In the heat of the day
Author: wanderingsmith
and Fontainebleau
apr 2017
Summary: For reasons that do not need explaining,
two men are naked on a bed in a hotel room,
somewhere in the long-ago West.
Warning:
Rating:
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd be daft
enough to pay me for this. As it is thought, so let it
be said; you make the toys, I play with 'em.
-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-
WARNING
-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-
The afternoon sun, stealing in through a dusty window.
An empty hotel, quiet in the heat of the day. A locked
door; a brass-framed bed. And Billy Rocks, notorious
knifeman, wearing nothing but a purposeful expression,
had Goodnight Robicheaux, legendary sharpshooter and
Southern gentleman, just where he wanted him: naked
beneath him on the faded bedcover.
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It was so rare that they risked it that Billy felt
something intensely intimate in having Goody fully naked
under him: so much warm skin moulding to his own body,
wiry hair rubbing against his bare chest, hard arms and
legs pressing tight and tighter, Goody as desperate for
the contact as he was.
As much as he loved the sight of Goody naked, standing
before him or lying in a bed tempting him, still, this?
This warm home of soft and hard that was his... this had
been known to distract him from further intimacies. But
today was not one of those days. He wanted. He fucking
wanted.
And Goody was as eager as he, already panting underneath
him as Billy’s hand slid along his soft hip to his hairy
thigh; Billy felt calloused fingers run down his back,
with a touch of fingernails to stoke his lust and make
him shiver, and that need in his lover, that urgency,
was something he could never resist.
When Goody reached this point, thrusting up against him,
begging to be taken, it sent spikes of heat lancing
directly to his groin. He curled his fingers into
Goody’s hair, drew his head back to lay his pale throat
bare and set his teeth there as he ground their hips
together, fired by the groan of abandon that he drew
from his partner.
+
The fireburst of sharp pleasure from having Billy bare
him to his will, from sharp teeth pressing a threat into
his skin that he would surrender to without a thought,
left Goodnight unravelling. The need to feel Billy
inside him only intensified as he rocked his hips tight
against Billy's, moaning at the feel of that hard shaft
pressing into his belly and grinding against his own
cock. Friction and heat and that sharp suck on his
lifeblood, the weird sparks scattering from the grip of
Billy's fingers in his hair: he fucking knew they could
both finish this way so damn easy and good. But that
need for more would still be there to drive him crazy…
When Billy raised his swollen lips to grin at him, a
knowing look in his eyes and another hard grind meeting
Goodnight's frantic movements, he goddamn refused to be
so easily distracted. Moving fast before Billy could
react, or distract him again, he grasped Billy's
shoulder and ass and twisted his weight to flip them
around. Moment of wild joy in the confusion of Billy's
arms and legs flying to grasp and slip and slide on
Goodnight's skin, that beautiful long hair loose and
both tickling and blinding them.
Now he had him where he wanted him, pinned to the
mattress with his full weight, and the anticipation of
sinking down onto the heavy shaft he felt against his
belly sent a twisting thrill through his gut. He teased
with his lips, opening up Billy’s mouth, deliberately
slowing the rock of his hips as he kissed him deep and
messily, tongues sliding together sloppy and electric,
taking his time even as Billy swore and clawed
desperately at his back. He buried both hands in that
silky hair, pulling on it to make his lover whine, and
slowly, slowly, began to lick and kiss down his neck,
tasting the salt of his skin, tracing with the tip of
his tongue, lifting his body so that Billy’s thrusts
were futile: he was not going to be denied the full
pleasure for which his body cried out.
He licked across his belly, smiling at the sharp flinch
of response, sliding between his legs, then raised his
head to meet Billy’s gaze, one hand pressing into his
hip, deliberately drawing out the moment as his other
hand reached for his straining cock. As he curled his
hand around it, marvelling at its heat and hardness,
Billy choked out a curse in Korean, eyes never leaving
his.
