and his own aching hard-on was getting increasingly hard to ignore. So he'll give one last firm thrust of his fingers to massage the little walnut before withdrawing and spreading his hand over Raylan's hip, thumb rubbing that hickey he left earlier. He pinches his teeth gently on that abused nipple and pulls up, letting it slide through his teeth easily as he lifts his head. He licks his lips and shifts his weight to line himself up, rubbing his head against the Marshal's center, and purposefully teasing by grinding just past and back again.
Finally, he'll focus his efforts and press himself in slow, moaning softly as he sinks in past the initial resistance. It's only then, as he's moving to hover over top of his lover properly, that he'll lean down and finally kiss Raylan. It's soft and slow, to match the fluid roll of his hips as he sinks in inch by inch till he's sheathed at the base. Here he'll stop, seated and surrounded by his lover to just feel how their bodies ebb and throb together, feeling Raylan's warmth gripping him tight.
The rub against his prostate makes him moan with a deep slow sound, followed swiftly but a groan at the sudden emptiness, the sound pulling back into a note filled inhale his nipple is pinched. His body rolls into it, well past openly undone and vulnerable. With Vaughn so strong in the front of his mind, there wasn't anything of him that wasn't James's in the moment.
His body marked everything, the faint flair of sweet ache from that bruise on his hip, the way James had him on the edge of begging with the tease of the Captain's thickness, breathing in James's moan. There was no helping him moaning it back out as James satisfies several needs at once. The need to ask him now, to grab hold of what they were both feeling and never let go, rattled behind his teeth as he kisses back, legs locking tight around James's hips to keep him in place for a second.
A year ago, this whole scenario would have been laughable; a deep and ugly cut to Raylan's ego and self esteem, but now, after everything that had been thrown at them, after all the happiness he'd already had with the pirate, it was the warmest and safest place in the world.
When the kiss broke from burning lugs, Raylan had no shame in the soft whisper that followed. "I missed you."
Maybe that made no sense. They'd just spent 12 years together. But Raylan still missed James. Rory was great. A perfect fit for Vaughn and they were still a part of them right now. But Raylan had grown protective of him and James, as they were. Collage, marriage - it all helped, forcing stubborn men to see how they could be happy together, but Raylan wouldn't trade them for this. For the real them. For this them.
Those whispered words give him pause, tilting his head a little with confusion, sex-addled brain taking a moment longer to put two and two together. A warmth spreads through his chest when he realizes what it means, that despite everything, Raylan loved who he was and is, no matter what and he missed him all the same. Even if they'd just spent a lifetime together, happy as some other version of themselves. He loved and yearned for this one too.
He flashes a half-smile of barely contained emotion before just immediately capturing Raylan's lips again and kissing him passionately, pouring all of those emotions into the massage of their lips or the dance of their tongues. Bringing their lungs to burn once more he'll break as he rolls his hips in a fluid, deep and slow thrust with a low moan breathed over Raylan's lips. He leans on one hand while the other comes up to spread through Raylan's hair, fisting tightly as he presses their foreheads together and makes love to him, looking deep into his eyes and moaning sweet, soft sounds of need or breathless "I love you's"
It was important that he be told, that he know in the very vulnerable now. Now before it every becomes a question; now, while things were perfect, while they were one. He hums a sigh into the kiss, fingertips denting in James's skin as he poured his everything into it.
Palms sliding down James's shoulders, Raylan encourages his movement with a tight grip, hips rolling into it as he gets lost in the all consumed look on his lovers face, head tilting into that firm grip in return. It was perfect; they were home, in their bed, with nothing to stop or interrupt or get in the way of it.
"I love you too," he murmurs back, one hand drifting between them to tug and pull on his own length as a way to resolve the wash of pleasure and sensation that had him so enraptured. Finally, "Fuck me darlin'. I wanna moan your name loud enough to shake walls."
