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Albert Mason tried not to tremble as he held his hand on Arthur’s knee. After all the perils he’d faced, here, the Outlaw made his heart pound harder than any of them. Cigarette smoke filled his nostrils, and the smell of nicotine tightened its grip on his throat — but not for the same reason it normally would.
He still tasted the whiskey on his lips. He wanted more, but not from the mouth of the bottle. He was here. Broad, solid under his touch, his chest moving up and down as if to prove the very passage of time.
“Arthur,” he finally said, his voice thick. “Would you look at me?”
He looked at him from the side, but glanced away, his brilliant blue eyes recoiling like they’d touched the fire. He couldn’t tell if it was just the light, or maybe the cool caress of the night, but red colored the tips of his ears. Arthur relented, turning his head, his eyes still hesitant to stand against his own.
“I want…” Albert started. “Oh, I have no idea how to phrase this without sounding silly, but…”
“Don’t tell me you still want me to kiss ya,” Arthur smiled.
“Yes, okay, that definitely sounds less silly than whatever was going to come out of my mouth.”
“Now, you don’t need to worry about what’s comin’ out of those lips of yours.”
Albert couldn’t dare to open his eyes. Arthur's warm, firm lips pressed against his mouth with a little groan. The sound made Albert gasp between their lips. It was the only air he could catch; Arthur pulled him closer, taking his hip and bringing him up against his sturdy frame. He kissed him slow, ceaselessly, and Albert wrapped one arm around his neck, and then the other, draping himself around tense shoulders.
They embraced, their smells caught between them, fresh pine and whiskey and some old cologne that had all but faded in the fresh night air. Albert coaxed him quicker, kissing him light and fast and desperate. Arthur gradually leaned into him, pressing more and more of his weight against him, and Albert had to dig his boots into the dirt to stay upright. Then, they broke the tipping point.
Albert slipped back and tumbled over the side of the log, his hooked arms jerking Arthur back with him. They fell together, knocking the wind out of Albert and nearly getting himself crushed by the large man who landed beside him.
“You okay?” Arthur asked him.
Caught in his worried blue eyes, Albert forgot how to speak for a few breaths.
“Yes. Yes, I'm actually quite more than okay.” He knew he was smiling like a fool, and the little blush that dawned over his beard gave the rest away.
Arthur’s eyes softened, and he smiled warmly. He ran his thumb across the coarse hair of his beard, and Albert’s breath slowly evened, and they studied each other under the light of the rising moon.
“I'm thinkin’ we should retire to that tent you so kindly set up for us,” Arthur whispered.
“Should we?” Albert responded.
“‘Spose we don't have to, but I think it'd be a mite bit more comfortable.”
“Oh, well, of course it would be. Apologizes—” Albert cringed “—I wasn't initially sure what you were implying. I wish I could blame some level of intoxication for being so scatterbrained—”
“Al,” Arthur laughed. “You really need to stop ramblin’.”
“I can't help it. I talk when I'm nervous.”
“That's mighty charming. Really is. But I was hoping we could use our time a little more… advantageously.”
Albert opened his mouth to respond, but not a word came out.
“Thatta boy,” Arthur praised.
Albert laughed a little; it wasn’t only his face that was growing flush with blood. Arthur threw his legs over the log and shuffled to his knees. He held out a hand to Albert, who took it. He pulled the other man up as he stood, his firm arm barely bothered by the weight of him.
“You’ve always been such a gentleman,” Albert said as he steadied to his feet.
“I can when I want to be,” Arthur replied.
“I know you think of yourself as… some kind of scoundrel. And maybe you are. But right now, all I can see you as a…” He chuckled at himself at the thought. “A Prince Charming.”
Arthur let out a loud, unbridled laugh. Their horses jingled and snorted as the noise startled them. It made them both laugh; Arthur slapped a solid hand on his shoulder.
“Well then, Cinderella, let me take you to the ball.”
