All of me, you take now, like criminals and shakedowns

[assassinwithahairpin]

It had been a hard past few days, far from anywhere. They were in Colorado now, some mining town that made it a little easier for Billy to blend in because of the number of Chinese workers for the mine and the railroad. They'd decided to stay for a few days, long enough for the horses to get a good rest, and to have a bed under them for longer than a moment.

Their room at the hotel was relatively large. There was a tub--they'd both used it--and a balcony. They'd smoked. Billy had gotten them marijuana and opium this time, to roll with his tobacco, carefully marking the cigarettes with which was which. Tonight, it had been opium, and Billy felt a lovely, warm haze in him; half the smoke, half the gin they'd been drinking since dinner.

He was laying on the bed, watching Goodnight, when it struck him. For all the world, he didn't know why it had taken him quite so long. But looking at Goodnight, out of his jacket and waistcoat and with his sleeves turned up to show strong forearms, Billy was suddenly keenly aware that he could spend the rest of his life with this man.

He smiled softly at the thought.

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[goodnight_robicheaux]

"Oh now I need to be quiet because I'm right." Goodnight grinned and lightly bumped their foreheads together as Billy's hands wandered. "But you'll let me ramble on and on if I'm not saying anything."

[assassinwithahairpin]

"Yes," Billy said, nodding a little bit but not wanting to dislodge Goodnight's forehead from his, "because I don't listen to you when you ramble about nothing."

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"You little shit," he laughed and shoved Billy onto the bed. Goodnight followed after him, climbing onto the bed to catch Billy in an almost apologetic kiss. "Not a word of it, huh?"

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy laughed and tumbled back easily. When Goodnight came after him, he pulled his shirt out of his slacks, slowly starting to unbutton it. "Not a word of it," he said, but the smile said he was lying. Goodnight's voice was so often a balm, a consistency that Billy could rely on. He'd listen to him speak himself hoarse, and pick up the slack.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"Good thing you're not much of a talker," he teased, grinning against Billy's skin as he trailed kisses down his neck. "I couldn't handle the competition." He tugged Billy's shirt up, pushed his hands beneath it to feel his skin, all the familiar lines. God he loved him

[assassinwithahairpin]

"You talk enough for the both of us, that's for sure," Billy said, laughing. He hummed, vaguely, tilting his head back to expose his throat while he kept going with Goodnight's buttons. It was easy to arch toward Goodnight's touch, to slot himself against one of Goodnight's thighs and rub just a little.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

"So hurtful, Billy Rocks." There was a smile in Goodnight's voice.

One hand smoothed down Billy's side to his thigh, holding him as Billy rocked up against him, encouraging. God yes. He rutted against him, bit along Billy's neck. He left little red marks, most of which would fade or stay hidden by clothes.

[assassinwithahairpin]

They pressed up against each other, rocked and rutted despite still wearing most of their clothing. Billy sighed and arched his neck, exposing himself to those little bites as he plunged his fingers into Goodnight's hair an held onto him. Everything felt alive under his skin, in the best kind of way.

"Goody," he breathed.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight was not about to let something like being dressed keep him from enjoying Billy. "I'm right here," he murmured, pushing Billy's shirt higher. Alright, maybe that needed to come off. He focused on getting buttons undone, despite his urge to rip it open.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy laughed a little at Goodnight's muted urgency. It felt good to be wanted so much. Even with their confessions, professions, breathed out between them, Billy marveled at that, at being wanted, not for the novelty of his existence, but because Goodnight had come to know him and had decided he was worth this.

