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You bite my lip just for the taste
You’re on your knees, I’m on the case
You take the heat and with such grace
You say we’re done, but here you stay
- - “I Like the Way You Kiss Me” Artemas
The afternoon sun was beginning to wane and give way to the early evening air by the time Dutch looked up from his book. The gang was still bustling with activity and the daily stew still needed to simmer until Pearson tasted it for completion. Lenny was busy repairing the hitches for the horses while Charles hacked away with the ax for more wood. Arthur and Bill poured over maps, plotting their next scheme and ignoring Sean who was buzzing around as he tried to decipher the words they read to each other.
Mac and Davey were out riding with Micah to investigate a recent lead they came across. Another gift from Trelawny’s latest visit who heard rumors of a fat stage coach carrying payroll for the factory workers in the town they decided to camp near.
All members of Dutch’s family toiled to their daily chores and yet the loudest sound he couldn’t decipher was a pair of bickering, irritating voices that he knew all too well who they belonged to. He sighed when closing his book and sat up from his chair.
“Be gentle with them, Dutch.” Molly cooed without looking up from her book; knowing her lover well enough where he was about to go.
“Don’t worry, darling. I won’t bark too hard.” He trudged across the camp to where the wagons were parked carrying Pearson’s kitchen supplies. The closer he grew to the pair, the more he was able to learn of their latest argument.
“There were twelve bottles here and now there are four.” A voice horace that it almost pained to listen to.
“And I’m telling you, that had nothing to do with me.”
“You were coming back here all night last night!”
“And so was Mac, Sean, Pearson, Tilly!”
“Wow, you were really watching this box a lot last night.”
“I wasn’t watching it! I’m just saying - there’s like twenty of us and I ain’t the only one drinking all of them!”
“And I’m saying : you’re drinking more than your fair share here.”
“I was the one playing guitar all night. Wouldn’t it have been obvious if the music stopped and started all night for me to grab a beer?”
“Gentlemen!” Dutch intervened. Before him the two young men looked up from the empty boxes that carried the camp’s supply of beer. Javier looked at Dutch dumbfounded as he still couldn’t believe how silently Dutch could appear from behind his shoulder. John on the other hand already bore the expression of guilt and stared at the ground, bracing himself to a verbal lashing that he had to endure many times in his youth. “It appears our supply of liquor seems to have suddenly depleted last night.”
“It wasn’t me, Dutch.” Javier shook his head as he slowly stood up from the box at their feet.
“So he says.” John huffed under his breath. Javier answered him with a shove of his elbow in which John returned in favor.
“I don’t care who did it! All I know is we need more.” Dutch pulled out a few bills from his back pocket. “That’s why you’re gonna buy me a bottle of spiced rum.” He licked his thumb and gave Javier a few bills. “And the two of you will pay out of your own wallets, a case of beer for the camp.”
“What?!” Both their mouths dropped.
“Think of it as penance for drinking our supplies low especially when you, John !” He pointed at his precious adopted son. “Had patrol duty last night and drank four bottles.”
Javier whistled as John grew red.
“Shut it, Javier!”
“You know, it becomes a problem when it interferes with your work, John.”
“I’m gonna be your problem soon enough when I–”
“Enough!” Dutch roared. “Two of you! Go and get into town now before the stores close. Or I’ll have Michah and Mac unleash their wrath when they find out there’s nothing for them to drink when they come back.”
“Of course.” Javier nodded his head in earnest respect.
“Fine!” John snapped as he turned sharply towards the horses, practically stomping like that of a toddler as he marched over to Old Tom. All of his horses were “Old”. A trend he started when he outgrew having to share a saddle with Arthur.
Javier took his time climbing Boaz as he wasn’t as comfortable in turning his back in anger towards Dutch as John was. While John had the privilege of giving their leader an attitude, Javier on the other hand knew his place was less solidified as the gang’s “golden boy”. A boy he still was in Javier’s eyes.
Despite having lived a hard nomadic life stealing from the bloated and running from the law, Javier learned how little John has experienced from having not stayed in one place long enough. Violence, lies, scheming can only build a man so much. Compromise, patience, consistency is what he has yet found the importance of and don’t even get him started on women. For a young buck who was close in age to Javier like himself, he had never seen a man so sloppy in talking to women like that of John. Javier was left speechless one time when he tried courting two women next to John. Had to elbow the gunslinger hard in the ribs to get him to answer the busty blonde. John blew it all up when he excused himself as he’d rather play poker than talk to the first pair of young women they had encountered in the past two months. Mac and Charles ended up picking them up while Javier simmered at the bar listening to Uncle describe his bowel movements that morning. It seemed every time he hung around John for longer than a minute he was always getting the shit end of the stick.
And that’s where he found himself again as he rode behind John, watching his horse shit in front of him. They rode into town in silence, too angry to lock themselves into another conversation that they both knew would erupt in a fight.
