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Notes: this predates the events of the pilot episode. This is the first in a series.
Vin rode into town and sighed, looking about him. So, this is St. Joe…bigger ‘n I expected. He´d decided to stop at the larger city when his latest bounty brought him close to the area, thinking to get a look at the bustling bit of humanity nestled in the wild plains. He ambled along, looking for a livery, and then guided Peso towards it once it was spotted. Even though it was after dark there were several people he had to maneuver around, the folk almost as plentiful at night as most of the small towns he was used to at the peak of midday. He shook his head and hid a smile. After his mount was seen to he stepped out of the stable and stretched, trying to work the kinks out from his long ride. Need a bed. Need a drink…and maybe a bath. Probably not in that order though. He´d asked the boy in the livery for a good place to get a bath, and had been directed to turn left then right until he got to a little place called Dusty´s. With that in mind he walked through the streets, enjoying the feel of the cold air, breathing deep. Spring would start to crack through any day now, but tonight winter was still holding fast, its icy fingers yet unwilling to let go of nature´s cloak.He found the bathhouse easily and paid for a fresh one, pockets healthily lined from last few bounties he´d collected on. There were two other occupants in the small, steamy room, and they were discussing what seemed to have been a very exciting game of poker that had finally ended early that morning, and some southerner had taken quite a handsome prize. He fairly boggled at the amount the two men were speculating had been in the offering. The tracker listened until he caught the name of the saloon where this game had been held, then tuned them out, setting about the business of getting clean. As he didn´t know anything about the city he figured a good a place as any to check out would be where the dixielander had won such a hefty pot. Once he was dressed and more or less dry he ducked back outside and he walked to the main street, eyes searching for the saloon. He knew it right away – it was the loudest, brightest establishment in sight. For a minute he hesitated, wondering if he really wanted to push into that kind of crowd, face that kind of noise. His preference for a bed and a drink was usually much quieter, much less peopled. Well, Tanner, ya came here ta see some city. Might as well do some looking. He squared his shoulders and strode across the street towards the bustling barroom.
Vin entered as was his habit everywhere, opening the batwing doors as little as possible to allow his passage, then hugged the wall to get his bearings before approaching the bar. The room was alive with activity, and almost bright as daylight. Smoke clouds hung in the air like wraiths, the lamps glowing warmly. Against the far wall a piano was making a jaunty noise and next to it a huge stove burned bright, its fire providing the heat that warded off the chill outside. Almost all of the tables were full, clusters of men and working girls playing cards, jawing, or tossing shots. A lone figure caught his attention, the stillness about the man incongruent in the setting, yet he hardly seemed out of place. The man was in a bright red coat, slight frills peeking out at his wrists – a white dress shirt. His hair was thick and curled a little, an errant lock of it falling onto his forehead at intervals as he played a game of solitaire. Vin licked his lips. He liked what he saw.
He made his way to the bar and ordered a whiskey and beer chaser, downing the shot and grimacing as it burned down to his gut. He took the beer slower, sipping at the foam a few times before finally allowing himself to look back at the man presiding over an empty table, once again taken by the self-possessed air surrounding him. A sharp black hat was resting at the man´s elbow, lying on the flat top so it didn´t disturb the brim. He couldn´t see what kind of pants or shoes the man was wearing, but the Texan knew it would be of the same quality as the rest of his clothing. It wasn´t often the tracker even thought about his appearance, much less worry if he was acceptable – he was as he was, and anyone who didn´t like it could shove it. But he knew a flash of apprehension over his buckskins and long coat, wondering what the fancy man would think about him dressed ready for the trail. He shook his head and looked away. Ain´t like it´s a worry, Tanner. Something made him look back over, and when he did he was frozen in place by a pair of the greenest eyes he´d ever seen.