There's a low moan and a soft shudder at those words, causing a slight curl to his spine and a harder thrust as it spurs him on. They were music to his ears and it made it feel like every part of him was alight and on fire. He'll untangle his hand from Raylan's hair in favor of shifting his weight and reaching for the free hand on his back so he can weave their fingers together and pin it to the bed. He digs his other hand into the sheets as he slowly pulls out nearly to the tip before slamming himself back into his lover. He strikes up a slow, hard, punishing rhythm, hips slapping against Raylan's ass and thighs as he pounds into him.
The air is punctuated with soft grunts and growls of effort as he bows his head and breathes hard near Raylan's ear and throat. He'll pick up the pace, strokes growing shorter, but still deep and fluidly rolling into the other as he loses himself to his need. His lips and teeth press to Raylan's throat, grazing and sucking at the pulse, nipping his shoulder and grinding his teeth into the skin with a particularly good slam into him. As the sounds Raylan makes rise, he'll fuck him faster, harder, aiming to make him cry out and shake the walls as he'd wanted and blind him with his orgasm.
God he loved that reaction, he loved the way James breathed him in, and he chuckles softly at the firm tangle of their fingers. There was a freedom to giving himself over to the weight and the position, what it meant, all hippie sex positivity to the side. And it felt amazing.
Raylan lets himself be rocked into the rhythm, little sounds coming out from under his breath as James finds his spot buried deep and the longer it lasted, the more he felt himself curling whorishly into it. Short little gasps came with pounding, half let out in fragmented moans as his hand grips and digs into James's hip. Soon enough, his body had found a breathing rhythm to match the sweet, mind numbing abuse, and let him moan out some throaty swears and a few 'fucks' as he writhes into the nips. The grind of teeth, the harsher, harder edge of it all was really what took him to the next level, earning a whole level of half sworn prayers, laced with James's name as his free hand finally pulls off to fist in the sheet by his head. Half for leverage, half to grip as hard as he needed to without hurting anyone.
There wasn't any warning beyond the slope of his moans, but Raylan couldn't give warning to the pressure at the base of his spine that exploded with the threat of overtaking all his senses, cock pulsing as he came between their bellies. His legs locked with it all, unwilling to let James go before he joined him in climax.
It was beautiful and intoxicating how Raylan gave himself over to him in this way, letting go and finding every ounce of pleasure that could be had from it and driving him to the point of climax without ever touching his aching, bobbing cock between them. Every unbidden sound, every moan of his name, pleading and praying, every pointed swear or gasp of pleasure was like a drug, sliding down the base of his spine into his belly. He could feel how Raylan's body moved with him, how his thighs quivered, how the hot, shuddering muscles tensed and gripped him as Raylan broke under him with a cry. He grunts, hips pushing deep through Raylan's orgasm as the world washed out around him.
There's a brief moment where he untangles their hands so he can snake his arms around his lover, leaning into his forearms with one arm under Raylan's neck, the other pushed under his shoulders to embrace him. His hips slam into him one last time as he feels his core explode, shooting his load into his lover and painting his insides. He grunts and snarls, clutching Raylan as he stutters through his own orgasm, grinding and rutting into him disjointedly as he spills every last drop.
"Hah-fuck." He gives one last firm jerk of his hips and shudders, body trembling in the aftershocks as he slumps against Raylan, sweat-slick and sated. His full weight still rests on his elbows and knees but he's curled around his lover all the same, holding him close as they thrum and vibrate together in the euphoria of being one. He lifts his head slowly to turn and kiss Raylan, slow, deep and full of passion.
There was something deeply reassuring about James holding him this way, like he wasn't ever going to let him go, like this was the only thing aside from breathing that was important, something that made Raylan feel secure in the rarest of ways as he wraps his hands around the Pirate, gripping at his shoulder and back as James chased after his own ends. He didn't notice his own breathless moans that were pushed out with James's delightfully sinful rutting.