“You gonna come in and help me with these?” John shouted when popped out of the general store.
“No.” Javier answered flatly. “Your horse is bigger than mine.”
“Pain in my–” John cursed as he went back into the store. It took some time but eventually John waddled out of the general store, descended the stairs and loaded Old Tom’s saddle bags with the bottles of beer that he pulled out of the case. For remaining bottles he went over to Javier’s horse and filled his saddle bags up as well.
“Man! Cálmate ! Don’t break them.”
“Well maybe you should have helped me bring them out!” John barked when he shoved the last bottle into the saddle bag, causing Boaz to snort in annoyance.
“I already had to pay them cause you didn’t bring your money, cabrón .”
“I told you I’ll pay you back!”
“Why are you yelling?”
“Cause you’re yelling!”
“ No one is yelling at you.” Javier opened his arms and looked around the street. Not one soul gave the two any attention.
“Whatever.” John waved Javier away. “Let's just get these back before it becomes dark.”
“Yeah,” Javier began turning Boaz away from the store. “So you can start drinking them all.”
“What?!”
“Nothing.” The pair rode out of town slowly in order to better protect the bottles.
The two weren’t out of town long by the time they started back up again. When John plucked out a bottle and cracked it open, Javier couldn’t help himself from muttering a passive aggressive comment about John drinking the supplies before getting to camp. John balked back in anger about Javier’s smugness and why he felt he was better than him when Javier hadn't once yet pulled off a successful heist.
“You know what I lacked in creativity, I made up for in practicality.”
“What does that even mean ?” John whined.
“How do I know your language better than you?”
“I don’t think you’re speaking my language right, brother .” The word “brother” was thrown around quite a lot between Javier and John but it took on a different meaning each time it was used. For most cases like this one, it held a weight of disdain. A reminder that they both had to begrudgingly play nice as they belonged to the same gang, the same family. A few times they were earnest when calling each other “brother”. Mostly during late nights when it was just the two of them hunched over a pack of cards. Other times it was a warning to an outsider to take ten steps back as the man they were harassing was their brother, their boundary and theirs to harass alone. For this particular instance, it was the former. An embarrassing reminder that they shouldn’t pull out their guns because at the end of the day, Dutch was waiting on that alcohol.
“What do you know, John? I’ve been riding with your lot for several months now and haven’t seen you successfully pull a woman.”
“What does that mean?” Even John had to twist his body on Old Tom to look Javier in the eyes.
“ What does that mean? ” Javier mocked. “Do you know anything, amigo ? Or you just walk around without a thought behind your ears?”
“Wait…”John scrolled back the recent past weeks to the saloon they were at together. “You still up and arms about those girls back then?”
“Yes and no.” Javier corrected him.
“What does that mean?” John really was starting to believe Javier was losing his grasp on the English language while Javier was starting to believe that John just went around questioning the meaning of everything.
“Yes, I’m still pissed I lost out on not one-”
“Oh here we go again. I knew it.”
“Not two! But three women at the bar all because you said the first one stank like-”
“Onions. And she did!”
“The second one, you called her boring.”
“She kept going on about how many squirrels were in town. Like how many squirrels are you seeing that you have to bring it up in conversation?”
“And the third!” Javier raised his three fingers. “Third you legit looked at me and said ‘really, Javier. This one?’” John thought about that one for a while.
“Yeah.” He admitted. “That was a bit much.”
“You damn right that was a bit much!” Javier yelled.
“Why are you yelling?” John whispered mockingly.
“I’m about to lose my mind, Marston. Haven’t had a good fuck in months and its all because of you.”
“How is it all because of me? It's not the fact that we got chased out of the last town by the law, ran into only red neck inbreds since then and you lost out on those prostitutes because you didn’t have enough money. But it's all my fault.”
“It is your fault. I’m losing out on the few opportunities to fuck because you never had.”
“ Excuse me?” If John wore a necklace, he would have been clutching his pearls at this moment. “You truly believe I’ve never done it?”
“Truly. Seriously. Surely.” Words left John’s mouth. If he didn’t carry the camp’s entire supply of beer bottles on his horse, he would have sprinted off with Old Tom and told Javier to go to hell. But unfortunately he was trapped on the tree lined dirt road with Javier and the camp was still a ways away.
“I’ve done it. Plenty of times.” John declared. “Just ever since you’ve joined our gang, you’ve been scaring off the good looking ones.”
“Since when did you have standards for anything?” Javier asked.
“Since when did you not? You polish your boots, brush your hair, wax your mustache and for what - to bang a woman with more chin hairs than you?”
“Hey, close your eyes and they all feel the same.”
“You’re disgusting.” John shook his head.
“I’m the disgusting one? When was the last time you took a bath, John?”
