abrightboy | No One's Born Broken

Malcolm's eyes welled a little. He felt like he should be the one making promises. Why did he deserve it? He didn't do anything except try to be what someone like Raylan deserved.

That he'd never received that before was practically criminal, but clearly there were things that Malcolm could also protect Raylan from.

He shifted in his seat, as close to climbing over the console as he could get, and slid his arms around Raylan's neck to lean over and kiss him desperately.

He deserved it because his brain liked to take fears and run with it, and there was nothing scarier than being in love. Raylan had more experience in this, in getting his heart broken and abused and while that didn't make it easier, it also did. He knew how to get through it. How to pick himself and live again.

There was a commanding need in the way Raylan reached around and gripped Malcolm, his closest hand fisting into his suit shirt and jacket. If they weren't on the side of the road, this would all be heading somewhere much more naked, but since they were, Raylan kissed Malcolm until his lungs burned for air. When it broke, Raylan rested his forehead on Malcolm's and closed his eyes.

"I'm not unaware that I could lose everything over you," he whispered. "You could destroy me too. I'm puttin' my trust in you."

They had mutual keys to each others destruction, but Raylan didn't want this turned into a Cold War of Love, somehow. His point was that they were both vulnerable.

Malcolm lifted his head, his hand laid along the side of Raylan's face, and just looked at him tenderly for a long moment.

"I don't want to ever hurt you. I'm afraid of doing it by accident; I'd never do it on purpose... but I showed up like this because... when you showed up at my place when I wasn't expecting you... seeing your face was just... the best thing and..." He took a slightly unsteady breath. "I wanted you to feel that too. But I'm not trying to... to push us out into the open. This-this isn't quite how I saw it all going. I want to protect you, too," he insisted. "I just... wanted to do something for you."

Raylan was happy enough to keep his face in Malcolm's hand, eyes slow to open to meet those blue pools that continued to undo him. Instead of answering, Raylan leaned forward and kissed him again. It was dangerous to speak, just now.

"Do it again sometime. Then I can come home to you in a place where you're comfortable and you can greet me properly. The way you'll do when we're in Miami." It was more than a statement, it was half an ask of a promise. Raylan wanted to feel that. Everything was always filled with some trepidation because of the way things were in Harlan, and the way people were.

But Malcolm wasn't like that and Raylan could set aside most of the defensive training that his entire life experience had given him.

Malcolm huffed a self-conscious laugh and brushed his nose against Raylan's nose, then set a tender kiss on his mouth.

"My next surprise visit will definitely be safer from the sanctuary of our apartment," he promised, then kissed him again to seal it. "I love you so much," he whispered, barely pulling back. "I want to make your life better, not harder. I want to be here for you the way you're here for me."

He hummed into the second kiss, still leant in with no real intent to go anywhere until he felt like this was settled for now. Imagining coming home to Malcolm wasn't hard, he'd been daydreaming about it since they'd talked about this crazy plan.

He could stand to hear those three words more often. It made his heart hurt in its sweet relief.

"You already do." Raylan stole another kiss while he was there and settled back with a deep breath and an adjustment of his hat. "I don't know about you, but I'm ready to be home."

His soul was tired, his heart was tired, his eyes were tired and he could feel the prick of tears in his sinuses. This was a lot of emotion and as tough as he could be, it was getting to him and crying wasn't on his list of things he planned on doing today.

Malcolm swallowed and nodded, about to say something when headlights coming down the road lit the car. He sank all the way back into his own seat, though he was clutching Raylan's near hand with both of his own.

"Yeah, let's go. We need a safe, opaque door."

Raylan nodded with an uneven breath as he shifted with his off hand through the steering wheel before pulling them back onto the road. They definitely needed a solid door. And he needed a fifth of bourbon.

"Talk to me about something. Anything." That wasn't them or how they were feeling, he couldn't take anymore of that.

For once, he wasn't even slightly bothered as they whittled away the time until Lexington's lights came into view.

"Where are we staying?"

Malcolm could talk about a lot of things, but he chose to tell Raylan about the necrophilia case he'd started when Raylan was visiting.

"The Hyatt Regency," he answered. He was on an upper floor. It had a decent view. "It's on West High Street," he told him.

The room was a suite, with a tidy livingroom and a plush king bed in the bedroom. Malcolm's bag was still sitting on the floor just outside the bedroom door. As they walked into the livingroom, Malcolm headed to the minibar as he shrugged off his suit jacket and dropped it over the arm of the couch. "What would you like? I think the only whiskey they have is bourbon."

Raylan knew where it was, but the street name was helpful - it wasn't going to take them long to get there.

Once they did, Raylan whistled low as they walked into the room, hat already in hand and abandoned into the solo recliner provided as he followed Malcolm towards the minibar.

"So long as it leaves a fire down my throat. But I'll tell you from experience that this mini-bar is not going to be enough. A cute starter though. You think they'll deliver a fifth up here if we order it?"

Malcolm looked at the little fridge, then at Raylan as he stood up. ”Sure." It sounded like a good idea to him, in fact. "Bourbon, right? What brand do you like?" he asked curiously, picking up the phone. "And do you want any food?"

"Jim Beam and any cheeseburger they can find," he replied as he pulled his jacket off, turning to toss it over the back of the couch so that he could tug his tie free and open a few buttons on his shirt.