He could feel Billy's cock trying to twitch within his
fist, the softness of swelling flesh, and his body
clenched with the need to feel all that inside him. The
coiling power of Billy's core under his other hand was
threatening to force his pace just as much as the eyes
locked on his, watching him lower his head as slow as he
could make himself.
Those eyes were pitch black with lust, but when Billy's
hands slid into his hair, there was familiar gentleness
in the tugs. They were both tense and shivering, but a
little tension would only intensify the ultimate
explosion. He gave a twitch of a wink and tightened his
fist just a little more before leaning in the last inch
to lick the crimson crown peeking out of his hand.
Billy's clenched-teeth hiss of swearwords, loud but
incomprehensible, was music to send heat dancing in
Goodnight's chest. Having the power to make Billy feel
so good was no small pleasure and temptation, though the
sharp upjerk of Billy's hips and the faint edge of
desperation to his redoubled glare at Goodnight's smile
reminded him he wanted to feel all this power even
deeper before they were done.
With a last light flicker of his tongue to catch the
drop of arousal that had seeped out of Billy's cock,
Goodnight shifted over, excitement at what was coming
starting the tension tingling in his ass. He reached
over the edge of the bed for their precious bottle, eyes
locked with Billy's, watching with greedy intent, and
with a practised tilt of the glass between nimble
fingers he poured out some slick, then carefully put the
bottle back down and smoothed the oil over his fingers.
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It was all Billy could do to force himself to lie still
as Goody reached for the oil, coating his fingers until
they were glistening, his gaze never leaving Billy’s
face. The teasing flicker of Goody’s tongue against his
cock, the warm hand still curled tight around the shaft,
and the feel of Goody moving against him as he sat up to
reach behind himself all stoked the white heat gathering
to a point low in his belly.
Goody reached his oil-slippery hand around to his ass,
eyes narrowing as he began to open himself up, and
seeing his partner so wanton, naked and hard, readying
himself to be fucked, eyes closed as he concentrated on
the sensation of his fingers working in and out, brought
Billy to an almost unbearable pitch of lust. He raised
himself to his elbows the better to watch as Goody
rocked against the fingers inside himself, moaning
unashamedly in pleasure, and the thought of him so slick
and open threatened to drive him over the edge. Only
Goody’s tight grip on his shaft kept him under some
semblance of control, and he began to beg, hearing the
needy edge to his growl, ‘C’mon, Goody, please,’
desperate to feel that slick heat around his cock and
the press of his lover's skin against his.
+
Hearing Billy's voice drop to that low rumble never
failed to make Goodnight shudder. He opened his eyes a
bare slit, distracted by the stroke of his own
fingertips making pleasure spark deep inside his ass but
wanting to see the wild look of flushed need that went
with the edge of desperation he heard.
He could feel Billy's muscles shaking against his
knuckles, his cock hardened beyond twitching in
Goodnight's grip, and he tried to grin, his face tight
with the need every stroke of his own fingers was making
worse. Enough! He wanted Billy inside him, every inch of
that heat and power and desperation. He slid his fingers
out with a last scissoring stretch that had Billy
growling again, jerking faintly against his grip, and
laid his slippery hand on Billy's sweaty shoulder,
shoving hard to lay him flat on the bed.
‘Gotta make sure I'm good and ready for you,’ he panted.
Letting go of Billy's cock, he shifted his knees forward
to straddle his waist. He could never tire of the sight
of Billy shifting beneath him in desperate need, cock
hard and glistening, but god he was ready, achingly
ready, to let it slide inside him and fill him up, and
he reached behind him to slick it up with quick urgent
strokes, Billy quivering beneath him. He leaned forward
to line himself up, breathless with anticipation, then
slid slowly down, gazing at Billy through half-closed
eyes, letting the burn and stretch turn to pleasure,
moaning unrestrainedly as he took him down to the root.
Billy’s hands found his hips, holding him down as he
ground upwards with a groan of ‘Fuck, Goody!’