They were both shaking; Raylan's legs threatened to not let go, muscles still tight from his orgasm but as James's mouth finds his, the sweet wash of consumption let his body slowly let go and ease to a draping rather than a caging. One hand moves to cup James's face, digits sliding back into his hair as he broke it, lungs burning like a fire. He has to take a few seconds to breathe, to just feel this, be in it before-
"And what if I wanted to keep you forever," he whispers.
James looked into his lover's eyes, his single one blown dark and glassy with his euphoria. He exhales as if finally remembering how to breathe, lifting his clean hand to gently and reverently trace his fingers over Raylan's cheekbone, caressing his face as if seeing it, truly seeing it for the first time. It was such a difficult feeling to describe, new all over again, and yet like they had been intertwined for lifetimes.
"You have me already. I'm yours, for as long as you will have me. For now. For forever. I'm not going anywhere unless you cast me away."
"Never," he promises behind a breath. For any difficulty they've already faced, for all that they were going to, Raylan was Sure about this relationship. He wanted what Vaughn had, the same thing that Istak had always wanted, the same thing Francis was searching so desperately for in Elsewhere.
Love, Security, Comfort, Support, companionship in all the deepest and best kinds of ways in life. They were going to get married. He didn't know when or how, but he was going to ask to spend the rest of his life with James, for hard times and good.
Raylan lifts his face the scant distance to kiss James again, firm and passionate, legs gripping tight around him again. When it breaks, he grinning lazily.
"Even if our stomachs are gonna demand us to let go for at least a little while," he mumbles happily, well tucked into cloud fucking nine.
"Mmn," He hums into the kiss happily, deliciously floating as their bodies still ebb and thrum together. Of course, Flint wanted this, wanted what Rory and Vaughn had now that he's tasted it for real. It seems more of a reality, more of a possibility for them to make it work. He had more hope than ever that they would last. He'd never had anything that had. He'd had the barest of hidden glimpses with Thomas and Miranda. He and Miranda had tried to make what life they could while he was a pirate but it wasn't the same. There wasn't security there.
"It's always so tempting to spend all day in bed with you." But his body was already softening so he'll move just enough to fall out of Raylan, but he'll settle to rest on top of him lazily, unbothered by the mess between them. He folds his hands on Raylan's chest and rests his head there.
"Do you want me to draw a bath or should we shower and see where the day leads?"
"Today's the one day where we can't, I think." He had to go check on Roman and there was no doubt that Jedao wanted to check in with James. He sighs softly as James moves, leaving him empty but warm under the steady weight. There was no stopping the stupid sweet smile that he casts down, one arm tucking up under his head.
"Why don't you let me use the bathroom first, and you catch a shower while I start a pot of coffee and some eggs. I can shower after breakfast while you go track down Jedao to get your daily check in done and over with hmm?"
He had an Idea. One that he would only be able to pull off if James showered and gave him 15 minutes to himself.
There's a soft pout when Raylan points out they shouldn't lay about all day and maybe should touch base with their people. He sighs, reluctantly pushing himself up and leaning in to drop a kiss on Raylan's mouth again, slow and sensual.
"Fine." He grumps, playfully, rolling off of the Marshal to let him get up and go tend to himself in the bathroom.
"But when you're done... I'll be here waiting for you." He is propped on his side, nude, stretched out, and taught. The bed sheet is barely draped over him, not hiding a thing.
He couldn't help the warm chuckle at the pout, one that melted into a hum at the kiss.
"And ain't you just the prettiest picture to come back to," he purrs, stealing one more kiss before he rolls out of bed and walks to the bathroom with clenched cheeks, comically swaggering.
Once that door was behind him, clean up only took a few minutes and a few more to piss and brush his teeth, but when he came back out, cock wagging, he wore a casual, warm smile on his face.
"Shame I can't eat you for breakfast," he drawls as he ambles over to the dresser to pull out a clean pair of shorts. "How many eggs you think you'll want?"