“Hey, I may not gussy myself up as much as you and Molly but I can pull any woman I want. Never had a problem with that.”
Even Javier couldn’t argue with him. As much dirt caked his clothes and skin, John was blessed with a delicate bone structure, strong piercing eyes and a boyish smile that would make a devil blush. Once or twice before the girls joined the gang, Hosea had John be the “handsome distraction” while the rest of the gang sneaked around to rob the house. It just baffled Javier how John, knowing how handsome he was, never took advantage of it. Not once since he’s been with the gang had he seen John express any interest in sex in general.
“Its not the pull I’m questioning, it's the act that follows after. Just watching you ride that horse makes me embarrassed for you!” He motioned at John’s legs. John looked down, not finding what Javier was looking at.
“What? My hips?”
“No motion whatsoever. You’re stiff as a board. Like watching a tree ride a horse. I pity the women that you “pulled” into bed.”
“Hey! Don’t be paying attention to my hips. They move just fine when they need to.”
“I can’t imagine any woman getting wet with the way you move. Have you seen your walk recently?”
“Javier! What are you talking about?”
“No bravado. No passion. No power.”
“I’m walking. I don’t need no passion when I’m walking.” Javier looked at John for a long time, studying his posture until he made his decision.
“Nah,” He turned back towards the road. “You never done it. And if you did it was like once years ago and probably lasted for like three thrusts.”
“You know what?” John turned towards Javier. “Go to hell. Really! Go rot in hell.”
“Aww, John.” Javier mocked. “Don’t be like that.”
“No! I’m done.” John started trotting Old Tom, the bottles humorously clanking away causing Javier to start laughing.
“John! No come back, brother!” He was beginning to wheeze. “The bottles are gonna break!”
“I’m not gonna have my manhood questioned by some peacock who twirls his goatee.” Javier caught up with John who continued clanking down the road, still laughing.
“I don’t mean it!” He laughed, eyes tearing.
“Yes you do!”
“No I’m sure your riding doesn’t reflect your fucking at all.”
“It doesn’t!”
“Yes, of course.”
“It’s true! One thing, the women I bed aren’t as big as Old Tom.”
“Oh that’s a shame. You’re missing out.”
“Another thing, you can’t determine how a man is in bed when he’s riding a horse. Totally two different things.” Javier’s eyes darted towards John.
“I don’t agree with that, brother.”
“So you still mean that this ” He motioned to Javier riding Boaz. “Is how you fuck?”
“Well no, I’m a lot more uncontrollable .”
“See!”
“It's just…”Javier thought for a long time, searching for the words in the canopy of the trees. “I’ve never seen you even want it.”
“Oh I want it!”
“Really?”
“All the time.”
“Are we talking about the same thing?” Javier cocked his eyebrow. John hesitated before thinking.
“Yeah!”
“Oh Lord, you are definitely a virgin.”
“I’m not a–”
“Stop yelling!” Javier brought his finger to his lips.
“I’m not! And I can prove it.” John spoke faster than his thoughts.
“How? By fucking a tree? Cause that’s all there is right now?”
“By showing you how I move.”
“And how are you gonna do that?”
“Well I don’t know how to prove it, but I will.”
“Alright,” Javier chuckled. “Next bar we go to, I’ll–”
“No.” John stopped him. “Gotta prove it now.” He continued searching for the world to give him a sign. Hopefully in the form of a young woman who would take him but even as much of an optimist as John was, he knew that would have been far fetched.
“Now?”
“Yes now ! I’m not going to bed tonight knowing you gonna be telling Arthur and Charles that I’m a virgin. I know you’re the gang’s biggest gossip next to Bill.” Javier thought for a moment.
“You’re right.” He answered, rolling his eyes. “I’m so gonna tell everyone.”
“Stop!” John whined.
“Everyoneee” He sang to the woods. “John is a virgin.”
“Shut your mouth.”
“Or worse. You’re not a virgin. You’re just bad in bed.”
“That’s worse?”
“Oh definitely.” Javier nodded. “At least if you’re a virgin, you have untapped potential. But if you’re not and you just suck…that’s pathetic. Embarrassing.”
“Well I’m neither.” John huffed.
“Well only way to prove it between here and camp is if a woman magically manifests out of the woods and gives you a review.” He laughed searching the treeline. “And we both know that’s not gonna happen in this God forsaken town. I swear, Hosea really knows where to find the driest towns in the West.” He took a deep breath to recover from all the laughter.
“Fuck you.” John furrowed his brows. Those two words caught onto a corner of Javier’s brain, not letting go like a cat’s claws catching a woman’s skirt.
“You know what,” He said as he stopped Boaz. “That’s it.” John paused Old Tom as well.
“Excuse me?” He turned around.
“Well not literally. But show me your moves.”
“My moves?”
