Couldn't roll me a seven if you gave me loaded dice

[assassinwithahairpin]

They arrived in Reno in the early evening, the sun glinting gold and red on the Sierra Nevadas to the west. The last time Billy had seen those mountains, he had been young, and it had been from the western side looking east. Not long after, his family and he had headed north to Oregon, then Washington, until he was sold into his indenture.

To consider the mountains from this angle was to consider his traveling companion. Goodnight had already gone in to get them a room at one of the various hotels while Billy saw the horses tended to in a stable near the common. It was better to house them there, Billy knew. Reno had a reputation for thieves, and he'd prefer they not encounter that with their horses.

He made his way back to the hotel, contemplating the makeup of the city. There were more blacks and asians here than in most places they'd stopped over the past months. Billy felt considerably less out of place.

When he reached the hotel, he found Goodnight sitting out on the front porch, contemplating the street. Billy did not walk up the steps yet. He considered Goodnight from that angle, the line of his jaw and the sweep of his hair around his ear. Billy had known he was in trouble about this for weeks, at least. He just didn't know what else to do. But these past few days, working their way toward Reno, he'd been feeling it more and more.

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[assassinwithahairpin]

They sprawled and tangled, and even when Goodnight pulled back to assess him, Billy couldn't feel a hint of shame. Trepidation, surely. But that was largely to do with the worry from the outside world, and not from this moment.

He arched toward Goodnight's exploratory touch, his knees fall apart invitingly as he sprawled.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"How far've you gone? With another man." Seemed only polite to figure out what they were working with between them. Billy certainly sucked cock like he'd done it before. His thumb swept over the head as he lifted his eyes back to Billy's face.

[assassinwithahairpin]

"You're not deflowering me," Billy assured, a sort of breathless sigh of laughter working out of his chest. He smoothed a hand over Goodnight's chest, cheeks taking on heat. "Do you have anything for it? Slick, oil...soap?"

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight couldn't help his startled laugh; he had no idea what he'd been expecting, but to hear Billy say it like that. His hand fell still and slid away as Goodnight leaned over the bed to find his pants. "Yeah, I've got this oil..." Something he'd used before, though it had been a good long while since he had occasion to look for it.

He made a soft, triumphant sound as a sat up, a small, corked bottle in hand.

[assassinwithahairpin]

While Goodnight rummaged, Billy admired him. The lines and sinew of him, the places where he had tan lines, freckles, scars. Goodnight was a constellation of life.

He was still looking when Goodnight turned back around. All he could do was smile softly at him.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight almost forgot what he was doing when he saw the look on Billy's face. He smiled back at him and left the bottle within easy reach; right now he was much more interested in kissing Billy again, like he might taste different if Goodnight kissed him after that smile.

He pressed him to the bed, wanting to feel closer. Goodnight fumbled for the bottle, breaking the kiss just long enough to see what he was doing as he got some on his palm, his fingers. He knew, possibly from experience, that this particular oil was not at all offensive if one had cause to ingest it. But for now he settled for stroking Billy's cock, slow but intent as he tried to learn just what he liked, what caused his breath to catch or his hips to move.

[assassinwithahairpin]

The truth of it was that Billy was relatively easy. He had not had many experiences with other men, and they'd rarely been overly mutual. Goodnight's hand was unfamiliar but not at all unpleasant, and Billy found himself being pulled apart swiftly.

He swore under his breath in Korean, a filthy string of half-breathed words as he tried to get more touch, more kisses, more of anything and everything.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight couldn't remember ever seeing Billy so lacking in composure; he wanted to enjoy it, but he wanted more. He let go of Billy so he could slick his fingers more. He leaned to kiss him, fierce and urgent; his fingers were gentle as he rubbed against Billy's hole .

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy swore in English then, though it was a quiet, soft thing. He felt all flushed and flustered. He'd definitely never fucked facing the man before, and the prospect of it was so unnervingly intimate that he had to close his eyes for a moment.

"It's alright," he murmured. "Please, I want it."

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"Can't I take my time?" he insisted, looking downright mischievous before pushing one finger in. "Been thinking of this longer than I should say, can't blame me for wanting to enjoy it." He kisses Billy again, consolatory, and started fucking him slowly just like that.

