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]

Billy sighed out a long breath, like he'd been smoking. He put his free hand to Goodnight's shoulder, pushing him back gently until he was lounged a bit more. He moved with a deftness, a certainty, that spoke of some practice in this. It was easy to sink down over Goodnight's lap, to draw his shirt up and his pants down. To lean all the way in and put his mouth against Goodnight's cock like he'd been thinking of doing for weeks.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight was half hard before Billy moved, his body eager to realize the fantasy he'd been living with for months. His breath caught and a soft moan escaped at the touch of Billy's mouth. He couldn't remember ever getting so hard so fast in his adult life. Goodnight's hand pushed into Billy's dark hair, soft and clean from his bath; he didn't try to stop him, just wanted to touch him. Maybe encourage him.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy hid a smile against the press of Goodnight's cock, the thickening weight of it brushing against his lips and cheek. He stroked him, slowly, and then pulled back just enough to lick the head. He wanted to watch Goodnight while he did this--but that hadn't gone well, in his previous experiences.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight dropped his head back, not even caring about the thud it made against the headboard, as he rubbed across Billy's cheek. His fingers tightened and he couldn't help the slight lift of his hips toward the wet heat of Billy's mouth. He wanted to see his face, his eyes, but he didn't want to break the moment, didn't want to break some unspoken rule that would end this. Instead he smoothed his free hand over Billy's shoulder and back, feeling the warmth of him through his shirt.

[assassinwithahairpin]

The shift of Goodnight's body was an easy, quick encouragement. Billy bobbed his head, a lingering touch, slow and intent despite wanting to hurry. His mouth was already wet, a shameful need for this working through him, heat chasing after every touch that Goodnight slid over his skin and his shirt.

He bobbed his head and sank his mouth down, making a soft noise of want and contentment.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

The sound escaping Billy made his cock throb. Or maybe it had something to do with the way his tongue moved as his mouth slid down. Goodnight's fingers curled, bunching Billy's shirt. He slouched more but only to get better leverage to push up, to gently meet every bob of Billy's head when he sank down. He tried to stifle his moans; couldn't quite. How many times had he thought of this? Dreamt of it when they slept in separate beds?

[assassinwithahairpin]

Goodnight shifted, lifted to meet him, and Billy adjusted a little. As with all things, so with this, they fell into each others strides easily. Billy felt impossibly hard behind the protective cotton of his own under garments. His hips shifted against the bed, just a little. Then, he had to lift his hips up off the bed, tuck his knees beneath himself, so that he didn't end up thrusting against the mattress like some overworked teenager.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

His leg slid, bending for more stability as they found a pace, a rhythm. Billy moved next to him and Goodnight's hand slid over the curve of his ass. He moved his touch somewhere safer - nowhere actually felt safe - and ended up gripping Billy's shoulder. He murmured something in breathless French and managed to translate himself: "Don't stop," he pleaded.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy had no intention of stopping until Goodnight came. He gripped Goodnight's thigh, swallowed and hummed around him, as Goodnight's hands roamed and his body shifted with need. He popped off, just for a moment, to slide his mouth in a lewd track across the vein on Goodnight's cock, down to his balls. He looked up at Goodnight, briefly, aware of the filthy image he must make.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight almost lost it when Billy looked up at him. His mouth was wet and soft and looked like he's been thoroughly kisses but it was from sucking his cock, not bashful, hurried kissing. Heat sank through him and let go of Billy's hair to brush his thumb just beneath his bottom lip. This was dangerous. Goodnight's breath caught and he stroked his hand back into Billy's hair, making sure it wouldn't block his face. Seeing him, and the lingering touch on his cock as he subtly rocked into the circle of Billy's fingers, proved too much. Goodnight cursed, startled and gasping as he came. Just looking at him.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy inhaled, a little startled at the streak of come that hit him. He moved back up swiftly, closing his mouth over the head, sucking down instantly. The taste of him flooded Billy's mouth, and he moaned, hips shifting needfully. This was Goodnight. This was it, this was him, the overwhelming taste and feel.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Billy's rush back onto his cock earned a louder, more urgent moan. Goodnight lifted his hips, pushing as deep as Billy allowed before he was spent and sinking back to the bed. His grip went slack as he tried to catch his breath, fingers rubbing tenderly against Billy's scalp, down his neck.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy took everything Goodnight gave. He lingered a moment, until Goodnight began to soften in his mouth, and then he eased back. He didn't make any conscious effort to dislodge Goodnight's touch. He was so hard he couldn't think straight.

