He wasn't harsh enough or stupid enough to push Neal away, face softening the closer that the New Yorker got. His stomach twists in delight, in self loathing at the delight, of their closeness and lets Neal kiss him, lips following it for a half second when it breaks. Raylan's eyes crack open, dancing across Neal's earnest features again.
He didn't want to pretend it never happened. That made things much more complicated, no matter how Raylan's shoulders sag a little in relief. One hand snakes around Neal's waist, settling lightly on him.
"What do you want, in that case." It was asked softly, just as earnest as everything else right now. "Because I can't-.. can't offer more than more fun." If Neal knew what he meant. Raylan was too heartbroken, too angry, too fucked up for anything with Romantic feelings, but it would be a lie to say he didn't find his own sweet release in everything they did. In having someone he could hand all of himself over to for a night. Someone he could trust to not abuse all those newly shown raw edges.
The arm around his waist feels so good, and Neal realizes with slight surprise that he has absolutely no impulse to plan an escape route from contact. There’s no anxiety or expectation of the need.
“The fun is good.” Neal brushes his thumb over Raylan’s lower lip, then lets his hand drop to Raylan’s waist. He studies the other man’s face for a moment. “Amis-amants, no?”
Friends who have fun.
Neal hesitates, but only because he’s not used to saying this kind of thing to the people he feels it toward. “I’ve never… I’ve never felt so relaxed in my life, the way I did when we were enjoying ourselves. I’ve never felt so safe with anyone, anywhere. I know Norton has other partners. I don’t see why he’d mind if I had one too.”
Would that be good enough? Would that be weaponized against both of them later? Raylan didn't know. Neal didn't regret it now, but what about when it was all out there. Secrets were hard to keep here and Raylan knows he'll be judged by other people for daring to be sleeping with people, or even talking about it, so soon after James's leaving.
His head tilts a little to press a kiss against that passing touch, eyes staying locked on Neal's as he did so.
"That's good, you feelin' safe. It took a lotta trust to let me do what I did. I never want anyone feelin' unsafe in my hands. I like makin' you feel safe.. " His eyes move over Neal's face again. He had already done so much to try and make Neal feel safe. Who knew making the man come undone like that, being so willing to turn over the reigns the following night, would make him feel the safest.
"I need you to know that I slept with Laura too, durin' the flood. I don't know where she and I stand. I-.." He takes and lets a breath out of his nose. "Amis amants?"
The word was echoed like Raylan was checking it's validity, even though he pronounced it poorly and likely to the great offense of the French.
Neal smiles when Raylan shares his other activities, touched and clearly without judgement. He brushes his fingertips against Raylan's temple.
"I'm not pretending I have any kind of claim to you. You can do what you want with who you want." He frames Raylan's face with his hands and gives him a little kiss. "I just want to be one of the ones you're doing things with. I want to get to visit that place, whenever you're willing to share it. And I want you to know that... you're safe with me too."
His eyes sparkle with a touch of mischief. "I might still yell at you on occasion, just to make sure you've got something to work out on me in bed."
The smile turns into a little grin. "And I still owe you twenty-four hours of total obedience. Useable in increments, I think that's only fair."
Raylan's everything was spinning a little bit. So much more than he would have given was out on the table now - Neal had access to parts of him that no one else did or could besides James. Had him over a barrel socially. It was so Dangerous to trust in the proverbial post-sex morning light.
But as Neal continues, grants Raylan the permission to not deal with heartstring entanglements, grabs his face and kisses him so softly, he found himself sinking back into those brilliant blues. He wanted to trust. He was going to try and trust.
His lips curl at the edges, arm around Neal getting tighter as it's joined by it's mate, and Raylan turns them so that Neal is between his legs and he is leaned back against the counter-top.
"I imagine we'll still have disagreements. Watch out or I might start lookin' forward to them a little bit." His smile slowly crept out to a grin in kind as Neal continues.
"Oh angel, I already got some ideas." There as no hesitation in the way Raylan bent to kiss him, taking a firmer press to it without it being full of Ready Heat like before. It was languid and exploratory, kissing Neal for the sake and joy of it. When it broke, it broke with a roll of their foreheads together and Raylan's eyes staying closed.
"You're a very dangerous man, Neal Caffery, you know that?"
The tightening of the arm around Neal’s waist gives him a pleasant little tingle, but the way Raylan forces him around and kisses him without urgency are the things that make Neal sigh with memory and relief.
“Next time I’m making sure you lose the coin toss.” If they do that again. Neal has to wonder what it would be like without the katydos. It’s hot.
Dangerous, Raylan calls him, and Neal’s smile this time is soft. “That might be the first time anyone’s ever given me that particular compliment.”