They went to the tent. It was slightly lopsided, but just big enough for the two of them. Arthur pulled off his hat and took the straw boater from Albert's head. He tossed them to the far corner and ran his fingers through his greased hair. Albert couldn't take his eyes off of him as he lowered himself to the ground. Arthur smiled as he knelt down alongside him, both of them marveling at the sight of each other.
Albert settled down, taking deep breaths in a futile attempt to settle his nerves. Arthur loomed over him; he gradually shifted over him until their eyes met. Albert started to reach up, hesitated, then wrapped his hands around Arthur's chest, running them down his torso, feeling the muscles taut under his clothes.
Arthur leaned in to kiss him. Albert grabbed his hips to pull him close, drawing forth a guttural groan. His tongue brushed his lips, and Albert opened his jaw wide, letting him fill his mouth with his tongue. He sucked on it voraciously, his own tongue rubbing against its firm underside. They traded warm breaths until Albert relented, and they kissed softly and quickly again.
Arthur pulled away from his face, his heavy breath billowing against his face like a bison's. He nestled under his jaw and kissed the hair of his neck, then again farther down, until he reached naked skin.
“Oh, Arthur, please,” Albert breathed. “Please.”
“Alright, hold your horses, now,” Arthur replied with a smile. He straightened up and straddled his legs. Calloused hands thumbed down Albert’s pant buttons, and the head of his cock peeked out long before he finished the job. He waited to undo the last button before he gently took it in his hand, caressing it as Albert gasped beneath him.
Arthur whistled. “Now, ain’t that a beaut.”
“You flatter me, surely,” Albert said through quickened breath.
“No sir,” Arthur said. “I ain’t no expert, but I’m mighty glad to see it.” He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, slowly working his hand up it, not taking his eyes off of it. He leaned down to face it, planted a gentle kiss on the tip, and dropped a mouthful of spit on it.
He left Albert wriggle under his weight for a moment, letting go of it and letting it stand freely, his saliva rolling down the length of it. His hands went to his own fly, freeing himself just as quickly. His dick sprang out with enthusiasm.
“Wow,” was the only thing Albert could manage. “Incredible.”
“As I said, I ain’t no expert, but something’s tellin’ me you might like this.” Arthur shuffled up to let his head cross Albert’s dick; they both let out a moan at the touch. Arthur spit in his hand, and palmed both of their cocks in his fist. He stroked them up and down, spreading the cold of his spit against both of them, the warmth of his hand quickly making them hot.
“Yes, Arthur,” Albert moaned as he watched him work. “Heavens, does that feel good.”
Arthur chuckled. “Glad I’m not the only one.”
Arthur’s dick nearly overshadowed Albert’s. The mere sight of him erect against his own cock made Albert whimper. Arthur rocked his hips back and forth to slide the both of them against each other. Albert grabbed his hips and dug his fingers into the lean flesh of his back. Arthur groaned in satisfaction as his touch.
“Al, I…” Arthur took a moment to form the words. “I wanna be inside you.”
“You do?” Albert’s voice rose an octave at the thought of it.
“Real bad,” Arthur said. “I want you so goddamn bad.”
“Never in a million years would I have thought…” Albert gawked.
“Does that mean—?”
“Yes. Yes, Arthur, I would like that very much.”
Arthur dropped everything else and kissed him. Deep, hungry, he gasped as his lips broke free in the scuffle. Albert pulled him tighter against him, nothing else existing but the weight of him and the heavy air from his breath. He wrapped his legs around his torso, and Arthur thrusted against him, his cock still slick and sliding against Albert’s. Albert craned his head back, and Arthur kissed his exposed neck, making his fingers dig harder into his back. He sucked the tender skin near his collarbone, imagining the colorful marks he’d leave for the morning light.
Arthur pulled away and fumbled at the buttons of his shirt. Albert took over, pulling the hem from his pants, starting from the bottom button and meeting him halfway up. Arthur shed it and his undershirt, throwing them nearly out the tent. Albert’s vest and shirt didn’t last long after; they both took a moment to pry their owns boots off, and then only their open pants separated each other.