After a long moment Vin remembered to breathe, and he tore his gaze away from the piercing stare, bobbing his head a little in acknowledgement before turning back to his beer. He lifted it to his lips but didn´t really swallow any, sure he´d splutter over it with his heart beating up into his throat the way it was. He couldn´t define what it was, but he´d felt something instant spark at him when their eyes met, had known an instinctual kinship he´d never experienced before. It fair knocked him for a loop. He glanced out of the corner of his eyes, looking through his hair at the captivating stranger. He studied him, watching the handsome face concentrate on the cards; the nimble hands fly over the small rectangles, placing them, shuffling them, starting over again. During his study Vin felt spikes of satisfaction as he observed the other man making an equally intense, but almost indiscernible study of him. If he weren´t so keen a tracker, and so adept at reading other people, he´d never have been able to tell he was being thoroughly cataloged, and certainly wouldn´t have been able to figure that the details were well appreciated. He got to the end of his beer and set it back on the bar, then bobbed his head once, the matter decided. His mouth was a determined line as he moved away from the bar with unhurried ease. Vin strolled over to the table and set into play a particular ritual, one he hoped the other man would recognize as well.
“Got room for another in yer game?” Green eyes looked at him impassively. Hands gathered the cards and started to shuffle, and Vin cleared his throat. “Thing is, I don´t wanna have this game interrupted. Someplace ya know we can take it, play in private?” The nimble hands stilled, and the Texan held his breath. There was little danger of outright offense – he´d seen the appreciative glances the well-dressed man had thrown his way when he thought Vin wasn´t paying attention. But this was also the moment of no return. Either his veiled invitation could be accepted and they would spirit away for a roll in the hay, or it could be purposely misunderstood. He tried not to breathe a sigh of relief at the southerner´s answer.
“Why, I do believe I have just the place.” He snapped the cards against the table so they all slid into an even rectangle, then tucked them away in a motion that Vin almost couldn´t follow. With slight flourish the gambler stood and he held out an arm. “If you could just follow me?” The Texan nodded, glad it had been accepted but now just anxious to get out of the full saloon and on their way. There was small chance that anyone was on to them, but he didn´t want to linger over niceties all the same. Besides, his body was fairly on fire, his buckskins uncomfortable and restrictive against his already needy cock – a need that had grown tenfold when green eyes had smiled at him and cheeks had dimpled in pleasure before turning away. He watched hips as they swaggered and swayed, the gambler´s gunbelt worn low-slung so it fitted against his well-formed ass. Vin swallowed and found his feet, hurrying after the man. When they reached the back of the saloon they exited out into the cold night, and the bounty hunter felt a wave of disappointment. Right now I´m gonna take him as I can…know that – but kinda wish it wasn´t jus´ gonna hafta be a quickie in some muddy alley. The distinct sound of footsteps on wood had him looking up.
The southerner had ascended about five steps that were built against the back wall of the saloon before stopping to glance back down, checking on his companion. A brow quirked over green eyes, and though it was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared, Vin would have bet his last nickel that apprehension and self-doubt had sprung to life in those emerald depths. The Texan made a show of taking in another deep breath, as if he´d been enjoying the clean air after the smoky, smothering barroom, then he grinned and took the stairs two at a time, brazenly stroking the man on the behind with a hand and whispered,
“What´s the hold up?” He delighted at the shivery chuckle that was his answer, licking his lips in anticipation as they hurried up the stairs in unison. The smaller man shouldered the door open and peeked inside. After a moment he lifted a hand up high against the wood panel, holding the door open, and Vin ducked a little and slipped inside. The hallway was very dark and completely deserted. A strong hand found his and the Texan allowed himself to be led down the hall, and the pair paused only long enough so the southerner could unlock the door to his room. As soon as he heard the rasp of metal against metal Vin pushed, the door opening quickly so they spilled inside. He grabbed the shoulders just in front of him and spun the shorter man, moving so he could press the muscled body against the door, using the force of the gesture to shut the entrance, his left hand already fumbling with clothes while his right resecured the lock. Without thinking he swooped down for a kiss, seeking with his tongue against the seam between full lips, feeling a surge of satisfaction when they opened and he could explore the wet cavern behind.
