No One's Born Broken

[abrightboy]

For tinstar.



Gil came and went. Dani came and went. Ainsley came and then left with their mother, who refused to even hear him out about telling the truth. He stared through the window at the motionless man in the bed for some indeterminate amount of time, his hand clutching his phone in his pocket.

Finally he let his eyes leave the figure through the window and he took his phone out of his pocket. He stared at that for a long moment, then scrolled through his contacts until one name rolled onto the screen: Raylan Givens.

He looked through the window, then looked at the name. Then he pressed it.

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[abrightboy]

Malcolm was eager to be under those hands, kicking the sweatpants aside as they traveled over him. He slid his own hands around Raylan's ribs and down his stomach, tugging his belt open by feel as he met the kiss hungrily, his fingers playing lightly against the skin beneath the waistband as he worked the button on the jeans.

"God," he gasped between kisses. "I feel like I haven't kissed you properly in a week." Though the previous night had been full of proper kisses, it seemed far away. Once he could push Raylan's jeans and boxers down over his hips, his slid his hands back up his sides and around and up his chest. He grasped his neck and jaw just below his ear with one hand and his shoulder with the other, closing the small amount of room he'd needed to work his pants off by pressing against him as he kissed him again.

<.< >.> I cant disagree

[tinstar]

Raylan groaned shortly at the words before his lips were properly occupied again, tightly holding them together as he turned Malcolm's back towards the bed. Breaking the kiss with a hum, Raylan tilted his face down for a half second before meeting Malcolm's eyes.

"I've been thinkin' about something," he admitted as he pushed Malcolm back onto the bed only to follow with his own weight, body propped up on his elbow, hair falling into his face. "So I just need you to.. shut up and let me do it, okay?" he asked, hazel eyes darting between blue.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm's experience with Raylan in bed so far had been overwhelmingly positive. He'd shown nothing but care in handling him, no matter how ardent his need. There was no guardedness in Malcolm's expression and no hesitation putting himself in Raylan's hands.

"Okay," he agreed, meeting his gaze with trust and openness, even while he remained a little breathless.

[tinstar]

He found himself a little breathless too, for entirely different reasons and kissed Malcolm with a fierceness, body sliding up against his before he broke the kiss and sent his lips down Malcolm's jaw with no shame about the amount of teeth slipped into his kisses.

Jaw led to collarbone, led to chest as Raylan worked his way down Malcolm, kissing and running his palms down his sides in time until he was moving down his yoga tightened stomach. There was no doubting that Malcolm's sharp mind would pick up what was going on, but Raylan didn't let that stop his want or resolve as his lips moved across the cut of Malcolm's hips towards the soft hairs.

[abrightboy]

After 'don't bring my attention to what I'm doing' and then the direction things took, Malcolm had a feeling where it was going and that was one step farther than the last time Raylan took this journey.

If they'd have talked about it, Malcolm might have suggested that he stopped above the waistband last time because he was only comfortable with the conventionally male roles in the bedroom and that that was okay.

And it really was.

But watching him make his way down there was also alluring as hell and Malcolm's breath hitched slightly as Raylan's teeth grazed his pelvis. He hoped that didn't count as not shutting up; he was trying to be good but damn. Raylan had probably felt him twitch against him more than once already.

[tinstar]

It was good, sweet, that Malcolm was okay with it but Raylan burned under his own internal hypocrisy and the conflict it came into with his preferences in the bedroom. He liked doing this, making his partners feel good with all parts of him. The idea of his mouth haunting them while he had casual conversations with him got him going.

He wanted to be okay with this and every twitch of Malcolm's length against his ever more personal skin moved him more towards his resolve and the reward of taking yet another leap off a cliff with Malcolm. Looking up, Raylan ran his tongue up Malcolm's length, unwilling to shy away from it, before he too Malcolm's cock into his mouth, pushing it against the back of his throat and setting to a rhythm that he was used to - that he liked.

