Clearly, they both needed a blowjob judging by the lapping thought of Malcolm on his knees, looking up at him with his mouth full. Raylan tried to focus on the washing that was happening instead.

"Like baseball, just keep your eye on the ball," he managed, voice only fractionally huskier for the tease below him. "We'll make it, come hell or high water. Possibly both." Considering what their collective lives were like.