He stuffed the thought back that right now he should run away, that he shouldn´t let this go any further. The kiss alone should have impelled him to flee – but he didn´t want to, didn´t know if he could. In all his years he´d only accepted this sort of invitation but a few times, and had never before extended one. And no matter what he´d never kissed the other person he was with – just took and gave enough to find physical completion, then disappeared again soon after. Maybe letting that rule go by the wayside wasn´t a good idea. He heard a thud and realized his gunbelt had fallen around his ankles, then a strong hand was pushing under his waistband in the front, stroking and teasing. His lips opened enough for the kiss to still for a moment, having to suck in a breath at the erotic attentions his throbbing penis was receiving as nimble fingers burrowed into his underclothes and met with heated flesh. When the fingers squeezed with teasing pressure he plowed forward, no longer caring about his rules, raising a hand to bat their hats away before angling further and harder downward, losing himself in another abandoned kiss.
His jacket followed his gunbelt, then his shirt was steadily unbuttoned by a sure hand. The other hand was still busy fondling his leaking member, and Vin struggled to remain coherent enough to start to undress the sturdy body he had pinned against the door. He so badly wanted a taste of satiny flesh, dying to see more than the hints of creamy skin that flashed at the man´s wrists and neck. The other man pulled away and he moaned in protest, and that turned quickly to a groan of pleasure when a tongue flicked over his hard nipples, one after the other then back again. He gave up trying to get any more of the seemingly endless layers off his lover and pressed both hands against the door, locking his elbows to support himself. Wet heat blazed a trail from his pants, dipping into his belly button, then on up until sharp teeth nipped at where his collarbone met his neck. He grunted wordlessly. The mouth trailed to his ear and whispered,
“Ezra.” The tracker stiffened a little, trying to fight the senseless desolation that pierced him at the idea that this man was calling him by the name of another. There was a slight pause, then strong hands were framing his face, and he made himself look at the man waiting for him. Green eyes were open, sincere, then a flash of gold appeared with a smile. “My name – Ezra.” Vin didn´t have a chance to answer when his response was swallowed in another hard kiss. Both hands worked in unison, unfastening his pants the rest of the way, and a cool draft hit his legs and erection, making him shiver a little. The mouth left his then without warning plunged around his cock, taking it to the root with a swift movement. He let his head fall back, fingernails curling into the wooden door, making small grooves from the force. The southerner reached behind him and fondled his balls a little, tickling them, then pulled away and hummed back down on him again. He came, gasping breathlessly,
“Ezra…” His limbs felt leaden and useless and he sagged forward, strong arms catching him before he fell completely. They ended up on the floor, a tangle of sweaty limbs and half- discarded clothing. He couldn´t help the smile that graced his features, the languid happiness enveloping him completely. With a shaky hand he reached over and cupped Ezra´s cheek, drawing the other man close for another kiss. The sharp, bitter tang of his own essence greeted him, and the returning twitch of arousal stirred at his loin. He shifted them so the gambler was lying completely on the floor with Vin on top of him, holding the face firmly so the kiss didn´t break. The thought of going slow and returning the favor was banished when he heard the needy groans, and felt the restless movement of hips and a steel hard cock trying to find friction and release rise up into him. He deepened the kiss and stroked in a long caress down the front of the still buttoned silk shirt, not even stopping at the fastened pants, but shoved his long hand in and under. He wrapped strong fingers around the shaft he found and brought the other man to swift completion with a few hard jerks of his hand. A satisfied murmur filtered out between their lips. The Texan left his hand where it was, moving to stroke hair from a glistening brow with the other. He smiled gently.
“Vin.” Green eyes opened and studied him lazily, then the man lying under him smiled.