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He hums again with a deep breath as he finally gets around to cracking that eye, smiling a lazy warm smile at the face that greeted him. It took a second for his brain to catch up, to note that Rory- James, was back to having one eye. His eyes widened a little.
12 years. Double the time he spend married to Winona, and so much fucking happier. They'd been married. They had a life. They could have that again; Raylan's gut trusted the story they'd just lived, trusted that history, that life struggle, that success.
His fingertips dig into the blanket, a soft, desperate little cling as it all sets in, his lips canting to a stupid, lovesickingly charming smile. Yeah, there was space racing, there was chasing Fitz, there were all the coolest things to 14 year old, Sci-fi loving secret nerd who loved reading. But there was also an experience, a relationship that Vaughn would have murdered over the same way Raylan would. They had a life. A life to be proud of.
"Mornin' you," he finally says, voice raspy and quiet from sleep.
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"Morning." He leans in and kisses him soft and sweet. He'll then get a wicked idea in his head and gently bully the other over onto his back so he can roll over on top of him, settling his hips between Raylan's thighs.
"Seems like we finally got to have something nice to share together, for once." Since they missed out on the Port, and anything before that was chaos or pain.
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Dangerous place to be in; he already had morning wood and James wasn't doing the slightest thing to discourage it.
"Somethin' very nice. Twelve years of marriage looks good on you, darlin'. Feels good too." He spread his hand across James's back, the other one sliding up his shoulder and down his arm.
"We dug minerals together," he says more softly, with all the power that shared experience brought men who dug together. Even if they didn't marry all their mining buddies, there was a bond to it that couldn't be argued. The deepest most resonant bond James could get with a man who'd been a miner in this life.
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They haven't even been together a year but this, all of this, everything they'd been through, the different lives they shared... nothing felt too soon for them. Not when the future could be uncertain, even if they both felt even more sure of what they would want their future together to look like. This past Breach only made that picture even clearer in his mind.
"The longest of anything I've ever had, the longest I'd ever gone that happy and content. A lot of firsts..." After all, even if he'd considered Miranda like his wife, she wasn't actually married to him.
As those hands spread over his skin, he can't help but to arch his spine up into the spread of his fingers.
"And water," Which was an odd thing to think about, after living on a huge body of water for so much of his life. To live a life so far from water, to have to dangerously mine the water and bring it to the surface like that.
"And... honestly, there were a lot of different things we got to have together." He wiggles his hips a little, slowly back and forth to be a tease. He's trapped after all and has no intention of moving anywhere so he may as well make the best of his position.
"But the Mining together thing feels more significant now, even if, prior to this I couldn't have possibly understood that connection." Other than it was likely something important. Still it was almost said with a silent question, he wanted to know how much it meant to Raylan.
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"There's no trust like the trust you build with someone when your life is in their hands every day. No trust like the one built up over twelve years where my life was yours, every sunrise and sunset."
I'd marry you again.
Raylan brought up his hand from James's arm to cup his face and pull him down into a sweet kiss.
"There's no reason we have to stop now ya know," he whispers when it breaks.
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"We will have those things." He huffs, one hand shifting up his lover's chest, over his sternum as he rolls his hips fluidly. It pauses, briefly, noting the lack of those necklaces they shared, the ones he'd made so they could feel each others heart beats. He misses them, he misses the ring on his finger and the weight of the band that he could flick and spin with his thumb. He pulls himself from it, needing to remind himself that that world, and that version of them were different, but they could build their own...
That same hand then moves up into his hair and brushes against the shell of his ear.
"My life is yours. Every sunrise and sunset." He's easily pulled into the kiss, closing his eye and humming once more like it was the most delicious thing he's tasted in a long time.
"I have no intention of stopping." He'll bow his head and capture Raylan's lips with something more hungry, deepening it with his passion as their bodies continue to rut.