"Your luck is runnin' against mine," he teases. Raylan's luck was inarguably better, though there were a lot of arguments that could be had around it in the first place. It was the best kind of challenging banter and katydos or not, he loved those.
Raylan opens his eyes and pulls a faint smile.
"It's true. Out here bein' all intoxicatin' and Good and shit.." The smile falters a little. "What do you think Malcolm is gonna think of it all? How much should we prepare ourselves for."
Neal would know how much Raylan cared about Malcolm, and it wasn't like Raylan thought they were going to go screaming anything from any rooftops but it was hard to hid shit from people like Malcolm, who Saw So Much. Even if Neal kept quiet, Raylan was sure these things had a way of coming out.
Neal makes an ironic little sound that isn't quite a laugh. His tone is absolutely fond. "He'll probably be relieved I'm not pining, and say something about how seeking physical comfort is a perfectly valid way to express loss or release tension when things are stressful."
He smudges his thumb over Raylan's lower lip. "I can tell him. If he doesn't Sherlock it out himself before I have the opportunity."
"It's only fair he knows. This is one of those surprises that no one likes to hear about after the fact." But Raylan is visibly calmed by the touch, some of the worry creases fading from his forehead.
"Speakin' of, you're aware that Norton blew me before we fell into bed together, right? I don't want that bein' any surprise either. 'Course, I'm pretty sure Norton thinks about blowjobs like handshakes so I don't know that it matters much but-" Just in case it did.
AKA nothing to worry about or report because it's just a blowjob. Raylan would agree too, if his relationships hadn't already been so contentious.
"Not that I'm aware of. Which is good; anyone we can spare from that list." He studies Neal's face with a soft downturn of his lips.
"How are things. With Lestat. You still seein' him? Socially or otherwise. And you can tell me to fuck off if it's none of my business, but I am slightly invested after.. everythin'."
Neal winces. He studies Raylan's shirt, unable to meet the man's eyes. "I don't... I don't condone any of it. I don't think any of it was right. We're friends, not physically involved, but I don't think what he did to you or anyone else was..."
A deep breath, and he forces himself to look at Raylan's face. "What I'm trying to say is, whatever you want to say in the meeting, whatever you need to say, I think you have every right to say it."
Raylan slides his fingers under Neal's chin as the man finishes, thumb brushing over the crown of his chin and the bottom outer edge of Neal's bottom lip.
"No one thinks you're okay with him hurtin' people, and bein' friends with people is nuanced."
His hand slides down to settle on the side of Neal's neck.
"And thank you for that permission darlin' but I'll be speaking up where I feel a need to regardless of it. This is business that could get real ugly if it's not handled well. Calmly. Comin' from where I do, I know a thing or two about mobs of people that are afraid of differences. We're too small a community to let that kind of insanity stand."
It's odd, the comfort Neal takes from Raylan's fingers under his chin. The way he stays gentle, his voice even and soft. It's never been something Neal's looked for. Protection from someone else. It's a pleasant surprise, those moments he feels safe. The man's hand on his neck is soothing, too.
Neal relaxes, nods, comfortable with silence on his own part. Raylan's addressed his personal concerns, and somehow managed to do it without stitching fresh guilt into his heart.
Neal exhales softly, shifting forward to nest his face against Raylan's neck, wrapping his arms around the other man. The private physicality is a relief. Comfort given and offered. "You're a good man, Givens."
His arms wrap around Neal in return and he leans his head against Neal's, chuckling softly at the comment. Turning his head, he presses a kiss into Neal's hair.
"Don't go tellin' anyone now, you'll ruin my smudged reputation. I'm alright, at best. But everything is gonna go just fine. And if things are fine between us, then you've got another place to run to if you need it." He kisses into Neal's hair again.
"I'm glad you came to see me. I would have worried otherwise."
Neal closes his eyes with a small smile, basking in the simple affection. "Wouldn't dream of it, but you're more than alright, Marshal. Worried about what?"
"Mm, worried that maybe we crossed a line you weren't thinkin' about at the time. What we did, Neal.. I mean, that was some delightful debauchery. Worried you'd regret lettin' me in behind all those walls of yours. Worried that you'd kick me out of them."
It wasn't just the sex; it was the trust, the comfort, the security. The freedom of it and the perfect way they'd managed to fit with one another. The nightmares and the heartache and the tangle of limbs. Raylan's everything craved it. Easy. Uncomplicated. Not awkward. Where he felt he could just be without having to hoist everything up onto his shoulders to protect himself.
Maybe this would all bite him in the ass. He knew that was a possibility. But he didn't regret it because right now, it was everything of a balm that his heart needed.
"I definitely wasn't thinking about them at the time." He keeps his eyes shut, enjoying an echo of the closeness they got to linger in after that delightful debauchery. "I wasn't expecting to get as much as we did out of it, to be honest."