“Vin,” he drawled, the accent thick and sleepy. “Very nice to have met your acquaintance.” The tracker couldn´t help the small chuckle, and he brushed his hands over the still sensitive area before pulling out of the man´s pants. He pushed up onto his knees and concentrated on the clothing – specifically getting them off of Ezra. For a few minutes his lover simply laid on the floor, but eventually the man returned to earth, and when he did adroit fingers were helping him rid the compact form of the rest of its coverings. When at last the full plane of pale flesh was revealed to his greedy eyes Vin sighed and bent his head, tasting: at the hollow where hip met thigh; along the quivering belly and into the indentation just above; tickling a flank and up ribs; teasing rosy nipples and an elegant neck. Finally his meanderings brought him so he was lying full against Ezra, and he kissed him soundly before pulling away. He grinned wickedly.
“Let´s take this ta bed. Want ya ta fuck me.” Green eyes widened, all sleepy languor of before being burned away in a flash by renewed passion at his utterance. Vin almost shook his head, not quite believing his own ears, his own words. Don´t know what made me say that…can´t hardly believe I did either. He´d only been on the bottom once, and though he hadn´t been mistreated, it wasn´t something done for his pleasure. The trailhand he´d been with had obliged and bent for him after, but it wasn´t anything other than finding much needed release that wasn´t solitary after being out in the wilds for so long. But already with Ezra there was a burning anticipation deep in him, something that made him believe it would be good. Mostly, though, was that he simply wanted it, end of discussion. He ignored the repeated urgings to pick up and go, and go now. This is jus´ fer fun…jus´ ta work off some steam. Then I´ll be outta here. No problem.
Ezra pushed firmly but gently against his shoulders and he let himself be moved off the smaller man. They stood together, working their clothing off and away from themselves so they could continue to the bed unencumbered. The southerner lifted a hand and pulled Vin to him, and they kissed deeply as the walked in a meandering line to the bed. The tracker backed up easily, not even pausing when he felt the mattress hit his knees, but allowed himself to fall onto the soft surface. The gambler managed to break away, not being pulled down with the other man. A brow waggled over dancing green eyes, and a mouth planted a quick kiss on Vin´s lips then moved away. Tanner moved on the bed, pulling with his elbows so he came to lie in the center of the wide mattress. He stayed propped up on his arms so he could watch his naked lover walk about the room. Chestnut locks tumbled in front of a handsome face as he bent to look in a drawer pulled out from the grand dresser across the room. Vin wondered how he ever got so lucky that someone as beautiful and refined as the man with him gave him a second glance, much less brought him up to share an expensive room in a fine hotel. A small noise of satisfaction and Ezra was coming back across the room, something small and round in his hand.
The southerner started at the foot of the bed and crawled his way up, lowering his head to kiss and nip at Vin as he went. It reminded the lean man of a cougar, danger and excitement all wrapped into one sleekly muscled package. The whole time the tracker fought to stay on his arms so he could watch the erotic progress of teeth and tongue over his own skin, lids low and heavy. The gambler came level with his face and hovered for a little bit, then lowered his face for a long kiss, pulling on the blankets still tucked up and made, loosening them from the mattress. Vin fell back then boosted one shoulder then the other, and soon he was flush against cool, soft sheets, the comforter at the foot of the bed and out of the way. The mouth was back covering his own, and hands were busy teasing his skin, rippling over his length like fire come to life. The Texan reached up and buried his fingers in the thick hair so close to him, then relaxed the hold to let his hands do their own exploring. A nimble finger trailed from his navel down and down, over his erection and around until it pushed between his cheeks, pausing at his tight entrance. Unconsciously Vin sucked in his breath and held it, whole body ridged with tension. He willed himself to stay still. I invited the man ta do this…can´t go back on that now. A gentle laugh followed by kisses peppered down his chest soothed him a little, and he opened his eyes when Ezra whispered,
“Ah. I see.” He looked up in confusion to see green eyes regarding him steadily, easily. The southerner tilted his head to the side, finger still flicking gently at his opening, the other hand stroking in long circles on the tracker´s taut stomach. “Perhaps you would like the opportunity to reconsider your offering?” Vin´s eyes twitched rapidly when the thumb under him passed over his balls, back and forth, and he caught his breath. When he didn´t answer his lover continued, “I´ll not be angered if you choose to rescind, nor will there be need for retribution. But you must say now, for I will not ask again.” Vin licked his lips, working hard to make his mind function so he could decide. Aw, hell with it. Harshly he said,
“Take me, Ez. I´m ready.” The southerner laughed again.