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Raylan can't help but hum a note himself at James's assertion and the palm smoothing but his chest, making Raylan breathe in to meet it more fully. The touch over his chest and neck, ironically, makes him think of the same thing; the necklaces that let Rory and Vaughn be connected no matter where one was in the universe. How reassuring just feeling his husband's heartbeat against his chest was.
The Marshal was totally enraptured by the echoed words and pours his heart into the softer kiss. When it broke, his hand starts to push their way under the flimsy boxers James was wearing. He can't help but groan at the words that followed and met the deeper kiss with just as much hunger, tongue eagerly twisting into the rum sweet warmth as he grabs James's ass, rolling his hip to rub their clothed cocks together.
Off hand sliding off his face, Raylan wraps it around James's back to hold and gently claw down his skin.
"Good," he husks when their lips break, only to steal James's lips back up again.
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He'll back off only when his lungs start to burn, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth with a playful tug. He'll sit up then, settling back on his knees so he can reach over and grab the lube out of a drawer near the bed. He'll make short work of his own underwear, kicking them off, but when it comes to Raylan he plans to take his lover apart slowly.
He bows his head kissing down his sternum, licking a trail over to a nipple where he'll swirl his tongue around the pert nub. He traps it in his teeth with a small pinch then suckles at it with his lips. All the while he's palming and rubbing Raylan's hardened length. As he makes his way down his belly he tongues around his belly button, kissing the top of it as his fingers pull his underwear down a bit off his hips. Those lips go immediately to a hip lapping at the shell, finding a spot to latch on and pull hard to raise a hickey. He squeezes the skin between his teeth and rolls his tongue over the abused skin.
By then he's got the head of Raylan's cock peeking out from his boxers and he moves to mouth over the line of his shaft through his underwear. His hot breath fanning through the thin layer, lips and tongue dampening the cloth as he works and teases up to the head. He wraps his lips around him, swirling his tongue under the foreskin in that perfect way that drives his lover wild. Then and only then does he finally pull his boxers down. He lifts his head just long enough to get them the rest of the way off before plunging Raylan back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks. He makes his hands busy with the lube, slicking himself up and pressing two fingers to his entrance with the excess to rub circles and gently press in.
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When James comes back down over him, he spreads his hands along his sides, enjoying the bed and sleep warmth under his palms and watches his - his brain indulged in the fantasy that they were still married, married again, whatever was needed to hold onto 'husband' for a little longer - husband sink down, lips parting with a breath at the tongue and letting it out in a stunted, stuttered groan as his chest is teased into arching into the sinful attention, hips rocking into James's palm. It hadn't been that long (and simultaneously, it had been a lifetime) since he'd been touched like this, but it felt like the first time all over again, without any of the hesitation that had hindered him before.
James sunk further and he lets out a sigh of pure contentment at the lick in his belly button - the weirdest thing to turn him on- and lifts the hip James starts to clear, hand sliding into James's hair at he marvels at how good it feels. He chuckles, a deep husky and pleased sound at the pop that followed the disconnect, idly wondering what kind of mark it would leave. Any thought was short lived with James shifting his attention to his cock and he moans low and quiet at the heat, the pressure, the warmth, swearing under his breath and rocking his head back with another 'Jesus' as his foreskin is probed.
Already breathing heavy, Raylan lets go of James only long enough to help shed his boxers, knees falling wide in welcome, hand sinking into James's hair as he bites his lip, hips stuttering between thrusting up and pushing down onto those fingers, moaning openly as the digits push past his ring of resistance and into him.
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Once he's satisfied he lifts his head so he can shift his weight, still fucking into him and rubbing at his prostate with a curl of his fingers. He leans down over him so he can tease the other nipple he neglected earlier, once again swirling his tongue around it and trapping the straining nub in his lips so he can feel his lover arch into it.
