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Even at night, Rose Creek was a city of desert heats this time of year. Billy had shucked his jacket in the room of the boarding house and excused himself from Faraday and Vasquez's increasing revelries in favor of a cigarette. Though the heat still lingered in the clapboards and railings, the night had a breeze that carried mining smells in from the east.

Billy leaned his elbows on the railing of the balcony, cigarette pinched between his fingers, and considered. This was not his sort of a play, if he were perfectly honest. He was here because he was Robichaeux's man, because he needed him; and Robichaeux was here because of--a debt? A promise? An inescapable and inexplicable need to right his past? And what about the others? Money, connection, promises. He and Red Harvest seemed the odd outliers which Billy could not explain.

A door opened to his left, but he didn't react to it. He knew who it was. He brought the cigarette to his lips and looked up at the moon, wan on the horizon, providing no real light to the evening.

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[goodnight_robicheaux]

Goodnight made sure Billy stayed propped up some - it'd be easier to kiss him that way, and that was not something he was willing to give up tonight. Somehow he stayed still, despite Billy's teasing, until he felt his cock. Goody sank down, knees sliding further apart on the bed until their bodies met.

Hearing Billy's voice like that made everything else fade away. He started moving his hips as soon as he felt comfortable. "I'm here," he murmured. "You got me."

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The moment of sinking into Goodnight was rapturous. Billy held himself still for a moment, waiting until Goodnight started to move. And when he did, Billy didn't let himself hold back. He went for depth more than speed, fucking up into Goody with a desperation that trembled in his legs.

The bed creaked beneath them. Billy didn't care. He crooked a leg and used his foot on the mattress to get a bit of leverage. "I've got you," he whispered back, and kissed Goody's mouth, hungry and deep and positively adoring.

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He tightened his grip on the headboard, his other hand holding the back of Billy's head as they kissed. "You-- oh." Goodnight lost his words, caught up in the feeling Billy gave him. He matched his rhythm, wanting him deep every time.

Goodnight's mouth slid from Billy's, kissing down his jaw, his neck. He found a place on his shoulder to leave a bruise - nothing that would show, but something that would linger.

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Billy smiled, impressed that Goodnight had gone so quickly wordless. Normally, it took a little while. Normally, Billy had to tell him to keep quiet. He was the same way, with Goodnight inside him.

He groaned at the way Goody kissed down his jaw and neck, hissing in a breath at the bite. His hips leapt up in response, jostling Goody on his lap.

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They hadn't had space or time to be intimate in days and Goodnight had missed it more than he realized. He groaned at the jump of Billy's hips. Goodnight pushed up, trying to get a better angle. He wanted to feel Billy deep every time. His hand slid from the headrest to grip Billy's shoulder instead, bracing against him for support.

"Oh don't stop," he sighed, as if he were concerned Billy actually would at this point.

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When Goody lifted, Billy followed. He put his hands on Goody's hips and guided him, took the weight of his hand bracing on his shoulder and rocked into him. He adored Goody over him like this, but it wasn't an ideal position.

They could adjust, could move, take another position. But Billy wanted to be able to kiss him, and he couldn't so many other ways.

He kept moving. "Come on," he murmured, soft, encouraging. He gripped Goody's hips tight and dragged him down to meet each thrust.

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"Just--" His voice cut off as their position changed just so. Goodnight tightened his grip on Billy's shoulder and arched his back for a moment, hips stuttering in their movement. "Oh right there, Billy. Like this."

It wasn't as perfect as they could get it but it was good, and if he could just stay like this every stroke of Billy's cock touched the right place. "Fuck, darlin." Goodnight didn't often cuss, but Billy could drive him to it.

He pulled Billy into another kiss, slick and urgent as his body tightened, as he came. He couldn't deny Billy anything.

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Watching the rapture on Goodnight's face was worth everything else--the strain in his thigh and the ache in his hips and how desperate he felt. Goody came between them and Billy groaned softly. He had a bit left in him, but not much. It wouldn't take long now.

He kissed Goodnight back, slow but desperate, his teeth scraping his lower lip. He sucked gently, and sighed. He was not far behind Goody, not when he was tight and shivering.

He fucked him through his own orgasm, groaning softly. "Oh, Goody," he breathed against his mouth, clutching him close.

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Goodnight chased the taste of Billy's mouth, seeking more. He kept moving, not wanting to deny Billy his own satisfaction. He made a quiet, content sound when he felt Billy come, heard his name on his breath. He slowed, finally stopped as they both tried to catch their breaths.

It was no hardship to stay close, holding Billy as tight as he dared in that moment, but not with the same sort of desperation he'd felt a moment ago. He stroked back Billy's hair, kissed him sweetly. "There now," he murmured, voice still breathy. "I think that made up for some lost time."