“Hardly, Vin – but I´ll see that you are.” The sure hand slipped out from under the tracker and he watched, fascinated, as the gambler brought his thumb to his mouth and laved it with his tongue, wetting the digit completely. Then he worked the hand back underneath the bounty hunter, and Vin purred when that slick thumb stroked over and over and over again from his scrotum and up into his crease until it stopped almost to the small of his back, and worked down again. Each time it passed over the entrance he relaxed more and more, the sure, gentle treatment lulling his muscles and loosening his guard. He heard his name being called and he fought to open his eyes. Ezra was waiting with something in his free hand, and he held it up. “Open this for me, please.” Vin nodded and took the small tin, screwing the lid and not fumbling too badly, the mind numbing stroking continuing without cease as he tried to concentrate on his task. Finally the small metal cap landed on his chest and he held the container out to the southerner. Ezra didn´t take it from him, but instead dipped his fingers in and took a liberal amount of the sweet/savory liniment. A gold-flecked smile flashed and then disappeared as the man above him dipped his head.
Vin threw back his head and gasped, trying not to make noise as the talented mouth closed about his aching cock. He´d almost forgotten about his needy erection, so entranced by the attentions to the rest of him that it amazingly managed to sink under being most important. Apparently Ezra had not. He allowed a small moan when a tongue flicked over the crown, fisting the sheets as it probed the small slit. The mouth moved away, the comparatively cooler air of the room making him tingle. He hoped his lover wouldn´t need any more of the salve – he´d no idea where it went. The hand behind him worked until it was at his back, then pushed up, urging him to lift. Vin followed the cue. He felt his body being supported on two muscled thighs, his legs being maneuvered so his heels caught on the southerner´s shoulders and held. He opened his eyes to watch, a flare of heat burning his insides at the look of attentive concentration on his lover´s face. The Texan felt a finger probe his entrance then enter, wiggling experimentally. After a few moments of this green eyes looked at him, pinning him in place. Vin had to laugh. Said he wouldn´t ask me again…guess he forgot that already. He braced his body with his hands and pushed into the finger, encouraging further exploration. A second slick finger followed the first, and then there were three gentle invaders teasing him. He bit his lip when they hit something inside of him, making him feel weak and like he´d been stabbed with a hot poker all at the same time. Vin opened his eyes to see green ones dancing.