“Show me how you fuck.” Javier barked and couldn’t hold in his laughter. He knew John would relent. No sane man would take such an offer up. It was a classic game of chicken and John, being the biggest baby in the camp next to Sean, was certain to ride back home crying to D–
“Alright. Show me where.” Javier’s expression dropped so fast as his blood froze.
“ Que ?” He muttered.
“Let’s go, big boy!” John put on his signature devilish smirk as he knew Javier, the camp’s loudest mouth next to Sean, was certain to back dow–
“Alright. Follow me.” John’s face immediately tightened as his eyes followed Javier riding Boaz off the trail and into the woods. Shit shit shit shit. John chanted to himself as he quietly followed behind him on Old Tom.
“Yeah!” John tried his hardest to still his quivering voice. “Put your money where your mouth is, compadre.”
“And I will.” Javier could feel his heart racing as they walked deeper into the woods. “Once I find a spot.”
“Good. That is until you ever find a spot and the balls to–”
“Here is good!” Javier jumped down from Boaz and began tying the reins to the tree stump. His mind was panicking too much to notice the hesitancy John had when jumping off of Old Tom. John looked at his reins, begging for them to show a sign that would cause him not to tie up his horse. Alas he found none and reluctantly tied the leather around the wooden tree before turning back towards Javier.
Javier couldn’t turn around to face John as he pretended to scope out the perfect clearing for the two of them. In reality, he was buying time in hopes for John to give up on his act and drop the situation altogether. He can’t really hold out for this long?
“Well, following your lead!” John chirped confidently despite the fact that his palms were starting to sweat nervously.
“Exellent!” Javier replied back, though a little too high in pitch to sound natural. “Right over here.”
They walked up to a large tree trunk, a fallen giant of the forest. It was high enough to offer the two some privacy from the dirt road should anyone ever find themselves riding past the two young stubborn men who were too prideful to call out of their little game. As both John and Javier rounded to the other side of the gigantic trunk, they both stood there with hands on hips looking at it as they couldn’t bear to look at one another.
“Well,” John scratched his nose. “Picked a good spot.”
“Yeah,” Javier rubbed his neck nervously. “Can’t ask for anything better.”
“So,” John began clapping his hands as he looked around at anything but Javier. “How you wanna do this?”
“Huh?” Javier finally looked at John.
“Show my moves. Fuck you. But not literally.” Javier’s expression was like that of a fish, mouth agape and eyes wide open. Panic had taken hold of the young man. “Come on,” John motioned towards the tree, smiling in victory as he knew Javier was on the brink of defeat. “Unless you’re all talk and–”
Javier plopped himself on the ground, his back against the fallen tree trunk. With his hands still on his hips, John let out a nervous laugh as he rubbed his face; searching for something like that of a wolf that would end their game.
“Let’s go, tough guy!” Javier taunted John as he looked up at him. John took a step closer and continued scanning their surroundings in hopes that Javier would finally crack. Both men were toeing the line, inching closer and closer to the edge in belief that the other was going to turn tail and run. But now that they were at this moment, hesitation and fear began to dig its way deeper with each passing second within their silence. They adjusted their stance more times than they needed to, rubbed their palms, scratched their chins and eyes darted around continuously. Yes they baited and taunted one another with their quick comebacks and took any excuse to one up one another but this familiar game was different. The play required more than their usual talents of hostility, physicality and quick mindedness. Now they found themselves in a competitive game that required a certain level of intimacy and vulnerability. A nervous energy emitted from the two, which was to be expected but something else started to hum underneath it all. Excitement.
Excitement for possible contact, friction and touch that they both craved but was prohibited.
“Look if you want to call it,” Javier began.
“I ain’t calling nothing!” John barked. “Never backed down from anything before and I ain’t gonna start because of you.”
“Then fucking do something about it.” Javier taunted.
“The hell you want me to do?”
“Get down here, casanova! Though I know you wouldn’t know how to do that cause you never–”
Javier nearly gasped at how quickly John dropped down to straddle him between his legs. He instantly straightened his back up against the tree when John sat in his lap.
“Whoa whoa whoa!” Javier nearly banged his head against the tree in an effort to further distance himself from John, who was now nearly inches away from his face.
“What?!” John raised his hands in confusion. “Ain’t this what you want?”
“I didn’t want nothing! You’re the one trying to prove you ain’t no virgin so bad.”
“And would a virgin do this?” John motioned his hands around to indicate their predicament: the two hidden in the woods sitting up against a tree with John straddling Javier between his legs. Javier thought for a moment.
“Actually…” He grimaced.
“Shut up!” John knew he had a point but they made it this far and it wouldn’t be for nothing. If so, he wasn’t going to be the one to bend. “So what now?”
“What do you mean ‘ what now ’? Show me what you got.”