Arthur froze as Albert reached up to feel his chest. He only brushed a finger against the hair at first. Then, his open hands caressed the roundness of his pecs. He groaned a little as his thumb brushed against one of his nipples.
“Does that — does that feel good?” Albert asked him.
“Kinda,” Arthur laughed.
“Here, let me try… may I?” He looked up at him, and for a moment, Arthur was caught by the glimmer in his eyes. He glanced away, murmuring, “Sure, ‘course.”
Albert pulled his legs out from under him, peeling his pants away while he did so. Arthur watched, transfixed, as he sat up and planted a kiss on his nipple. Arthur let out a soft, involuntary groan. Albert turned his head and kissed the other one, too, lingering a little longer, listening for Arthur’s rumbling approval.
“Yeah — that’s good,” Arthur finally said, taking his head softly in one of his hands.
Albert latched on to the first one again and sucked on it, making Arthur jerk so quick he immediately pulled away.
“Sorry, sorry, was that too much? I’ve never—”
“No, no,” Arthur interrupted, “Just wasn’t expecting that to… feel so nice.” He laughed a little, making Albert laugh with him.
“The best critique I think I’ve gotten,” he smiled. He gingerly kissed it again, hesitating before he pulled on his flesh, making him groan deep. After a few heartbeats, he ran his tongue against the tip, and Arthur grunted. He played with it in his mouth for a while, sucking and kissing and tonguing it and doing the same to the other. Arthur pet his hair as he did, his muscles subtly flexing with each touch.
As he finally pulled away again, he leaned in to kiss him on the lips. He draped his arms over his shoulders, slowly coaxing him forward as he leaned back, Arthur nearly losing his balance again as he pulled him onto the bedding. He could do nothing but kiss him more as Albert's hands traced the edge of his waistband.
“Ah, shit, hang on,” Arthur muttered under his breath.
“What?”
“‘Fore you get my pants off, I should probably…” his voice trailed off as he shifted back to his feet. “Right back.”
Albert barely protested before he ducked his head out the tent. He sat, awkward and exposed, and strained to listen to what he did outside. Rummaging, it sounded like. He snickered as Arthur cursed under his breath. Then, footsteps. Arthur lifted his bounty as he returned. Some kind of glass jar, and Albert immediately guessed what was inside. He didn't know what, exactly, but he knew what it'd be used for.
“There was a part of me that was afraid you weren’t going to come back,” Albert admitted with a nervous laugh.
“Please,” Arthur said. “You got me this far along. Now, turn yourself around for me.”
The words made Albert shiver. He muttered out some incoherent affirmation. He turned onto his stomach and scrambled to his hands and knees. He took an awkward glace at Arthur touching himself behind him. Arthur knelt down and grasped his backside, making him grunt.
“Oh, Al,” he chuckled. “Albert, we’re gonna have a fun time.”
“I hope so,” Albert breathed.
“Don’t gotta be nervous, now. Just relax.”
The words made him want to do anything but — yet Albert took a deep breath and let it out nice and slow. Arthur’s hands traced past his hips and up his torso, and he ran them back down, squeezing his hips when his hands returned. He reached around and wrapped his hand around his dick, giving him a few generous tugs. Then he came back to draw a line down his taint and to his ass.
“Yes, Arthur,” Albert murmured.
“Now, I’ve been told I’m a little big for some folks. So let’s take things niiiice and slow.”
“Just don’t tease me with it.”
“What?” Arthur tilted his head to the side. “You don’t like being teased?”
“It’s not that, I—”
“Oh, no, Albert here doesn’t like it when I do this?” He grabbed ahold of his cock and ran the head of it between his ass.
“Oh god, Arthur,” Albert gasped.
“So I shouldn’t do that?”
“No, please—”
“But you said you didn’t like being teased.”