He kissed him, especially his earlobe and the hook of his jaw, and was thoroughly unhelpful in getting either of them undressed.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Every touch of Billy's lips was a distraction and Goodnight fumbled more than once with buttons. When they were finally undone he pushed Billy's shirt open, fingers spread to touch as much of him as he could as his hands slid up Billy's sides. Goodnight still marveled that this man stayed with him, broken as he was. Billy stayed, loved him, wanted him, despite everything. Goodnight lifted his head just enough to catch Billy in a full kiss, stopping his teasing at least for a moment.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy's mouth was curved into a contented smile, and it stayed firmly in place as Goodnight came close and kissed him. He shuffled up the bed, just a little, drew Goodnight close to him, and then stripped off his shirt entirely and started in on Goodnight's.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight offered no help, far too interested in sucking a bruise onto Billy's neck. It was low enough that his shirt would cover it, but he wanted to leave a little mark. He'd been here; they had been together. Once his shirt was open he had the decency to shrug out of it, helping that much.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy's fingers fumbled, and he stuttered out a breath, tipping his head back to bare his neck more to that bruising. It lanced heat through him, direct and intense, and Billy's next breath was a quiet, disastrous moan.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight loved that sound, loved being the cause of it. "How're we doin' this, cher?" he breathed against Billy's neck. His hips didn't stop moving, trying to meet every roll of Billy's; it felt good, he could probably finish just like this but they had a bed and he felt compelled to offer, to ask.

[assassinwithahairpin]

They were rutting against each other, something Billy was all too familiar with, or had been when he was younger and more foolish and less in love. Still, it was nice. Very nice. He could feel all the lines and planes of Goodnight's body where it pressed against him, the definite weight and heat of his body.

Billy sighed and lifted Goodnight's chin to kiss him. "Want you inside," he whispered against his mouth. Then he smirked a little. The insistence of Goodnight's hips was a thing to be reckoned with. "If you can manage it before you go off."

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight laughed and pushed at Billy's head after that little comment. "Don't be rude." He pulled back enough to start working Billy's pants open. "Need you a bit more undressed then, don't we?" Everything feels like a warm haze but he swears he feels a little bit of lightning strike through him every time their eyes meet.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy smiled blithely. He was fully capable of rudeness when it was needed, and often times when it was not. It was better to hide it, though, under that quiet, only letting it slip out on occasion. Otherwise, Goodnight might be able to anticipate it.

He smiled, lifting his hips in accommodation of Goodnight getting his pants open. He squirmed and pushed his pants, his underwear, down his long legs, and laughed to sprawl there only half out of his shirt.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight thought Billy looked rather good all-but-naked. In fact, he made absolutely no effort to rid Billy of his open shirt, instead focused on getting his own off, followed by his trousers and shorts. He leaned over Billy and pulled him into another kiss once his clothes were in a pile on the floor. He'd sort them out later. Or tomorrow.

[assassinwithahairpin]

Billy smiled, watching as Goodnight stripped down, making no effort to help again. He laid there, stroking himself lazily as he watched him, looked him over from head to toe and back with dark, half-lidded eyes.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

He smoothed his hand up Billy's stomach, just looking at him; he looked so good like this, relaxed and aroused all at the same time. Then he realized their slick was still in his damn saddlebag and he groaned. They were gonna need that. Goodnight took a kiss before he pulled away to get it. He found one of the smaller bottles and climbed back onto the bed. He grinned and smacked Billy's thigh.

"Ain't gonna fuck you layin' across the narrow part," he insisted. "That's how we end up on the floor."

[assassinwithahairpin]

The smack startled Billy a little, but not in a bad way. He shifted, swiftly, until he was laid out the longway on the bed, still all sprawled. A flush had leaked over his cheeks and he sighed, softly, as the bite of the slap eased to nothing at all.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight smoothed his hand over Billy's thigh as he eased between his legs. He slicked his fingers and rubbed Billy's hole, teasing because he could. "You look so damn good, cher. You know that?"

[assassinwithahairpin]

"I could use a bit more telling," Billy murmured. He didn't think of himself as being specifically good looking, though he supposed he wasn't put together poorly at all. Goodnight was hardly, either. He reached up and pulled Goodnight down, kissing him with fleeting, brushing lips.

[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight hovered over him, delighted by every light touch of Billy's lips. "I love lookin' at you," he cooed as he slid a finger into Billy, slow and easy. "Knowing every inch of you." He kissed him again, deeper this time.