+
‘You are, mon cher …’ the breathless promise in Goody's
voice barely registered over the blast of pleasure from
the heat of his body clenching around Billy's straining
cock, ‘You most firmly are.’ Goody's weight, as he
pressed his palms onto Billy’s stomach, forced him to
tense his muscles even as Goody ground himself hard
against him, rocking his ass deliberately against the
base of Billy's cock.
Fuck that was so good! And the bastard knew it too:
Billy's hands were clenched on his lover's hips to get
him to raise up and give them both some damn friction,
but Goody just met his glare with that toothy grin and
fought Billy's strength. He slid his way up Billy's cock
so slow and fucking tight that Billy barely realized he
wasn't fully encased anymore, core tensed to hold
Goody's weight and arms still fighting to make him move!
‘Not firmly enou –’ The air left Billy’s lungs in a rush
as Goody suddenly sank back down hard, arching his back
and taking him all the way into that tight heat, and his
world contracted down to Goody, their joined bodies, the
press of his hands on Billy’s chest and his own
fingernails digging into Goody’s hips. The teasing was
over: Goody’s face slackened as he ground down on him
faster, rapt in concentration on his pleasure, and Billy
threw his head back, waves of mounting tension chasing
through him, panting for breath as he thrust up to meet
every downstroke, white heat gathering to a pulsing
point in his abdomen.
+
The force of Goodnight's coiled-up pleasure and need was
almost unbearable: the hot stroke of Billy's cock
stretching and filling him, throwing sparks of pleasure
into his core, the sharp sound of Billy's runaway
breath, the desperate fingers pressing bruises into his
hips. He sounded so fucking close … The next stroke had
frustrated need tighten so hard that Goodnight grasped
desperately at Billy's shoulders, taking the solid grip
he needed to fuck himself down good and hard. The move
changed the angle when he rocked himself down again and
he swore, sudden and painfully harsh as the edge came
for him.
His back arched, every muscle clenching to reach for it,
and when Billy jerked his hips roughly up into his
frozen body, the wave of pleasure crashed over him,
Goodnight just barely aware of that high wail Billy was
so practised at wringing from him. His arms failed and
he collapsed to his elbows, twitching unsteadily against
his lover as pleasure swamped him under, cock pulsing
hard where it was trapped between their bellies, the
slick of his pleasure making their bodies slide against
each other.
As he shuddered his way through it Billy’s arms wrapped
crushingly tight around his back, pressing them chest to
chest, and his breath came gasping hot against his neck;
Goodnight keened again as Billy’ hips stuttered upwards
twice, three times, ragged and uncontrolled, then his
muscles tightened through his whole body, the force of
his orgasm lifting both them clear off the bed as he
spent in a wave of hot pulses, groaning Goody’s name.
+
Goody collapsed limp and relaxed on top of him, heart
pounding as hard as his own, and Billy lazily nuzzled at
his cheek until he reached soft lips, taking teasing
bites until he felt then curl into a grin. He lay
basking in the pleasure still glowing through his body
as the silence of the empty afternoon returned, sliding
his hands along Goody's sweat-slick back, subtly drawing
him even closer, relishing the contact of warm skin even
more now that he could stretch into it without
distraction. Goody murmured something indistinct into
his hair, low enough to be deniable, and Billy slipped a
hand down to smooth along his flank.
At length Goody rolled off him with a satisfied sigh,
reaching for a cloth to clean them both, and Billy
stretched himself luxuriously under his ministrations.
‘You’re like a great cat, cher, basking in the sun,’
teased Goody, and the affection in his voice and gentle
touch spread a different kind of warmth in Billy’s
chest.
‘Teeth and claws,’ he smiled, settling deeper into the
pillow, ‘come and lie down with me again if you dare.’
‘Oh I do,’ and a finger ran over that ticklish spot on
his stomach, ‘I think I’ve made you too lazy to savage
me.’
‘Enjoy it while you can,’ said Billy, pulling Goody down
to lay his head on his chest, fingers stroking slowly
through his hair, relaxing them both into sleep as the
motes of dust danced in the sunlight.
AN: Co-written
with wanderingsmith. Who is the more to blame is an
open question; let's just say that one thing led to
another ...
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