“Uhh…”John continued looking around nervously. “How do I start?” He could feel his face starting to grow hot in embarrassment.
“What now I gotta teach you how to fuck?” Javier was too much in his head to notice John’s blush. He couldn’t believe that a moment ago, he was busy cursing John for all of his bad luck and now he was sitting on the ground floor of the woods in between John’s thighs. He began to regret his prideful nature and realize the mistake he made. As horny as he was, could he be that desperate to satiate his lust on the side of a road in the middle of nowhere by the most spoiled, arrogant, thick headed son-of-a-bitch who didn’t even know how to–
“Ahhh!” Javier nearly jumped up from where he was sitting when he felt the initial push of John rolling his hips into his. His fingers dug into the grass floor of the woods, more so out of shock than anything. In the middle of his mind’s spiral, John took the initiative and began moving his hips in an undulating motion into Javier’s.
“Sorry” John said, almost too gentle. He froze his movements as if he got scared he had hurt Javier. “Did I? Wasn’t that not what you–?”
“No.” Javier caught himself, almost fearful he was too harsh when he gasped. He looked at the young gunslinger that towered over him, his expression a mixture of embarrassment and fear. For some reason, Javier didn’t want John to feel guilty about something like this. As fucked up as this game was becoming, he didn’t want John to feel he did something wrong when in reality it was Javier that had gotten themselves into this situation. Granted, the last thing Javier wanted to do was admit he was wrong and regretted having allowed his teasing to get to this point. However; he couldn’t help but grow more curious to see how it would play out. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” He finally said. John nodded, relieved that he didn’t hurt Javier or cross a boundary of consent.
He took a deep breath and turned his face to look down at the ground. It was a vain attempt to hide himself as he lifted his hips again and slowly grind into Javier, trying to recreate the motions he had once done several times before with previous women. Javier couldn’t help but tense his muscles each time John meshed his hips into his own. Each time John rolled his hips into his own, the shock he initially felt was slowly replaced by another sensation that he was too embarrassed to define. His breathing began to quicken, his heart skipped each time they made contact and a familiar heat began to burrow and burn deep within the bowels of his stomach.
Javier continued to stare up at John while the other slowly meshed his hips into his own, his breathing hitched each time it made contact. It felt good. Too damn good. A voice screamed in the back of Javier’s mind, demanding that he should stop this at once. That this prank had gone on far enough. The two were brothers dammit! Outlaws who ate from the same pot, bathed in the same river and gunned down countless men in the same cold manner which immortalized their likeness to appear on countless bounty posters across the eastern coast.
He had never looked upon John in this light before. He was a disheveled, cold-blooded killer. When he didn’t have blood-lust in his eyes, he was an arrogant bored drunk. But despite ping-ponging between those two identities, John was always catching to look at without having to put any effort unlike that of Javier. Strong brows that framed grey eyes, delicate cheekbones that hovered over sharp lips which spoke sharper words through a graveling voice. His broad shoulders whittled down to a slim waist no matter how many times Hosea urged him to eat more. John was all limbs like that of a thoroughbred. Speed and violence pulsated underneath his raggedy clothes. And now Javier found himself on the receiving end of those muscles as they slowly grind into him.
He should have stopped it there once and for all. Throw John off of his lap. Get on his horse and ride back to camp and never speak of this moment again for as long as he lived. But instead, he found himself feeling his cock harden each time John brushed himself up against him. Half of him prayed that John wouldn’t feel his length harden under his pants while the other half was curiously wanting him to.
John didn’t dare lift up his face as he continued staring at the ground. Hard as he tried to focus on the unstimulating details around him, he was failing to quell the rising heat that was spreading beneath his hips each time he slowly bucked into Javier’s.
In order to keep himself from falling into the ever tempting pool of pleasure, he stared at the ground, the dirt, and counted the individual blades of sparse grass next to Javier’s hand. His hands. Javier had beautiful hands. He would watch them work the strings of the guitar late at night whenever he serenaded the gang around the camp fire. They were adorned with delicate scars from too many games of five finger fillet. How the tendons flexed underneath his skin as he pressed upon the strings. Much like what they were doing now as they tensed and contracted, his nails digging into the dirt each time he rolled his hips into his lap. John began to question how Javier was reacting. Was it out of disgust or was it–
“Hmmm.” John’s questions were answered after hearing Javier struggled in burying that moan. John froze once again from the sounds coming from Javier but unlike the first time, this clearly was a sound not of shock but pleasure. It was during the moment he realized the crossroads they both were at. He didn’t know whether he should sit up, jump back on his horse and forget about the whole situation or continue on, knowing that if they did, life as they know it would change completely and probably for the worse. But despite that threat hanging over their heads, John couldn’t find the strength to get up off of Javier’s lap. Knowing that he couldn’t muster the strength to sit up, that it even took strength to push through confirmed what he was fearful in admitting: that this felt good, this felt right.