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Raylan gasps as James's wet warmth pulls off, the cooler against their skin air made him specifically aware of the streaks of saliva mixed precum on him. As he moves up, Raylan gets his other hand out of the sheets so he can grab James's shoulder and inevitably scratch a little in his groping, lifting his head again, half in expectation of getting to kiss him but deeply happy for the trade in view, breathing and arching into the play on his nipple as his head falls back a little all over again. He loved James's hands and mouth all over him.
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That and his own aching hard-on was getting increasingly hard to ignore. So he'll give one last firm thrust of his fingers to massage the little walnut before withdrawing and spreading his hand over Raylan's hip, thumb rubbing that hickey he left earlier. He pinches his teeth gently on that abused nipple and pulls up, letting it slide through his teeth easily as he lifts his head. He licks his lips and shifts his weight to line himself up, rubbing his head against the Marshal's center, and purposefully teasing by grinding just past and back again.
Finally, he'll focus his efforts and press himself in slow, moaning softly as he sinks in past the initial resistance. It's only then, as he's moving to hover over top of his lover properly, that he'll lean down and finally kiss Raylan. It's soft and slow, to match the fluid roll of his hips as he sinks in inch by inch till he's sheathed at the base. Here he'll stop, seated and surrounded by his lover to just feel how their bodies ebb and throb together, feeling Raylan's warmth gripping him tight.
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His body marked everything, the faint flair of sweet ache from that bruise on his hip, the way James had him on the edge of begging with the tease of the Captain's thickness, breathing in James's moan. There was no helping him moaning it back out as James satisfies several needs at once. The need to ask him now, to grab hold of what they were both feeling and never let go, rattled behind his teeth as he kisses back, legs locking tight around James's hips to keep him in place for a second.
A year ago, this whole scenario would have been laughable; a deep and ugly cut to Raylan's ego and self esteem, but now, after everything that had been thrown at them, after all the happiness he'd already had with the pirate, it was the warmest and safest place in the world.
When the kiss broke from burning lugs, Raylan had no shame in the soft whisper that followed. "I missed you."
Maybe that made no sense. They'd just spent 12 years together. But Raylan still missed James. Rory was great. A perfect fit for Vaughn and they were still a part of them right now. But Raylan had grown protective of him and James, as they were. Collage, marriage - it all helped, forcing stubborn men to see how they could be happy together, but Raylan wouldn't trade them for this. For the real them. For this them.
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He flashes a half-smile of barely contained emotion before just immediately capturing Raylan's lips again and kissing him passionately, pouring all of those emotions into the massage of their lips or the dance of their tongues. Bringing their lungs to burn once more he'll break as he rolls his hips in a fluid, deep and slow thrust with a low moan breathed over Raylan's lips. He leans on one hand while the other comes up to spread through Raylan's hair, fisting tightly as he presses their foreheads together and makes love to him, looking deep into his eyes and moaning sweet, soft sounds of need or breathless "I love you's"
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Palms sliding down James's shoulders, Raylan encourages his movement with a tight grip, hips rolling into it as he gets lost in the all consumed look on his lovers face, head tilting into that firm grip in return. It was perfect; they were home, in their bed, with nothing to stop or interrupt or get in the way of it.
"I love you too," he murmurs back, one hand drifting between them to tug and pull on his own length as a way to resolve the wash of pleasure and sensation that had him so enraptured. Finally, "Fuck me darlin'. I wanna moan your name loud enough to shake walls."
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The air is punctuated with soft grunts and growls of effort as he bows his head and breathes hard near Raylan's ear and throat. He'll pick up the pace, strokes growing shorter, but still deep and fluidly rolling into the other as he loses himself to his need. His lips and teeth press to Raylan's throat, grazing and sucking at the pulse, nipping his shoulder and grinding his teeth into the skin with a particularly good slam into him. As the sounds Raylan makes rise, he'll fuck him faster, harder, aiming to make him cry out and shake the walls as he'd wanted and blind him with his orgasm.