He really wasn't expecting it. The sex, first of all, but the rest of it definitely. Neal nests his face gently against Raylan's neck, stomach turning over a little with how comfortable he feels. "I don't know if I could get you out from behind those walls if I wanted to. I hope you don't want to, either."
Raylan's thumb starts brushing up and down where it sits on Neal's back, an unconscious gesture as he hums his agreement, quite enjoying the way that Neal fits so neatly into his neck.
"Don't worry, I don't. Quite comfortable back here, you stock good pillows. You're not alone in the surprise of range we opened up, but I don't regret a second of it." Just don't ask me about James.
He presses another kiss into Neal's hair.
"My door is always open if you need it darlin'. And not just for sex; I don't want you to think that's what this is." He didn't have any terms for what this was outside of 'friends with benefits' but that seemed too.. casual, too shallow for what they were doing.
"I don't." It's definitely more than friends with benefits. He's not sure he's ever had a relationship with anyone like this one, exactly, with the promise of no strings and the trust of something with a hundred of them. "And mine is, too. For the record. I'm not planning on hiding anything unless you want me to."
"No. No, I've done my time hidin' here. We're adults. You're not my inmate. I'm not ashamed anymore." Well. He was working on not being ashamed but sometimes it reared its head. It was always going to be a work in progress.
"It's okay." It was going to be okay. He was going to be okay. He hoped. "As much as I'd love to stand here with you, I think we got a meetin' we're supposed to be lookin' towards goin' to. You feelin' up for makin' that appearance?"
Raylan leans back a little and cups Neal's face with one hand, turning him up to look at him properly.
"Hey." Serious hazels flick back and forth between Neal's blues. "You're not alone. Speak up for yourself if you need to. No matter what's decided, we'll collectively figure it out."
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He didn't want to pretend it never happened. That made things much more complicated, no matter how Raylan's shoulders sag a little in relief. One hand snakes around Neal's waist, settling lightly on him.
"What do you want, in that case." It was asked softly, just as earnest as everything else right now. "Because I can't-.. can't offer more than more fun." If Neal knew what he meant. Raylan was too heartbroken, too angry, too fucked up for anything with Romantic feelings, but it would be a lie to say he didn't find his own sweet release in everything they did. In having someone he could hand all of himself over to for a night. Someone he could trust to not abuse all those newly shown raw edges.
He hoped, anyway.
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“The fun is good.” Neal brushes his thumb over Raylan’s lower lip, then lets his hand drop to Raylan’s waist. He studies the other man’s face for a moment. “Amis-amants, no?”
Friends who have fun.
Neal hesitates, but only because he’s not used to saying this kind of thing to the people he feels it toward. “I’ve never… I’ve never felt so relaxed in my life, the way I did when we were enjoying ourselves. I’ve never felt so safe with anyone, anywhere. I know Norton has other partners. I don’t see why he’d mind if I had one too.”
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His head tilts a little to press a kiss against that passing touch, eyes staying locked on Neal's as he did so.
"That's good, you feelin' safe. It took a lotta trust to let me do what I did. I never want anyone feelin' unsafe in my hands. I like makin' you feel safe.. " His eyes move over Neal's face again. He had already done so much to try and make Neal feel safe. Who knew making the man come undone like that, being so willing to turn over the reigns the following night, would make him feel the safest.
"I need you to know that I slept with Laura too, durin' the flood. I don't know where she and I stand. I-.." He takes and lets a breath out of his nose. "Amis amants?"
The word was echoed like Raylan was checking it's validity, even though he pronounced it poorly and likely to the great offense of the French.
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"I'm not pretending I have any kind of claim to you. You can do what you want with who you want." He frames Raylan's face with his hands and gives him a little kiss. "I just want to be one of the ones you're doing things with. I want to get to visit that place, whenever you're willing to share it. And I want you to know that... you're safe with me too."
His eyes sparkle with a touch of mischief. "I might still yell at you on occasion, just to make sure you've got something to work out on me in bed."
The smile turns into a little grin. "And I still owe you twenty-four hours of total obedience. Useable in increments, I think that's only fair."
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But as Neal continues, grants Raylan the permission to not deal with heartstring entanglements, grabs his face and kisses him so softly, he found himself sinking back into those brilliant blues. He wanted to trust. He was going to try and trust.
His lips curl at the edges, arm around Neal getting tighter as it's joined by it's mate, and Raylan turns them so that Neal is between his legs and he is leaned back against the counter-top.
"I imagine we'll still have disagreements. Watch out or I might start lookin' forward to them a little bit." His smile slowly crept out to a grin in kind as Neal continues.