Albert laughed. “You’re impossible, Arthur Morgan.”
“Just say the word, and I'll stop.”
“We both know you’re not going to.”
“Well, I said we’d start out slow. So how’s this?” He popped his tip of his middle finger in his mouth to wet it, and he stuck it inside him.
“Oh god,” Albert breathed.
“How’s that for starters?”
“Okay, we're okay.”
“Howsabout a little more?” Arthur pushed his finger in farther. Albert took deliberate, deep breaths, until Arthur's finger brushed the right spot. His breath caught and he gasped violently.
“Oh, that's it, huh?” Arthur asked.
“Yes, right there, Arthur, right there.”
“Okay, hold on there, cowboy.” He pulled out of him and took the lube sitting beside him. “Let’s try another.”
He unscrewed the lid and dipped his fingers in. They came out slathered, so much so he wiped the excess on his cock. He pushed both fingers inside him and hooked them forward right at the spot that made him writhe.
Albert cried out at the feel of him. He wrenched the bedroll in his hands, almost dropping to his chest. He gasped for air, moaning as Arthur rubbed against him. It made Arthur smile — the sounds he made fueled such excitement he could barely handle it. After a minute of ecstasy, he slowly retrieved his fingers. He leaned in against Albert's back, listening to him pant, and he tickled his ear with his beard.
“You sure you want it, big boy?” he whispered.
“Yes,” Albert said.
“You really sure? Might be too much for you, boy.”
“One way to find out,” he enthused.
“Alright.” Arthur gave him a solid pat on the shoulder and left him a kiss on the cheek.
He took his weeping manhood and pressed himself right to the heat of his opening. He passed the threshold, and such a wave of pleasure came over him, he wasn't sure he wouldn't let loose entirely in that moment. His partner groaned under him, only sweeter music to his ears. He held the head of his cock just inside him, where it lay hot, constricted, his nerves buzzing nearly enough to make his ears ring. He shifted his hips to burrow farther in. The friction was flint sparking against steel. It was all he knew: how much he wanted to feel it, and how much he wanted to hear Albert feel the same. "Okay?" Arthur asked, his voice thick.
"Lord, you weren't joking," Albert moaned. "Please, Arthur. Please keep going."
Arthur obeyed immediately. He leaned into him, his head rolling back as his cock disappeared into his ass. Sweat rolled from his scalp. He pulled out a little, then grabbed Albert by the hips to thrust right back into him. He fell into that instinctive rhythm, that basal feeling that this was what he was made to do. Albert’s noises only fueled the feeling, his desperate breathing and gasping cries of yes.
Arthur leaned into him, his belly brushing against his back, and he propped himself up by his hands. He moved until every inch was inside of him. Albert moaned and pressed up against his legs. Arthur humped him like a dog. Sweat dripped from his nose and his chest onto his back. Any thought that bubbled in the back of his mind was lost in the haze of ecstasy.
“Al — Jesus — I’m not gonna last much — shit.” Arthur could barely get the words out.
“Don’t stop,” Albert begged him.
“Then I’m gonna — I’m gonna give you all I got.” Arthur wrapped an arm around his chest, and he pulled him with him as he straightened up. He took a hold of his dick with his other hand, stroking him as best he could manage. Kissing the crook of his neck, he thrusted right up into him, groaning incessantly. Albert’s head rolled back as he exposed the sensitive skin to his touch. He could just barely see Arthur out of the corner of his eye. Eyes closed, brows crinkled in focus, tongue dancing on Albert’s sweat-kissed skin.
It only lasted a few brief moments. Arthur’s fingers dug into the lean flesh of his torso. He thrust into him a little faster, a little more desperately. The warmth of his presence on Albert’s shoulder vanished. And then Arthur was crying out, gasping, trembling as he came. His hand shifted from Albert’s cock to his thigh, gripping him as if he anchored him to the Earth.
There was a moment of stillness. Arthur kissed his neck again. He kept kissing him; his scrappy beard tickled his skin as he went.
