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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[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight rose slowly too his feet, hands sliding to cradle his face. His thumbs stroked across Billy's cheeks and he guided him into a kiss, slow and sweet and hopeful. It had been far too long since he kissed anyone like he meant it; longer since he wanted to.

"Let me stay with you tonight."

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy couldn't remember his last kiss. It had been years ago, a girl in the house who worked in the kitchens, who'd been younger than him by about a year. He'd cried, because he had known exactly why he didn't want to kiss her back.

And he knew exactly why he wanted to kiss Goodnight back, slow and heady, overwhelming.

He snuck the half step back to the bed and then tugged Goodnight against him, so that when he shifted, them tumbled back onto the bed.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight caught himself against the bed, hand flying out to brace his weight so he wouldn't completely land on Billy. But he kept after the kiss and now that he could feel Billy pressed against him, now that he had this blistering permission the kiss shifted from hopeful to needy. A thing too long denied now given sharp relief.

Goodnight pushed himself up to unbutton his waistcoat and shirt - why hadn't he thought to wear fewer layers?

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy joined in helping to undress Goodnight. It was something he'd watched a handful of time, and he'd thought about this exact act, stripping Goodnight Robicheaux out of the armor of his clothes. Now, it did not have to be a thought. Even if, in the stark light of morning, Goodnight changed his mind about all this, at least there would be this.

He chased after Goodnight incessantly for kisses, every kind of kiss he could possibly get, like a starved man.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"I'm here," he murmured between kisses. Goodnight shrugged out of his waistcoat and shirt in one gesture, for one letting them lie where they fell. He caught Billy in another kiss, slick and promising this time. He lingered, chasing after a taste that was personal and perfect.

Goodnight broke the kiss only to sit on the edge of the bed so he could get his boots off.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Goodnight sat up and Billy followed, tugging his undershirt free of his slacks, and then reaching down to open Goodnight's belt and the fly of his slacks. He paused there, a cautious moment before they crossed this line again.

He hooked his chin over Goodnight's shoulder, hands on his hips. "Are you going to be silent for four days this time? I don't know if I have that much to talk about."

[goodnight_robicheaux]

He tipped his head to kiss Billy, reaching back to hold his head. "If I'd known you'd be so desperate to fill the silence I might've tried it sooner," he teased. Goodnight twisted more so he could face Billy.

"No silence this time," he promised. "You gonna let me help you finish this time instead of just rolling away?"

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy gave Goodnight a pinch for teasing, but his smile was shyly in place. He traced his fingers against the line of Goodnight's jaw, marveling that he could.

"Wasn't sure you'd want to," he confessed. "Lots of men don't."

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"How could I not want to?" He breathed, looking at Billy with utter wonder. Goodnight surged into another kiss like he meant to prove his desire. He tangled his fingers in Billy's hair, anchoring him.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy had a list of reasons. None of them mattered with Goodnight kissing him like that. None of them mattered with the weight of his body right there against him, as Billy leaned back in the bed again.

They were both wearing too many clothes still.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight seed to have the exact same thought because he set to removing the rest of the clothes between them in earnest. He punctuated each lost garment with a kiss and his hands took eager advantage, wanting to memorize every inch of newly exposed skin.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy helped, pulling and tugging at their clothes, adjusting them on the bed so they were properly lengthwise instead of crosswise. Each kiss was as exploratory as it was needy. And then, shortly, they were pressed skin to skin. Billy was already hard.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

He pushed back just to take in the sight of him. Billy looked perfect laid out like he was and for a moment Goodnight could only smile. But as he looked heat sank down through him, reminding him how urgently he'd wanted this for days.

He kissed Billy's mouth, caught his lip in a gentle bite before he trailed kisses down his neck, across his torso. Goodnight seemed intent on mapping him out with his mouth, hands acting as eager scouts tracing ahead. His fingers curled around Billy's cock, stroking slowly.

[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.