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Raising a house weren’t no easy job and doing it in the heat of July made the work even harder. Mobius joined the other men at the Anderson property before the sun had fully come over the horizon and they’d worked for hours—until it was blazin’ overhead—before calling an end to the day. One by one they dumped buckets of water over their heads, but even with that brief bit of relief, Mobius felt drained to the core. He went back to his house to rest and hoped no one would need him for a few hours.
The heat made it so he couldn’t completely fall asleep, even stripped down to his drawers. He dozed instead, facedown on the bed, drifting in and out of consciousness, which was why he thought the voice was a dream at first.
“Looks like someone wore you out, Sheriff.”
There were fingers on his bare back a moment later, trailing down to his waistband. Mobius tried pulling his thoughts together, even as his body fought to stay asleep.
“’S’hot,” he mumbled into his pillow.
“Too hot for a little fun?” Loki purred above him, sparking a different kind of warmth in Mobius’ body.
That light touch became hands braced on his back as Loki climbed onto the bed to straddle Mobius’ thighs. He felt calloused fingers glide up his back and then thumbs were digging into the meat of his shoulders. Mobius barely heard Loki’s chuckle over his own groan.
“Remind you of anything?”
“’Course it does.” He’d never forget that first night Loki caught him unawares at Eleanor’s place. Mobius was barely wearing more than he had then, but he’d be happy to change that if Loki let him up.
Seemed the outlaw had other ideas. He kept working at the tension in Mobius’ shoulders, making it harder and harder to resist the pull of sleep. Mobius got a little lost in exactly what Loki was doing—too focused on the warmth of his hands and the weight holding him down—so when Loki guided Mobius’ arms up over his head, he allowed it.
He felt something brush one wrist, something scratchy and kinda familiar, but then Loki’s tongue traced the outer edge of his ear. He shivered and squirmed and was further distracted when the movement ground his growing erection into the mattress. He only realized what the itchy sensation had been when the rope tightened. He tried pulling away, but his wrist was caught tight. A moment later, Loki had it twisted up behind his back.
“You know, I had considered hogtying you but that would make my plans a little difficult,” Loki said, his lips still by Mobius’ ear.
Mobius’ heart thundered in his chest as he wondered if this was the moment Loki finally ended their game.
“What plans are those?” he asked, annoyed at how breathless he sounded. It only encouraged Loki, who answered with a kiss on the nape of his neck, then across one shoulder. It was such a gentle, familiar touch, at odds with the rope and the hold Loki had him in. The contrasting sensations stoked the fire lit inside him, leaving him in a right pickle.
Then Loki bit down, setting off another jolt of heat, before releasing Mobius’ arm and sliding off. Mobius waited a second then hurried to push himself up onto his hands and knees. He nearly fell when Loki pulled the rope taut, yanking Mobius’ right hand out from under him.
Mobius’ heart was still racing as he looked up at Loki, seated on his knees. He’d shucked his duster and had that half-smirk on, the one Mobius sometimes had trouble seeing through. His hat was also missing—a quick glance showed he’d left it on the table. Mobius was even more surprised to see Loki’s gunbelt beside it; Loki always kept that near.
They watched at each other in silence, until Loki slowly pulled the rope. Mobius had to shuffle closer or risk fallin’ on his face again. Loki ran his other hand down Mobius’ bare chest, curling his fingers to drag his nails.
“What plans?” Mobius said, licking his lips.
“How badly do you want to find out?” Loki murmured and kissed Mobius before he could answer. Mobius leaned into it, his free hand gripping Loki’s shoulder to stay upright. Then Loki let go of the rope to cup Mobius’ head as he gently teased his mouth open.
This was the moment where he could pull the rope off his wrist and try to get some space to find out what was going through Loki’s head.
Or he could trust him, trust that whatever Loki had in mind, it wasn’t harm. It didn’t seem like it was, not when Loki was pushing his other hand under the waistband of Mobius’ drawers to touch his cock. Mobius groaned and tried to push his hips forward, but Loki kept them apart.
“So what’s it going to be, Sheriff?” Loki asked against his lips.
“Well, seems like you caught me,” Mobius said, leaving out the fair and square. Loki played dirty and they both knew it.
Loki’s smile was so wicked, Mobius almost doubted his choice, especially when he was rolled onto his stomach, both arms pulled back so Loki could tie his wrists together. Mobius wiggled a little to get his head turned to the side.
“So about those plans?” he asked, hopin’ third time was a charm.
Loki was kneeling over him, tapping a finger on the rope; Mobius could feel the vibrations, slight as they were, and found his heart beating to match.
“I’m still deciding.” Loki folded forward to place his hands on either side of Mobius’ head, dropping a kiss on the back of his neck, then one below that and then another. He continued this slow trail down to Mobius’ left shoulder blade where his tongue swept across a spot Mobius only partially felt.