“Good God, Arthur,” Albert said.
“You ain’t even come yet,” Arthur mumbled.
“No, but, that, that was…”
“Don’t start actin’ like I’m done. We still got to get you taken care of.”
Arthur pulled out slowly. He paused the instant Albert so much as twitched. As he came free, a stream of semen chased him out.
Albert turned around before he had to ask. Arthur cupped his face in his hand and kissed his lips. They hovered there, kissing each other as Arthur rode out the high. Albert shifted to start to touch himself. He hesitated as Arthur suddenly pulled away.
“Don't you worry ‘bout that,” Arthur told him. “Just relax.”
Albert opened his mouth to protest, but the soft look in Arthur’s eyes stopped him. He leaned back and laid on the modest bed roll, mesmerized by those brilliant blue eyes.
Arthur shimmied down to his groin. He kissed the head of his cock, tasting what had already seeped from its tip. Albert shuddered under his touch and clenched the rumbled fabric under him.
“You always spoil me,” Albert managed through his labored breaths.
“I’ll spoil you rotten.” Arthur slipped his cock into his mouth, pulling in the taste of him. He looked up at Albert, catching his stare. He held it as he let him deeper into his mouth, his tongue firm against its underside. Then, he lowered his gaze, focused on the work before him. He’d barely started to service him when Albert bucked into his mouth. Albert gasped in horror and reached gentle hands around Arthur's face.
“Goodness, Arthur,” he blathered, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
Arthur reached up took Albert’s hand in his own. He softly thumbed the back of it to accept the apology. He bobbed his head up and down, moaning gently. Arthur’s hand turned white from his tightening grip. He couldn’t help but arch his back, but held back the urge to lunge into his mouth. Albert squeezed his hand as the pleasure built. His focus was all but lost, but he glanced up now and again to watch his plump, pink lips wrapped around his dick, warm and soft and tight against him. It wasn't long before he was groaning and whining and repeating Arthur's name under his breath.
Arthur engulfed him whole, letting his head hit the back of his throat, struggling not to gag against him. Albert's free hand dug into his hair. He clenched it as the promise of orgasm approached. Another dip was all it took, and his cock erupted into Arthur's mouth, making his back arch and force himself as deep into Arthur's face as he could manage. Arthur gripped Albert's hand as his fingertips dug into his skin.
Albert slowly lowered himself to the ground. Eyes closed, he gasped for air, lost in the feeling. Arthur swallowed his seed without a second thought. He carefully crawled to meet Albert's lips with his own.
Albert grasped his face gently and kissed him back, sucking air through his nose to keep their mouths close.
“You’re a cruel man, Arthur Morgan,” he murmured once his mouth was free.
“Why do you gotta say somethin’ like that?” Arthur asked, already knowing the answer.
“Because now that I know what I'm missing, I'm going to miss it all the more.”
Though Albert smiled as he said the words, it made Arthur frown.
“Oh, you'll find someone who'll make you forget all about me, don't you worry,” Arthur replied.
“Don't lie to me. I could live another century, and I'll never meet another man quite like you.”
“That's what I was afraid you'd say.”
Arthur rolled over and collapsed onto the ground with a deep sigh. Albert nestled up against him and reached an arm across his chest. They both wordlessly embraced the moment together. Entirely by accident, Albert fell asleep tucked in his arm.
That morning, Arthur wrote a dozen letters. Each page of his journal scribbled out, some hard enough to tear. The brighter the light from outside, the higher the sun rose, the more his hands shook. He nearly threw the book out of frustration. Yet, he lowered it back into his lap.
Without the help of words, he began to draw. He traced the shape of Albert, still asleep in their tent. Carefully studying his features, he drew the peaceful man laid before him, for once free of the anxieties of his passion. It loosened the knot in his throat and soothed the pounding in his heart.
He smiled as he began to stir. He would show him, and he could only imagine the fanciful words of praise that awaited him.