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Raylan lets himself be rocked into the rhythm, little sounds coming out from under his breath as James finds his spot buried deep and the longer it lasted, the more he felt himself curling whorishly into it. Short little gasps came with pounding, half let out in fragmented moans as his hand grips and digs into James's hip. Soon enough, his body had found a breathing rhythm to match the sweet, mind numbing abuse, and let him moan out some throaty swears and a few 'fucks' as he writhes into the nips. The grind of teeth, the harsher, harder edge of it all was really what took him to the next level, earning a whole level of half sworn prayers, laced with James's name as his free hand finally pulls off to fist in the sheet by his head. Half for leverage, half to grip as hard as he needed to without hurting anyone.
There wasn't any warning beyond the slope of his moans, but Raylan couldn't give warning to the pressure at the base of his spine that exploded with the threat of overtaking all his senses, cock pulsing as he came between their bellies. His legs locked with it all, unwilling to let James go before he joined him in climax.
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There's a brief moment where he untangles their hands so he can snake his arms around his lover, leaning into his forearms with one arm under Raylan's neck, the other pushed under his shoulders to embrace him. His hips slam into him one last time as he feels his core explode, shooting his load into his lover and painting his insides. He grunts and snarls, clutching Raylan as he stutters through his own orgasm, grinding and rutting into him disjointedly as he spills every last drop.
"Hah-fuck." He gives one last firm jerk of his hips and shudders, body trembling in the aftershocks as he slumps against Raylan, sweat-slick and sated. His full weight still rests on his elbows and knees but he's curled around his lover all the same, holding him close as they thrum and vibrate together in the euphoria of being one. He lifts his head slowly to turn and kiss Raylan, slow, deep and full of passion.
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They were both shaking; Raylan's legs threatened to not let go, muscles still tight from his orgasm but as James's mouth finds his, the sweet wash of consumption let his body slowly let go and ease to a draping rather than a caging. One hand moves to cup James's face, digits sliding back into his hair as he broke it, lungs burning like a fire. He has to take a few seconds to breathe, to just feel this, be in it before-
"And what if I wanted to keep you forever," he whispers.
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"You have me already. I'm yours, for as long as you will have me. For now. For forever. I'm not going anywhere unless you cast me away."
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Love, Security, Comfort, Support, companionship in all the deepest and best kinds of ways in life. They were going to get married. He didn't know when or how, but he was going to ask to spend the rest of his life with James, for hard times and good.
Raylan lifts his face the scant distance to kiss James again, firm and passionate, legs gripping tight around him again. When it breaks, he grinning lazily.
"Even if our stomachs are gonna demand us to let go for at least a little while," he mumbles happily, well tucked into cloud fucking nine.
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"It's always so tempting to spend all day in bed with you." But his body was already softening so he'll move just enough to fall out of Raylan, but he'll settle to rest on top of him lazily, unbothered by the mess between them. He folds his hands on Raylan's chest and rests his head there.
"Do you want me to draw a bath or should we shower and see where the day leads?"
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"Why don't you let me use the bathroom first, and you catch a shower while I start a pot of coffee and some eggs. I can shower after breakfast while you go track down Jedao to get your daily check in done and over with hmm?"
He had an Idea. One that he would only be able to pull off if James showered and gave him 15 minutes to himself.
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"Fine." He grumps, playfully, rolling off of the Marshal to let him get up and go tend to himself in the bathroom.
"But when you're done... I'll be here waiting for you." He is propped on his side, nude, stretched out, and taught. The bed sheet is barely draped over him, not hiding a thing.
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"And ain't you just the prettiest picture to come back to," he purrs, stealing one more kiss before he rolls out of bed and walks to the bathroom with clenched cheeks, comically swaggering.
Once that door was behind him, clean up only took a few minutes and a few more to piss and brush his teeth, but when he came back out, cock wagging, he wore a casual, warm smile on his face.
"Shame I can't eat you for breakfast," he drawls as he ambles over to the dresser to pull out a clean pair of shorts. "How many eggs you think you'll want?"
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