“So, you knew nothing of that as well, hmm?” The Texan couldn´t answer, as Ezra had set to stroking that pleasure spot again and again, and Vin let his eyes roll back and close again. After awhile more he felt he couldn´t take it any longer, and he gasped out,
“Ez, please…do it…need it now.” His reply was to feel the blunt head of his lover´s cock at his entrance, and he accepted it eagerly, willingly. Vin tightened his legs, pulling the man inside of him further, inviting him to thrust. The southerner needed no more encouragement. With a grunt the smaller man fell forward, resting his sweaty forehead on Vin´s own sweat beaded chest. He reached back and cupped Vin´s hips, helping the lean man move with him, their thrusts growing in intensity, losing cadence, as they grew wilder with abandon. The hardness filled Vin, and again and again little starbursts opened before him as it stroked his passion nub deep inside. He couldn´t ever remember feeling so good. His head hit with a dull thud on the wall behind the bed as the thrusts pushed the two men up the mattress as one. He tilted it to the side, reaching out to grab Ezra´s ass and pull it to him, urging for it to be harder. Next his shoulder was slamming again and again into the headboard but he didn´t care, he just wanted it to keep pounding, wanted the desperate rhythm to never end. Vin drew a little blood when he had to bite his lip again as a hand jerked on his cock in time to the thrusts. With a smothered grunt he came, and he felt inside of him the heat of Ezra´s as the other man followed. He reached up blindly, clawing at the other man, bringing that handsome face down for a searing kiss. After they broke apart the southerner fell on top of him, and both lay gasping, breathing harsh and labored as they fought to regain some balance. When Ezra moved Vin tightened his arms – he wasn´t ready yet. Before the other man had a chance to uncouple them the tracker gave into the beckoning darkness and fell into a heavy, sated sleep, arms still bound around their prize.
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Ezra woke up slowly, enjoying the warmth next to him, the aching in his body that reminded him of the activities that had held him captive in this hotel room. He and Vin had been here for three days – now four – and had only left when it had been absolutely necessary. He was surprised he could still function. Actually, I am surprised I am still alive…one wonders where we are finding this energy, this driving need. After they´d had sex that first time Ezra had braced himself for the handsome tracker to wake and pull away, then disappear back into the night from where he came. Vin had woken up all right, but he certainly hadn´t been in any hurry to get anywhere…unless you counted on top of his body as a place. It seemed neither of them were anxious to get away from the other, and slowly Ezra was letting himself believe that the tiny hope that kindled to life in his heart might actually be able to flourish into fullness, that the small whisper of ‘love´ could actually come true for him. He knew he more than desired the Texan, knew there was more than an agreeable rapport between them, or even raw sexual attraction. It is so much more…if I weren´t such the cynic I might actually be willing to admit that destiny may have just walked through that saloon and into my life, and has taken complete possession of me.
The days in the hotel room were about only them, the world outside forgotten as they reveled in one another. They ate, they talked, they laid in the bed together, simply gazing at one another – but mostly they made love. Glorious, spine tingling, hole worn through the mattress love. Every time they found release in one another and collapsed together wherever they had been, Ezra wondered if he´d be able to stand again. Somehow he´d found the ability to move again…and so much more. Vin´s insatiability matched his own, and their shared ardor was almost terrifying with intensity. Still, the southerner would not trade it for a sum of money equaling more than he´d ever be able to spend – or anything else for that matter. He was amazed at the satisfaction he got just from being with the other man, the completeness he felt as they shared a silence, looking out into the cold world from their window over the street, safely wrapped around one another and in the many blankets from the bed. The closest they had come to discussing the future was after they had exchanged their full names, Ezra asked if Vin had ever seen the pacific ocean, and when the tracker had replied a negative the southerner had leaned close and whispered that they should see about changing that fact. His heart had fairly sung when strong arms had hugged him closer as the other man readily agreed.
When Vin had asked to be fucked he´d almost come on the spot, not quite believing what was being offered, and who was offering it. He half believed that if he closed his eyes the man would disappear like a beautiful apparition, leaving him alone again. As it was the man´s readiness combined with his visible fear and tension had stolen Ezra´s heart, and he knew he´d never be able to get it back from its thief. The readiness had burned deep inside of him, making him want to possess the lean body stretched under him. But the trembling anxiety and tenseness as the man waited for what he knew as only discomfort and necessity gentled him, and he wanted nothing more than to please, to take away any bad memory and replace it with the knowledge of how very good it could be. From the tracker´s reaction he was certain he´d achieved that goal. When they´d woken again the blue eyes had smiled contentedly at him, and finally they moved away from one another. Ezra had retrieved a washcloth with stumbling steps, falling back into the bed and his lover´s arms on his return. Vin had grabbed the bit of fabric and cleaned them both quickly, then had flipped the southerner onto his back, pinning the man in place with a suggestive grin. It wasn´t long before Ezra had happily admitted defeat and raised the white flag, surrendering to his lover his faculties and ability to be coherent as he was gently prepared then thoroughly fucked himself.