He'd see how well that was received.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm was transfixed by the sight of Raylan moving down his body, but when his tongue traveled Malcolm's length, he couldn't help a strangled little sound from the back of his throat, followed by a gasp at the hot moisture that took it in.

The rhythm Raylan set was perfect and Malcolm was careful not to thrust into it, reaching down to grasp a handful of Raylan's hair, giving it a gentle squeeze as he moaned through a wave of arousal that made him squirm a little.

[tinstar]

He was the only one that would ever get to see or feel Raylan on his knees, and any quibbles of worry were washed away by Malcolm's sounds and the gently fisted hand in his hair. It bothered him less now that he was doing it; the overly dramatic buildup in his head hadn't come true - no sky split, no Arlo coming out of the closet to beat him.

Just an amazingly good man who made Raylan feel impossibly happy.It let him relax a little more, movements becoming smoother as his head slowly bobbed, tongue twisting around Malcolm's tip as he withdrew and then sunk his head again.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm was innately aware that this whole situation was a privilege. For a brief moment, as Raylan descended his body, he'd been concerned he was doing it out of a sense of some sort of obligation, but it didn't feel like that and he relaxed into it, too, as much as someone coiled in a building, tightly wound pleasure could relax.

The only other time someone had done this to him, it felt... quick and dirty. This was a very different experience, like going to bed with Raylan generally was. Sex was a different ritual with someone who loved you than when it was just fulfilling a physical need.

His sounds got needier. More urgent. He was drawing near climax. He wasn't completely sure how that was going to go over, but hoped it didn't put him off in a passing thought that quickly left his mind as he gasped Raylan's name.

[tinstar]

Despite the fact that this was the natural end to a blowjob, Raylan also hadn't really thought about was coming (badumtish) and there wasn't much space to do so here. Malcolm's noises and grips were just as effective from above and Raylan couldn't help but want to take him to his full end. Impulse was a terrible, wonderful thing.

He pulled up at the first spurt, hand taking over to help continue Malcolm over his crest, as his other came up to pause and wipe his lips with the back of his hand.

The first coherent thought that flashed through his mind was 'Shit, did I get it in my beard?'

[abrightboy]

Malcolm's abdomen tensed and his grip in Raylan's hair tightened a little as the wave of pleasure shot through him, but he was far too distracted to notice whether Raylan got anything on his face, at least at first. He blinked at the ceiling, breathing heavily for a moment as he flopped back onto his back before sitting up enough to prop himself on his elbows and look for Raylan. He shifted his weight to one elbow when he spotted him, reaching the other hand out for him to come up onto the bed properly so Malcolm could get his hands on him.

[tinstar]

Having the good mind to get up and snag his undershirt with a quick wipe of his hand, stopping to down the last of his scotch in one go before stalking back to the bed and his reaching lover. Raylan met Malcom with a hungry kiss as his off hand wiped up what mess he didn't swallow, chucking it off into the distance so he could run his hand up Malcolm's side.

[abrightboy]

Raylan tasted like salt and scotch and it was divine, or maybe that was just the fact that he clearly still wanted Malcolm after that. Malcolm had harboured the faintest concern that the experience might put Raylan off of him, but his attention had distracted it and the current heated kiss dismissed it entirely.

Malcolm's hand slid up his neck as he met the kiss with equal passion, the fingertips of his other hand coming to rest at Raylan's ribs at first, then his hand flattened out to splay there, then his grip tightened.

He grinned, breathless, as the kiss broke. "Is the moratorium on talking over? Because I need to tell you there's lube in the drawer," he explained, tilting his head towards it, "just like I promised."

[tinstar]

The bed hadn't been broken in yet; he still had work to do. He was still ready and needy himself, half on auto-pilot and having half forgotten that he'd issued some rules for the moment. It was hard to be anything else with Malcolm's hands and fingers propping and pressing against him. There would never be any not wanting Malcolm, not after all this.