Gently, he righted Goodnight's clothes. There was no evidence of what they'd just done, like that, except for the streak still on his cheek. But that was Billy's problem to deal with, and not Goodnight's.

He eased away from the touch, too warm, too tempting, to be anything but consolation.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight sat up a bit as Billy pulled away from him, suddenly uncertain again. "Hey," he murmured as he touched Billy's shoulder. He didn't want to drag him close again, that seemed too forceful in a situation that felt abruptly delicate.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy gave Goodnight a tenuous smile, almost shy. He felt like a starved man suddenly, hungry for so long that the very act of eating made him nervous and weak. Regret crept through him--not for having done it, but for being so weak about it.

He touched Goodnight's wrist gently.

"We should get some rest," he whispered, voice thick from everything. "It was a long day."

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight looked at a loss. He wanted, badly, to put his hands in Billy, to taste and explore every inch of him but... that didn't seem to be on the table. He didn't understand why. He stroked his thumb over Billy's shoulder before he let his hand fall away.

"Yeah... alright."

He looked a moment longer, holding his breath to see if Billy might change his mind. But the moment never came. Goodnight turned away to put out his lamp.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy breathed out, a slow, almost grateful sigh. This was the test of everything they'd build, maybe. This had been something dangerous, something terrifying, to offer up to Goodnight. He hadn't thought he'd do it quite like that, but it was done now.

He put out his lamp as well and laid on his side with his back to Goodnight, so they'd both have space on the bed. Sleep did not come.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight didn't sleep so much as he drifted in and out, and every time he woke it was because he realized, all over again, that Billy was laying next to him. A hundred times through the night he wanted to wake him, touch him, something. But there seemed to be some line and he had no idea what would cross it. And he didn't want to risk losing him.

When the sun finally made it high enough to stream in through the window, Goodnight got up. He needed coffee, breakfast. Pants. As he got dressed he looked over at the bed to see if Billy was awake.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy was sleeping still, hair fanned around him on the pillow. It had taken him an age to fall asleep, but once he'd gotten there, he'd been out like a light. Now, with sunlight threatening him, he was rousing slowly toward wakefulness.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight felt flustered just seeing him his way, as if somehow, suddenly, it was too intimate to even watch him sleep. With the way the sun came in the window, Billy's hair was a beautiful, warm brown.

Stop that. He had no idea if it was even his right to think of him like that, even now. He finished dressing himself, almost like putting on armor for the day. He sat on the edge of the bed to get his boots on.

"Want me to bring breakfast up?" he offered, soft in case Billy wasn't as conscious as he thought he was.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy inhaled slowly, a rousing sound. His knee bumped, gently and briefly, against Goodnight's back, then he stretched a bit.

"Please," he said. His voice was still sleep rough. "Coffee. Fruit, if they've got it."

[goodnight_robicheaux]

The touch was reassuring and confusing in the same breath. Where the hell were they both standing? Goodnight hesitated, but reached back to briefly touch Billy's knee before he got up. "I'll round up what they've got," he promised.

Goodnight was a bit more guarded than usual on his way downstairs, worried that, somehow, everyone knew what had happened last night. He knew how dangerous it was for them both, especially Billy. But, it seemed, the world had taken no notice. He charmed a young lady into putting together a tray for him.

He came back up with two mugs of coffee, a few fresh pastries, and a bowl of fruit. "Aren't you in luck that we aren't in podunk anymore."

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy had dressed while Goodnight was downstairs. His hair was still down as he watched his face at the sink, the water brisk and refreshing. He looked at himself in the mirror next to the dry sink, considering. They'd been out from towns long enough that he had a bit of facial hair coming in, but it was patchy at best.

He smiled briefly as Goodnight came in with the tray. He picked up one of the coffees. "Fruit and the coffee doesn't taste like dirt."

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"And in San Francisco you'll actually have variety." Though to be fair, the bowl they'd sent up wasn't a bad mix. Goodnight settled in the lone chair in the room with his coffee. "Also you mind your tongue about our coffee. It has served us well between stretches of civilization."

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy laughed softly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. Their coffee wasn't awful, it was true. But it wasn't the best, either, and Billy was just glad it gave him any sort of boost in the morning.

He settled on the bed since Goodnight had taken the chair, munching on fruit that was succulent enough he occasionally had to lick his fingers clean.

"Straight to San Francisco?" he asked, "Or are we heading to Sacramento, too?"