[assassinwithahairpin]

"Taking your time isn't the same as teasing," Billy insisted, a breathless noise of words. His eyes fluttered shut and he sank into the feeling of it, into Goodnight's kiss, into everything that this was.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"Isn't it? Now we're just arguing semantics," he murmured against Billy's mouth. Goodnight gently worked a second finger in. God he wanted this, had dreamt of it. And Billy was so damn beautiful.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy groaned, tilting his head back a moment. He grabbed at the back of Goodnight's neck, pulled him back into a kiss. "You talk too much."

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"Weren't you just complaining 'bout me being quiet?" He pressed into another kiss, a bit more insistent with the thrust of his fingers now. When he felt Billy rock to meet him he added a third, carefully stretching him. He ached; talking was the only thing slowing him down, it felt like.

Maybe they'd had just about enough of that.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Goodnight sped up his intention, bit by bit, and Billy had to close his eyes, awash with overwhelmed sensation as he squirmed and fucked himself onto Goodnight's fingers. He wasn't going to be able to stand this much longer.

He wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing, trying to stave off his orgasm. "Goody," he murmured, a needful sigh.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight froze for a moment, hearing Billy say that. "Oh cher," he breathed, catching him in another kiss. He slid his fingers free and used more of the oil on himself. Euphoria played across his face as he pushed in; he kept his eyes on Billy, not wanting to miss a moment.

He slid his hand to Billy's thigh, holding it against his hip as he pressed up against him.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Bily breathed out, long and slow as Goodnight pushed into him. There was a moment of tension, resistance, before his body relaxed. His brows were all drawn up in gentle, overwhelming pleasure. He shifted his legs gently, his breath stuttering at the touch of Goodnight's hand on his thigh.

He felt, for a moment, very young and very worldly all at once. He lifted his hands and sank his fingers into Goodnight's hair.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight leaned down and touched their foreheads together. He tipped his head for a kiss as he moved, slow and deep. His hand slid up along Billy's side to cradle his face. He whispered his name, breathless as he moved. Sweet nothings, not all of them in English, fell from his mouth. Apparently even in bliss he couldn't stop talking.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy found himself smiling a little, a teasing look. He covered Goodnight's hand when it came to his cheek, and he finally closed his eyes a moment. This slow, adoring embrace washed through him, a filthy, sinning promise that Billy would gladly receive as many times as Goodnight felt he could share it.

He still kissed him, just for the moments of quiet, to swallow up the words Goodnight said.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Billy's aim was not subtle and Goodnight smiled against his mouth, content to be silenced if this was the manner chosen to enforce it. His hand left Billy's cheek to drift down between them. He stroked Billy's cock, trying to match the rhythm of their hips. As the kiss broke he said only one thing: "Let me feel you, cher. Let me see you."

[assassinwithahairpin]

Heat flushed through Billy, working its way rapidly up his body to his face. He tipped his head back, a gust of a sigh breaking out of him. He rolled his hips, urgent for a moment. Billy didn't want to rush Goodnight. This was good, the weight and friction of Goodnight's hand a wonderful thing.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"Don't hold back on my account." Another kiss, tongue sweeping in for a taste of him. Urgency built in him, the culmination of months of fantasy and days of desperate contemplation, of replaying that night again and again - all of it. Heat sank through him, coiling. He wanted this consummation, like a promise. No more hiding, no more uncertainty, and no more waiting.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy swore, arching his back. They were losing that slow sweetness, building toward something even more physical, the sounds of their bodies meeting starting to fill up the room. Billy flushed from that, the noise of their coupling. It was that, as much as Goodnight's encouraging, soft, gravely voice that tipped him over the edge. He lifted a hand and covered his mouth, a noise slipping out of him that was needy and loud as he came.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight watched every second of it, watched Billy fall apart beneath him. His hand left Billy's cock to gently pry Billy's hand away from his mouth. He pinned it to the bed, laced their fingers together; he wanted to hear him. He couldn't hold out long after that and Goodnight moaned as the rhythm of his hips stuttered as he came. The relief was sharp, sudden, perfect.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy let out a whimpering sort of cry, a startlement of having his mouth uncovered. He tried to smother it down, tried to smother down all the noises. People might hear, they might come knocking, and Billy wouldn't be the cause of some hurt to Goodnight.

The feeling of him coming, the stutter of hips and the distinctive twitch and that fullness, pulled another little noise out of Billy. He bit his lip around it, cheeks all flushed.