“Why’d you stop?”
“What?” John’s mind was miles away just then. He still couldn’t look Javier in the eye in his position.
“Do you wanna…call it?” Worry hid behind Javier’s words. John searched what to answer back with. He was the worst at expressing himself. He usually left that job up to Dutch or Arthur in telling others what he was feeling. But for this situation, he didn’t want to imagine either one of them appearing from behind a tree and lecturing Javier on what John wanted. Hell - he could imagine Dutch ripping John from his seat by his hair if he stumbled upon the two just now.
“I didn’t save you from the rope for you to be sitting on top of a man’s lap like this!” Is what he would imagine Dutch would say as he threw his hand up in the air to hit him. Or what he thought he would say. Then again, Dutch has a knack for surprising John on his progressive views.
“Hey!” Javier barked.
“Sorry.” John shook his head, knocking the image of Dutch and his guilt out of his mind. “Look,” he began. “Call me whatever you want. But this , I don’t want to put you through this.”
“Put me through?” Javier cocked his head, not understanding what John was getting at.
“I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to do.”
“Force me? Cabrón I was the one that got us into this.”
“Yeah I know. And I’m telling you, we can stop.” He began to adjust himself to start sitting up. “Don’t want you to do anything that you’d regret.”
As he was about to lift himself off of Javier’s lap, John felt two determined hands clasp his hips and force him back down. For the first time since they sat on the forest floor, John looked at Javier straight on, speechless. Even Javier couldn’t find the words to justify what he had just done when he pulled John back onto his lap. He just stared up at John, his heart beating from underneath his chest, anxiously waiting for John’s reaction. He made his decision. Now it was John’s turn.
It felt like eternity as they both looked upon one another, truly taking the other man in. Considering what they were about to do and that going through it, they will never return back to what they once were. John’s expression was a mess of fear, anxiety but also hesitation. His breathing grew heavier as his will began to lean more towards the road he know will be paved with more problems for the both of them. But God help him, he didn’t have the strength to push himself off of Javier.
Fuck it.
John’s lips crashed into Javier’s and both young men moaned at the contact as they instantly began lapping up the taste of one another. Their kiss was like themselves: vicious, greedy and insatiable. Javier dug his nails deeper into John’s hips, urging him to continue grinding into himself. Harder. Faster. John wrapped one arm around Javier’s shoulders for more support as he started up grinding his hips into Javier’s only this time with more force. His other cupped the side of Javier’s face, feeling the slight stubble starting to run along his jawline. God it felt better than how it felt before, feeling John mesh himself into him. His cock was now full and twitching against his jeans, he wanted John to feel it - know it was there and that it was all because of him. John’s own length was fighting against its restraints and Javier could feel it probe against his stomach each time John rolled his hips so deliciously.
Javier wanted more. More contact. Desperately he began clawing at John’s neck, his collar bone and pulling his open shirt to descend further in hopes to show more skin. His mouth tore itself away from John’s and began licking the side of his jaw, then along the tendon along the side of his neck before tracing his delicate collar bone. John whined at the contact.
“Get this fucking off of me.” He hissed, prompting Javier to furiously unbutton his vest and shirt while John shoved off his coat. His clothes were off in seconds but it was still too long for Javier. When John’s chest was finally free from the confinements of all those layers, Javier’s eager mouth returned back to his skin, lapping up the salt and sweat that lingered. John arched his back at the contact, wrapping his arms around Javier to invite him to take more. He moaned as he felt Javier’s tongue dance its way down his chest and wrap itself around one nipple and the next before playfully biting it.
“ Shit ” John gasped at the contact.
“Don’t stop. Keep going.” Javier urged John to keep grinding on him as his strong hands cupped John’s pert ass.
John rested his forehead against Javier’s shoulder for a few pumps to regain his momentum before seeking out his lips again. He didn’t know what he loved feeling more, Javier’s nails digging into his ass or the feeling of his hardened cock underneath him. He began tugging at the red handkerchief that wrapped itself neatly around Javier’s neck. He whined in dismay as it was blocking the pathway of his lips.
“More.” He merely said and Javier knew exactly what John wanted. He couldn’t help but bite his lip in a mischievous smirk when he felt Javier’s strong hands grip his ass and lifted him up to place him on his back. They didn’t dare break the contact between their hips. Hell it was the whole reason they were doing all of this. Now on his back, John had the space to wrap one leg around Javier’s back, pulling him in and keeping him there.
Javier sat on his knees above John and tore his jacket off followed by his vest and shirt. If it wasn’t for the blood rushing to his cock, he would have had a fit for all the buttons he lost. Yet in this moment, the only thing he cared about was John laying before him, underneath him and feeling every crevice he could fit into.