“What happened here?” Loki murmured, licking the scar again.
Mobius wasn’t really thinkin’ of days past so it took him a second to remember.
“Bandit, I think. Some fool who didn’t listen when I said we was done.”
“You should stop turning your back on your enemies,” Loki replied, voice low and dangerous. It was ironic, given the position Mobius was in, but then Loki sucked hard on the skin just above the scar and Mobius had other things to think about.
Loki trailed kisses higher then bit hard enough for Mobius to instinctively jerk away—but there was nowhere to go, and judging by the lips curlin’ against his skin, Loki enjoyed that.
“And this?” Loki asked, tracing a horizontal line across his arm.
“Tryin’ to break up a bar fight, I think.”
Loki had no follow-up to that, simply returned to kissing his way across Mobius’ back and down. He slid down as he went, until he was sitting on Mobius’ calves. The brush of a tongue on his right side made Mobius twitch. Loki did it again, tickling more purposely and making Mobius wriggle. When Mobius stilled, there was a pause and then he felt the tip of Loki’s tongue touch his skin before he realized what Loki was doing.
“Christ…you gonna ask about all of them?”
He could almost hear the smirk above him. Mobius sighed.
“Gunshot—a duel,” he clarified, closing his eyes as he remembered. “I was a stupid kid, thought I was real hot shit. Called some fella out and he agreed. I was fast, but he was faster.”
Loki’s thumb brushed back and forth across the scar—a gnarled, ugly thing. It was his oldest, but he remembered it best ’cause it’d almost been the end of him. The wound hadn’t healed right and then just when he’d started feelin’ better, he caught a fever. He’d been weak as a foal for a month.
Loki’s hand fit the curve of his side, his thumb against the exit wound and his fingers on the entry. There was an odd tension in him Mobius didn’t quite understand.
“And the other man?” Loki’s casual tone didn’t match his mood.
“Dead,” Mobius said, picturing the body in the dirt. “Guess I was the better shot in the end.”
Loki didn’t say anything. The memory had cooled some of Mobius’ desire and he wondered if it was the same for Loki. But Loki squeezed once, pressing against the scars, and slid further down his body. Mobius felt fingers tuck under the waistband of his drawers but wasn’t able to help much with the position he was in. He was still countin’ his blessings that they had moved on when he felt Loki’s lips against a scar on his leg and groaned.
It was a special kind of torture. Loki’s body was its own map of scars but he only shared stories when he felt like it, and only the ones that he seemed proud of. He’d distract Mobius if he didn’t want to answer, but now Mobius was being forced to spill the beans on every little injury or accident.
By the time Loki made it all the way down his body, Mobius was a shivering, leaking mess. His arms hurt from squirming against the rope and he was even more drenched in sweat than when he’d been raisin’ that house. A hand on his shoulder rolled him onto his side and the air on his face, even warm, felt nice after being pressed into the sheets.
Loki’s hand swept the hair from his forehead, but the relief was short-lived. Loki’s fingers curled tight and Mobius’ head went back with a hiss. He only caught a glimpse before Loki bent to lick across his ear—the one missing a piece.
“You gonna ask about that one?”
“I think I am familiar with this story,” Loki mused. “Too-trusting lawman turns his back on a fool.”
Mobius snorted, wanting to point out that it was Loki’s little game that had led to him getting shot. Instead, he held still as Loki’s hand trailed down his back and plucked at the rope connecting his wrists. The outlaw was kneeling astride Mobius’ thigh, almost as flushed as Mobius felt. He had to be meltin’ in all those clothes.
“Have you been working on what we tried last time?”
Mobius closed his eyes, face burnin’ at the thought of the sudden need for more gun oil that had had taken him to the general store.
“Yeah,” he said hoarsely and was rewarded by Loki squeezing his wrists.
“Good boy,” he murmured, low and pleased. It was a wonder the sheets hadn’t caught fire from the heat in Mobius’ face. Well, now he knew what was in store for him.
He was rolled onto his stomach and Loki scooted forward to grind against his ass. Even through his trousers, Mobius could feel a distinct hardness. Loki kept hold of the rope connecting Mobius’ wrists and rocked their hips together—like he was ridin’, Mobius realized. He tried to lift into the movement, to better feel the press of Loki’s cock, but couldn’t get no leverage with his arms behind his back.
Loki leaned off to the side and Mobius recognized the smell of gun oil moments later. He tried to breathe deeply, preparing for what came next, then yelped when Loki’s hand unexpectedly slapped his ass. He hissed as the other cheek was hit half a breath later, but the pulling in his shoulders hurt more than his ass. He tried to relax and lessen the ache when the tension in the rope suddenly broke.
Loki’s knife dropped onto the sheets by Mobius’ head, and then hands gripped his wrists, fingers covering the scratchy rope and pinning his arms to the mattress.