"Oh angel, I already got some ideas." There as no hesitation in the way Raylan bent to kiss him, taking a firmer press to it without it being full of Ready Heat like before. It was languid and exploratory, kissing Neal for the sake and joy of it. When it broke, it broke with a roll of their foreheads together and Raylan's eyes staying closed.
"You're a very dangerous man, Neal Caffery, you know that?"
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“Next time I’m making sure you lose the coin toss.” If they do that again. Neal has to wonder what it would be like without the katydos. It’s hot.
Dangerous, Raylan calls him, and Neal’s smile this time is soft. “That might be the first time anyone’s ever given me that particular compliment.”
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Raylan opens his eyes and pulls a faint smile.
"It's true. Out here bein' all intoxicatin' and Good and shit.." The smile falters a little. "What do you think Malcolm is gonna think of it all? How much should we prepare ourselves for."
Neal would know how much Raylan cared about Malcolm, and it wasn't like Raylan thought they were going to go screaming anything from any rooftops but it was hard to hid shit from people like Malcolm, who Saw So Much. Even if Neal kept quiet, Raylan was sure these things had a way of coming out.
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He smudges his thumb over Raylan's lower lip. "I can tell him. If he doesn't Sherlock it out himself before I have the opportunity."
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"Speakin' of, you're aware that Norton blew me before we fell into bed together, right? I don't want that bein' any surprise either. 'Course, I'm pretty sure Norton thinks about blowjobs like handshakes so I don't know that it matters much but-" Just in case it did.
AKA nothing to worry about or report because it's just a blowjob. Raylan would agree too, if his relationships hadn't already been so contentious.
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He has yet to hear of someone Norton’s been with that he doesn’t see the appeal in.
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He smiles softly.
"Less sweet topic - he comin' with you to this meetin' about Lestat?"
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That's an upsetting thought.
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"How are things. With Lestat. You still seein' him? Socially or otherwise. And you can tell me to fuck off if it's none of my business, but I am slightly invested after.. everythin'."
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A deep breath, and he forces himself to look at Raylan's face. "What I'm trying to say is, whatever you want to say in the meeting, whatever you need to say, I think you have every right to say it."
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"No one thinks you're okay with him hurtin' people, and bein' friends with people is nuanced."
His hand slides down to settle on the side of Neal's neck.
"And thank you for that permission darlin' but I'll be speaking up where I feel a need to regardless of it. This is business that could get real ugly if it's not handled well. Calmly. Comin' from where I do, I know a thing or two about mobs of people that are afraid of differences. We're too small a community to let that kind of insanity stand."
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Neal relaxes, nods, comfortable with silence on his own part. Raylan's addressed his personal concerns, and somehow managed to do it without stitching fresh guilt into his heart.
Neal exhales softly, shifting forward to nest his face against Raylan's neck, wrapping his arms around the other man. The private physicality is a relief. Comfort given and offered. "You're a good man, Givens."
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"Don't go tellin' anyone now, you'll ruin my smudged reputation. I'm alright, at best. But everything is gonna go just fine. And if things are fine between us, then you've got another place to run to if you need it." He kisses into Neal's hair again.
"I'm glad you came to see me. I would have worried otherwise."
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It wasn't just the sex; it was the trust, the comfort, the security. The freedom of it and the perfect way they'd managed to fit with one another. The nightmares and the heartache and the tangle of limbs. Raylan's everything craved it. Easy. Uncomplicated. Not awkward. Where he felt he could just be without having to hoist everything up onto his shoulders to protect himself.
Maybe this would all bite him in the ass. He knew that was a possibility. But he didn't regret it because right now, it was everything of a balm that his heart needed.
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He really wasn't expecting it. The sex, first of all, but the rest of it definitely. Neal nests his face gently against Raylan's neck, stomach turning over a little with how comfortable he feels. "I don't know if I could get you out from behind those walls if I wanted to. I hope you don't want to, either."
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"Don't worry, I don't. Quite comfortable back here, you stock good pillows. You're not alone in the surprise of range we opened up, but I don't regret a second of it." Just don't ask me about James.
He presses another kiss into Neal's hair.
"My door is always open if you need it darlin'. And not just for sex; I don't want you to think that's what this is." He didn't have any terms for what this was outside of 'friends with benefits' but that seemed too.. casual, too shallow for what they were doing.
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"It's okay." It was going to be okay. He was going to be okay. He hoped. "As much as I'd love to stand here with you, I think we got a meetin' we're supposed to be lookin' towards goin' to. You feelin' up for makin' that appearance?"
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It's not even about him. He doesn't need to be this anxious.
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"Hey." Serious hazels flick back and forth between Neal's blues. "You're not alone. Speak up for yourself if you need to. No matter what's decided, we'll collectively figure it out."
He bends and kisses Neal softly, firm but chaste.
"We'll talk later."