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When their bodies eventually stilled, Billy continued to hold Goodnight close. He breathed slowly. They were messes, the both of them. Goody's voice was thick and heavy like the best kind of woolen blanket, a comfort on a cool night.

He kissed Goodnight back, slow and content. He didn't want to move.

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Goodnight lingered, plucking sweet kisses from Billy's mouth. Eventually he had to move, not wanting to risk either of them getting stiff and uncomfortable. He moved reluctantly, easing out of Billy's lap in favor of settling next to him, sunk down against the pillows propped against the headboard.

"Well now we're in need of a bath," he lamented, though there was a smile hiding in his complaint.

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"I don't know if they have one large enough for the both of us," Billy said, a smile hiding in his voice as well. He slipped his hand gently against Goodnight's, twined their fingers together as they sat there, side by side, taking up too much space on the too narrow bed.

"Could jump in the river."

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"Mm, there was that pond out there as well, but this is neither the time nor the place to make a bareass run for it." When they were alone together, out in the wilderness it was no thing at all to rush from their tent to a nearby river or pond or lake. But here? Goodnight was not keen on it at all. "You want to get dressed long enough to get there?"

He laced his fingers with Billy's, content to maintain that entwined touch. He lifted their joined hands to kiss Billy's knuckles. He could still smell gunpowder on them and he frowned.

"Why'd you tell Faraday the rifle was jammed?" he asked softly.

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"I do not want to put any of my clothes back on, thank you," Billy said, rather cheerily considering he was letting his eyes slide blissfully shut. He made no sound when Goodnight laced their fingers together, sighed only softly when he lifted their hands and kissed his knuckles.

He was quiet for a moment. They had, all three of them, been looking at the gun when he'd said it. But his voice had brooked no argument, and Billy didn't expect one from Faraday.

"For your pride," he murmured. It was a thin excuse for what he'd done. He tilted their hands away from Goody's mouth and kissed his knuckles in turn.

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A pained look crossed his face and his fingers briefly tightened around Billy's at the touch of his lips. "You didn't have to do that," he said quietly. And he was ashamed, deeply so, that Billy felt the need to make excuses for his hesitation... his cowardice. The shot had been good, easy.

Not once in the entire shoot out had he been able to pull the trigger.

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"Of course I did," Billy said. He looked at Goodnight then, and the words were all unspoken. Billy would lie and bluster for Goodnight, would protect the shreds and shards of his dignity with his life, because that was who they'd become. How many nights had Goodnight woken with nightmares and had Billy there to sooth him? How many times had it been in reverse? Too many, for both of them.

"And, anyway," Billy continued, shrugging, "it's none of Faraday's business."

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"It's gonna become his business," he said, maybe a tone harsher than he needed to be. "Because if I can't-- if we're working this thing together, all of us, and I can't--"

Goodnight couldn't get the words out. Someone could have died because of him. There had been enough of them today that it worked out, others making up for his slack. But Bogue wasn't going to send a dozen men next time; he'd come with a small army.

He tried not to let himself get too agitated.

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"You can," Billy assured, speaking over Goody's worry and doubts. He squeezed Goody's hand and looked at him, firm and assured. "I know you can. We will work this thing together. But that doesn't mean it's Faraday's business."

Billy was firm on that front. He didn't like how Faraday looked at the two of them, didn't like Faraday's glib tongue and judgmental eyes. He was only a few years younger than Billy, but he acted like a boy in comparison. And it was none of his business, Goodnight's afflictions. Those were Goodnight's, and by extension Billy's.

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Goodnight had managed to get by without violence for an impressively long time, considering. He rested on his reputation, and later on Billy's ability to scare the shit out of most challengers.

But he didn't think it would be an option now. He feared, inevitably, he would need to raise his hands in violence again. He met Billy's gaze, seeing reflected in them a confidence he longed for. He wondered if Sam knew, if he realized. He had to.

He tried to take a deeper breath and let it go slowly, but it came out in a huff. "Let's hope he finds other interests to occupy his time." But Goody knew disdain when he saw it.

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Billy leaned over as Goodnight continued to huff and vibrate with his agitation. He kissed his lips, his chin, across his jaw and down his neck. If he could not make Goody believe that he could do this, than he would carry him through it. He knew what Goody was capable of, was confident in him. It filled in his chest.

He hummed, vaguely. Billy was sure that Faraday would certainly try and find plenty to occupy his interests. Drinking, maybe a couple of women. Vasquez and he kept glancing at each other so heatedly that Billy wanted to laugh at them both.

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Goodnight tried to relax, especially when Billy leaned over, lip brushing along his skin. He turned his head toward him, kissed his forehead, his hair. "Mon cher," he murmured. "I'll be to rights in the morning."

Or he damn well hoped so.