With a sigh, Raylan slipped behind and wrapped around Malcolm, leaning his face into his hair softly.

"I'd love to see you eat too. Especially if you're gonna have a drink with me. You are gonna have a drink with me, right?"

The warmth of Raylan at his back stilled his hands for the moment and he closed his eyes.

"After today, a drink sounds pretty good. I'll see if they have any kind of a soup I can eat. Something hot sounds appealing, too."

He set one hand on Raylan's arm around his middle, dialing with the hand holding the receiver. Once he was assured that a cheeseburger with fries, chicken noodle soup and a fifth of Jim Beam were on their way, he hung up and turned around in Raylan's arms so he could wrap his own arms tightly around Raylan and lean his forehead into Raylan's temple with a hum as tension eased noticeably out of his body.

He hummed his acknowledgement and approval, lifting his head only so Malcolm could order without having to deal with the weight of it. When Malcolm turned around, Raylan shifted his grip to accomedate and held Malcolm tightly against him as he breathed in the subtle scent of Bright that haunted him, now that he knew what Malcolm smelt like.

They stood there for a good 45 seconds before Raylan took another deep breath and pressed a kiss to Malcolm's forehead. He already felt better.

"Once we get to Miami, I'm gonna be hard pressed to spend a night away from you for a long time," he breathed out, the exhaustion and happiness paired with relief in his voice.

"We'll be very stocked up on being apart," Malcolm agreed. He lifted his head and gave Raylan a kiss, soft, slow and tender. The proper, proper 'hello, I missed you' kiss he'd been yearning to give him since he got on the plane to Kentucky.

"Hi," he murmured contentedly as it broke.

Raylan let himself curl into a question mark around Malcolm as they kissed. He hummed again as the kiss broke and smiled softly. "Hi." His eyebrows lifted with it, a greeting with his whole expression.

"Welcome home." He'd missed this feeling, the warmth that sprouted in him when Malcolm was against him. "I need this more regularly in my life, not gonna lie," he said, smile spreading a little. "Never been into addiction, aside from my drinkin', but you're a dangerous one."

Malcolm's smile spread slow and wide.

"I might be safer than drinking," he teased, pressing another gentle kiss to his mouth. "I'm almost certainly safer than drinking. I mean. Unless another axe murderer decides to kill everyone I love, but I feel like you could have taken him."

"You are," Raylan promised with a smile as he met the kiss. "I'm sure I could have. My gun isn't ever far from me and I've put people I like more down for less."

Killing to protect Malcolm was something that Raylan was more than okay with.

"Hope I don't have to take out the bellboy."

Malcolm laughed.

"The bellboy? I don't think he's a killer. Though in the interest of full disclosure, I think he was flirting with me when he brought my bag up, but you don't have to shoot him; he was bad at it."

"Does that mean I get to shoot the ones that are good at it?" he teased with a grin before he leaned down to steal another kiss. When it broke Raylan hummed, eyes slow to open again as they cracked to peek at Malcolm's face. "Now that's what I needed."

Hugs and kisses were.. magical things now. It was strange in the best way.

Malcolm smiled as the kiss broke. Being the remedy for the heaviness of Raylan's days was heady and, no matter how many times they kissed, those kisses still stirred delighted butterflies and coiled arousal in his stomach.

"You could, at least, threaten to. Who am I to stop you from being all gallant and hot in..."

He was interrupted by a knock at the door and looked in that direction, but didn't let go of Raylan straight away.

"Food and drinks," he said.

Raylan's face curled in amusement at the halted question, very curious as to what other flattering adjectives Malcolm could apply to him.

"Gallant and hot, huh?" He stole another brief peck of a kiss as he stepped away, lifting a finger at Malcolm. "You stay right there."

When the door opened, an employee announced himself as 'Room Service' and Raylan let them in, watching them as they left again from the same spot and locking the door behind them. That was it - that was the last of the outside world that Raylan was willing to affably deal with tonight.

Gun, tie, and overshirt abandoned, Raylan came back to wherever Malcolm had settled with their food, looking far more comfortable then he had before.

While Raylan took care of the pleasantries, Malcolm shucked his waistcoat and tie and toed off his shoes, but - as requested - stayed where he was. The hotel employee had set the food and the bottle of Jim Beam on the table, but Malcolm snagged Raylan by a belt loop as he returned and tugged him back into his arms for one more kiss (right where he was).

"Gallant and hot in my defense," he concluded with a broad smile.

He was easily snagged, smile broad as he was tugged in and he wrapped around Malcolm with another throaty hum of approval at the warmth of the kiss.

"This is not the way to get me to let go of you long enough to eat but you did do as you were told, for once," he teased. "I'll be hot and gallant as often as the situation demands it from me, anytime darlin'," he promised before stealing another kiss - he couldn't get enough of them, like he was stocking up for their next break apart.

"C'mon," he said with a gentle pat on Malcolm's hip to break away to the table, one hand catching Malcolm's to just as gently drag him along. "Come eat with me."

"The rewards system makes me want to do the things you ask," he teased as he followed him - gladly - to the table, squeezing his hand before letting go to sit down and pry the lid off his container of soup. He gave it a little stir with the spoon, and then took his experimental first bite, then put his spoon down to see how that sat. It came with a roll and a little container of butter. He pushed them towards Raylan and gestured to the bourbon. "Do you care to do the honours?"

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