Finally shirtless, Javier descended back into John to kiss him. This time it was his turn to show John what he could do with his hips. In undulating long motions, Javier rolled into John over and over again.
“Goddamit!” John realized Javier wasn’t kidding when he said he was uncontrollable. While John believed he performed more than well while sitting on Javier’s lap, Javier was in another class above him in terms of moving.
“You like that?” Javier smiled into their kiss as he playfully nipped at John’s lower lip.
“Shit,” John began in between kisses. “Compared to you, maybe I do suck?” Javier chuckled.
“Only thing I want you to suck is my tongue.” He began heaving the more he grinded into John, bending his knee up underneath John’s leg to gain more leverage.
“Fine.” John relented into a deep kiss as his hands caressed Javier’s back like that of a blind man, feeling every muscle move underneath his calloused hands as they concentrated on John.
A woman would never feel like this. Women were soft, supple and for the taking to John. For the first time in his life, he was underneath a man that wasn’t trying to kill him. The two scenarios had some similarities. The same pressure, weight and heat. But unlike the brawls he found himself in with other men on top of him, having Javier in the similar position evoked different feelings as it allowed him to catch details he never thought of. The broadness of the back of his shoulders. The deep curvature of his spine as it arched further into him each time Javier grinded his hips in a dance-like fashion. The feeling of biceps tense and relax in the same rhythm as Javier worked his hips. It was the details that caused John to realize his pants were beginning to grow a touch wet from the precum.
“Fuck, Javier .” John whined again. As much as Javier used to hate the sound of John’s whining, which happened a lot in camp, hearing him whine for him only brought him to the edge even more. At that point, he would do anything to keep John talking. “I’m so hard .”
Javier and John began to slow down to look at the obvious bulges in their pants. Desperation coursed along their veins as quickly as their blood. While the two were far from being the first two men getting naughty with one another, unfortunately for them, they had no idea what to do next. Now with women, they knew the next step but with men, both were innocent babes in that regard. What they knew only came from drunken stories and whispered rumors but none of those whispers actually educated them on how men did it. Or really how to properly do it for each to find it enjoyable.
“I know.” Javier sat up on his knees and began unbuckling John’s holster. Fear kicked into John as he sat up and tried to stop him.
“Wait, Javier.” Javier looked up at John. His face an expression of worry. Whatever he was imagining, John wasn’t ready for it.
“Hey hey hey.” Javier cupped John’s face with each of his hands as he whispered, bringing his forehead to John’s. Whether it was the soothing sound of his voice or his gentle touch, it calmed John. “I’m not gonna do anything you haven’t done before to yourself. Okay?” Javier waited for John to nod his head, allowing him to continue on only this time slower. Last thing he wanted to do was scare John again.
John’s hardened length sprung open when Javier released it from his pants. Javier couldn’t help but sigh at the sight.
“Ahh there you are.” He looked back at John and kept his eyes on him even as he licked the palm of his hand. It was then that John knew what Javier was gonna do and gladly succumbed to it as he laid himself back down on the grass, opening up his thighs even more for Javier to have all the room he needed.
Javier relished at the sight of John arching his back to the sky as he began stroking his cock slowly. He tried to catch whatever precum he could to further lubricate his hand as it glided up and down his length. John resumed rolling his hips again into Javier’s grasp as he sighed with each stroke. Javier, still working on John’s cock, crawled over him to continue kissing him, catching his moans with his mouth. Their deviant tongues dancing in midair slowly to mirror that of Javier’s motion on John’s cock.
John eventually broke the kiss and looked at Javier. He bit his bottom lip again, giving Javier that notorious smirk as he began unbuckling Javier’s own belt and holster. Javier smiled back at John.
“Slut.” Javier chuckled as he felt John’s hands at work to free his cock.
“You’re one to talk. Puta.”
“Who the hell taught you that word?” Javier and John couldn’t help but giggle like school girls as they stared into each other's eyes.
“You, obviously.”
“Oh yeah,” Javier felt John roll his pants over his ass before grasping his cock. ”Must have called you that once or twice before.”
“Asshole.” John chuckled as he held his hand up to Javier’s mouth, inviting him to lick it just as he had done once to his own. Similar to before, Javier licked the palm long and hard without taking his eyes off of John. He watched as John stifled a moan at the sight.
Just as Javier had done to John, John began pumping Javier’s cock in his hand slowly but firmly. Javier had been harder than John longer during their tryst so his cock had much to give in terms of precum, making John’s hand soaked in it as he slid it up and down.
Javier lowered himself a touch more so that as the two jerked each other off, they could feel their cocks touch one another.
“ Fuck ,” Javier moaned as he gave into bucking his hips into John’s hand. “You’re so good.”
“You believe me now?” John smiled as he pressed his lips against Javier’s.
“Yeah.” Javier playfully licked John’s lips. “You’re definitely not a virgin, you fucking whore .” Even John couldn’t help but laugh as he began bucking into Javier’s hand as well.