“This what you had in mind that first night you ambushed me?” Mobius asked.
“Not quite,” Loki said, soundin’ unfairly composed. “I took your measure during that hold-up and wanted to see how you fared when your defenses were down.”
They were well and truly down now, with Mobius stripped naked and pinned facedown. Loki licked the back of his neck then moved to kneel between his spread legs. The touch of a slick finger, even expected, still made Mobius jump from nerves. He tried to relax as Loki’s finger breached him, but it wasn’t easy.
“Je-sus,” Mobius breathed into the bedding. He was covered in sweat, head to toe, from the heat and from the tension of trying to hold still and relax. He didn’t know how Loki was still clothed.
Loki withdrew his finger then pressed in again, just as slow. It was different from when Mobius did it himself, a thought that made his cheeks redden. He got lost in the sensation then, especially once Loki added a second finger and began working up to a third. He was vaguely aware he was droolin’ on the sheets, panting open-mouthed as he was forced to lie there and take what Loki gave him.
He came back to his senses when he heard the jangle of a belt buckle. He expected Loki to climb off and undress, but all he heard was the slick sound of Loki coating his own cock in oil.
Mobius knew what would come next—knew from bein’ on the other end at least—but none of that could’ve prepared him for the feel of Loki’s cock pushing in. Instinct had him trying to squirm away, but Loki had him caught, one hand on his waist, the other on his back. He rocked forward, inching deeper and deeper until Mobius could feel the roughness of trousers against his ass. Then Loki paused and released a breathy chuckle.
The last time they had tried this, when Loki merely introduced Mobius to the idea, he’d embarrassed the hell outta himself by coming too quickly. It must have been on Loki’s mind because there was a grin in his voice when he spoke.
“Gonna last longer this time, Sheriff?”
Mobius knew it would be cocky to say yes, but Lord he was tryin’. It helped that he couldn’t move so there’d be no friction on his cock to set him off. Suddenly Loki pulled out, but before Mobius could sputter out a protest or a question, he was rolled onto his side and one leg was hiked up.
The rope was still looped around his wrists but no longer held them together, which meant Mobius could brace against the bed as Loki pushed in again; it felt even better at this angle.
“Seems like you have been practicing,” Loki admitted, voice rough. Mobius wasn’t dignifyin’ that with an answer, too focused on breathing through the feeling of being filled up. Loki rolled his hips again, back then forward in one smooth movement. When he did it a second time, he brushed something that made Mobius whimper.
Yeah, he’d found that spot on his own, but it was harder to get at with his fingers.
“Jesus weepin’ Christ, Loki,” Mobius panted, fingers curled in the sheet as Loki began to fuck him hard. He got lost in the sound of their hips meeting and their ragged breaths combined with the jangle of Loki’s belt. Pleasure lit up the back of his eyelids like streaks of lightning as the tension wound tighter and tighter. Mobius’ left arm was jammed underneath him but he wriggled it until he could get his hand on himself, cursing at the sudden jolt of pleasure. It wasn’t long before he was comin’ harder than he could remember, all while Loki kept hammerin’ at him.
It didn’t take long before the outlaw groaned, pressing deep as heat bloomed within Mobius. He would’ve blushed again if he could've. When Loki fell forward to nose Mobius’ scarred ear, Mobius twisted his head and their lips met for the first time since he’d been trussed up. Loki broke the kiss to pull out and roll Mobius fully onto his back, then he was leanin’ in again to take his mouth with surprising hunger. Mobius ran tingling hands up Loki’s back, underneath the shirt he still wore, and tried to ignore the strange sensation of Loki’s spend trickling out of him.
He lost all sense of time. When Loki eventually sat up, Mobius saw the interior of the house was cast in rich orange, meanin’ the sun was on its way down. Sweat and…other things were cooling on his skin, making Mobius long for one of Miss Evelyn’s baths. He supposed he could take himself back into town—if he could even walk right then—but if Loki was going to linger, he’d rather stay.
There was heat in Loki’s eyes as he ran his gaze down Mobius’ body but with one final slap of Mobius’ thigh, Loki climbed off him. Rather than set his clothes to rights, he stripped his shirt off and shucked his pants. He stretched again, that damn fine body on display, all while Mobius stared like an idiot. Then he stepped into his boots and started for the door.
“Where’re you goin’?” Mobius sputtered.
“To wash up,” Loki said, casting a grin over his shoulder. “The water trough is outside, is it not?”
“Like that?” Mobius gestured he knew the answer.
“Why not?”
It was just like Loki to saunter out the door naked as the day he was born, confident in the growing darkness. Mobius thought again of the comfy warm baths in town, not relishing the shock of the water here, even if it was warmed by the sun. But then he pictured what could come later, as the evening continued to deepen and that got him up off the bed, shaking free of the remaining rope, and walking—with slightly less confidence—towards the door.