Vin shifted against him and murmured something as he slid away slowly, finally moving to see about some food for them. It was almost dawn and no one would be about, the perfect time to steal into the saloon kitchen and retrieve the parcel of food he´d ordered last time he´d ventured out. He had considered having it delivered, but there was no telling when they would be in the throes of passion, so he didn´t risk it, asking instead that it be left for him to gather. The generous gratuity he´d added to the bill forestalled any questions or arguments. He brushed a hand to clear sienna locks from the resting face then moved silently about the room, pulling on his pants and throwing on a shirt. He tiptoed out the door and then hurried down the stairs, his aching body protesting the swift motions but he ignored it, pushing on into the kitchen. He found the box of food easily, and carried it balanced on a hand as he went back up to their room. The gambler paused at the threshold, then opened the door very slowly. He called a soft greeting and entered.
Vin was awake and on his side facing the door, eyes open but still sleepy. It surprised Ezra, for he just knew the tracker was someone who was always alert – but the sight of the mare´s leg poking out from under the bed within easy reach had him smiling in satisfaction. He walked back to the bed and sat down.
“Hungry?” The Texan nodded and licked his lips, shifting position so he was sitting up in the bed, comforter tumbling down to expose his bronze chest to the southerner´s hungry view. Vin leaned back against the headboard, smirking a little, not bothering to cover himself when the blanket slid further down, exposing his navel and the top of the patch of coarse hair at his groin. Ezra reached into the box and pulled out a tin of peaches and an opener after prying himself away from the tempting sight displayed before him. With a deft touch he worked the top off, then spilled the contents into a large bowl. He passed this to Vin with a fork. The tracker took it but didn´t eat anything, a frown marring the handsome face. Ezra studied him for a moment. “Is there something amiss?” Vin nodded, so Ezra asked, “What?” The Texan pointed.
“You.” A flush of sudden anxiety crept up the gambler´s chest, and all at once he wondered if this divine fantasy was finally going to come crashing down about his ears. Vin put the peaches on the nightstand and leaned forward, one long finger reaching out to tug on the southerner´s collar. “Yer still dressed.” Ezra´s mouth fell open into a small ‘o´ before he remembered himself and then he smiled.
“Easily remedied, I assure you.” To prove his point he stood and quickly divested himself of the scant clothing he´d thrown on to get their breakfast – he hadn´t even bothered with shoes. The bounty hunter nodded, a smile quirking his lips.
“Yeah, that´s better.” He leaned back and retrieved the peaches and tucked into them with gusto. He speared one with a fork and held it out for Ezra, the southerner leaning close to capture the fruit. Before he could pull back away a strong hand was around the back of his head, moving him even closer for a long kiss, the fruit they were both munching on mingling between them. Vin pulled back and sighed. “Thanks, Ez. Was jus´ thinking I was getting hungry again – and peaches, they´re my favorite.” Ezra nodded and filed the tidbit away for future reference. They shared the meal in relative silence, the southerner getting the food while the Texan fed them both, kisses slowing the pace of the breakfast considerably. When they´d finished Ezra gathered everything back into the box then let himself be pulled down into the bed again, sighing happily when strong arms closed about him. He looked up at the ceiling as Vin teased and explored his chest with a still hungry mouth, thinking again that perhaps they should have some sort of discussion, work at coming to some sort of conclusion about what should happen next. Much as he would have wanted, they couldn´t stay in this hotel room forever – the truth of that even clearer as he remembered an obligation he´d conveniently thrust aside at first sight of Vin. His eyes closed when the mouth found his erection and he let out a ragged sigh, hands moving to tangle in long hair. The talk could come later.
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