“And am I a good whore?” John asked.
“More than what I can afford.” John hissed as Javier began to speed up his pace. John responded by doing the same, both continuing to buck their hips in tandem to keep up the speed of their hands.
The familiar feeling of the blood rushing from John’s eyes and pooling its way down to his cock was growing. Both lost the focus of kissing one another as they began climaxing. Nestled into each other's neck, they began to breathe heavily into each other's skin.
“ Fuck ” Javier moaned. “John I don’t think I can–”
“Me too.” John answered. “I’m gonna - I’m gonna” John tightened his leg around Javier’s back as he continued pumping Javier’s cock while also furiously bucking his hips into Javier’s hand.
“Give it to me, John.” Javier’s tongue traced the edge of John’s ear, enticing him to come.
“You sure?”
“ Si. He sido tan paciente. ”
“Ahh Javier,” John arched his back even further into Javier. “I’m–” John couldn’t finish the sentence as he sighed deeply when his seed spilled into Javier’s hand. Javier followed with him as the sensation of making John cum was what brought him over the edge.
The two moaned long and hard as they melted into each other’s hands and stomachs. After they had no more left to spill, Javier shuddered and shook into John’s arms before collapsing on top of him.
They rocked their hips to empty out the last of their orgasm, sighing in the warm aftermath. Catching their breath, John finally opened his eyes and saw the sky had lost its golden hues and was slowly turning red, indicating nightfall was approaching. He opened his mouth in hopes to breathe in the oxygen that his orgasm had stolen from him.
“Shit.” He sighed as he stared into the canopy of the trees with his arms still wrapped around Javier.
“You can say that again, brother.” Javier was dead weight onto John and he didn’t care. His vision was starting to return after having lost it blinding white hot passion when he spilled onto John a moment ago.
The two remained still for a long time until they finally felt it was time to peel themselves apart.
John had a spare handkerchief stuffed in his back pocket and used it to wipe off Javier from his stomach before giving it to the other gunslinger to do the same.
Silently they began zipping up their pants and returning their clothes back to their rightful place on their bodies. There was a comfortable silence between the two with the only sounds emitting from them were long and relaxed sighs.
Fuck, I needed that. John thought to himself.
He put his hat back on and was the first to leave the clearing towards the horses. He heard Javier begin to giggle behind him. Slowly he turned around.
“What?”
“The back of your hair is full of grass.” Javier took a few pieces out as he passed him.
“Goddamit.” John took off his hat to run his fingers through his even more knotted hair in a vain attempt to shake the evidence of their roll in the grass.
By the time they got to their horses, Javier had to give himself a moment to muster up the strength to hop onto the saddle.
“Need help there?” John laughed even though he was struggling with the same.
“Ahhhh” Javier let out another sigh. “Give me a second.”
The pair rode back to camp in silence save the occasional sigh of relief as both felt drained and weightless at the same time. It was dark by the time they arrived back to camp. Dutch welcomed both boys saying how glad he was they had returned but noticed how tired they had both seemed.
“You two alright?” He asked with concern as he crossed his arms inspecting both young men with his eyes.
“Yeah,” John was the first to hop down. “Just exhausted.”
“Exhausted? Exhausted from what?” Dutch’s eyes furrowed as he watched John having much difficulty getting off his horse.
“It was a hot ride. Had to take the long way home. Bounty hunters.” John lied so easily to Dutch. Javier on the other hand just slumped in his saddle, not yet ready to move.
“Drinks are in the horses.” John motioned to the saddle bags. “I’m beat.” He didn’t give Dutch the time as he dragged his feet to his tent and collapsed on his makeshift bed.
“What the hell you boys get up to?” Javier could only shrug his shoulders. “I don’t know anymore but I’m about to do the same.”
Usually Dutch would protest and tell his men to suck it up but considering how sleepy Javier’s face was, he didn’t say anything as he watched him nearly collapse onto the ground.
“Javier, what happened to your vest? It's missing half its buttons.” Dutch was growing more worried. How vicious was their encounter with the bounty hunters.
“I’ll get the girls to look into it tomorrow.” Javier didn’t have the care or strength to look at Dutch as he walked over to the tree by his bedroll.
From the poker table, Bill had watched the whole event of the boys’ arrival back to camp. He caught onto their dazed expressions and sluggish movements as they crawled their way to their separate beds. He saw through the tent’s flap that John was face down into his bed, probably already asleep. Then he shot over to his left and watched Javier slide down the tree and tip over to his side when he crashed onto the ground.
Yep . Bill shook his head knowingly. That usually does it. Without saying a word, he returned back to his cards.
And it was at that moment, for the first time in the Van der Linde Gang History, Bill was the first and only person that will ever know something from the rest of the gang.