Whatever Raylan had to wrestle with himself, he'd do in daylight like always, after the fact.

"Huh?" he asked with a little pinch of his brow before realizing what Malcolm meant and breaking with smile. "Oh, yeah, I suppose it is."

Pulling back and turning on his hip to sit, he tugged the drawer open and got out the new bottle that Malcolm had put in there with a grin as he looked over. "What if I said I wanted you to try out your restraints for something other than night terrors?"

[abrightboy]

He grinned. "I think you'd find me hard pressed to come up with any reason to object," he said. A beat. "Or to come up with any thoughts at all while you're looking at me like that," he added, scooting up the bed a little to reach them.

He picked up one of the cuffs and held it up. "Do you want to strap me in or....?"

[tinstar]

"I would love to strap you in," Raylan answered, face not letting up from whatever it was doing. He didn't know what it was doing but he liked the effect.

"You're on the wrong side though," he said, turning a finger round and round. "Roll over."

He shifted too, one knee on the bed as he strapped one wrist in before he crawled over to Malcolm's left side to do the same there.

"Up on your knees," he continued, voice taking on a slight edge of a commanding tone, but with a familiar husk to his voice. "I want that ass in the air."

[abrightboy]

God, that was hot. Was he supposed to pretend it wasn't thrilling? He was going to be bad at that, but he was face down, so Raylan couldn't see how pleased he was...

He got his knees under him, as directed, pulling the restraints taut for leverage. He could feel his heart beating in a combination of anticipation and excitement.

[tinstar]

No pretending needed; it was hot to watch Malcolm do as he was told and Raylan hummed almost theatrically as he ran a hand over and across Malcolm's ass as he shifted up into position. "You look good like this."

The lube bottle popped open with its own sense of drama in the otherwise quiet room and was swiftly followed by Raylan slapping Malcolm's left cheek. It was a test - how it felt doing it, how Malcolm felt about it, whether or not this was just some twisted fantasy of his that should stay as such.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm's breathing got a little shallow and his back arched a little. It turned him on. He couldn't see Raylan, either, from his vantage point. His imagination was getting a very naughty workout.

[tinstar]

God, that arch was sexy. Raylan smirked and slapped his right cheek a little harder. Balance and all. Malcolm was a strong man, it would take more than two strikes to make him cry out to stop and Raylan couldn't help himself, now given leave, to spank him once more on each cheek. The contrast of the heat of his hand was brought out with a drizzle of the cooler lube over Malcolm's center. Two fingers slid up him, catching the errant drips to smear them across his center before Raylan bothered to slick himself down.

"Parta me wants to light your ass up, make it red and full of my handprints before I fuck you mindless." Instead, he was pushing his slick, firm tip into Malcolm with a tight groan.

[abrightboy]

"One day we'll find out whether my ass or your hand can..." He gasped as Raylan pushed into him, shifting his weight back into him. "...can take more," he managed, tilting his head back.

[tinstar]

That was a fantastic idea and one that Raylan's mind would roll over later, currently otherwise occupied with the overwhelming sensations of sinking into him with a half breathed "Hell," of approval. There was no slow hesitation to the pace he took, though his strokes started long and deep, with a relishing intent.

"God, you're gonna turn me into a dirty pervert, talkin' like that. And here I am tryin' to be respectable," he breathed, gripping Malcolm's hip.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm laughed delightedly. "Wouldn't want you to forget me when I'm back in New York," he breathed, letting his eyes close as moved against Raylan's movements. "If my work gets disturbed by lewd images of you, I can only return the favour..."

[tinstar]

"How could I," Raylan enthused, slapping both Malcolm's cheeks only to immediately collect his flesh in his hands, gripping and massaging them as he lifted and spread him, hips steady in their pace, however deep his strokes became. "With you waiting to greet me when I come home. All smiles and sunshine."

[abrightboy]

"There are few pleasures in life greater than seeing your face," Malcolm informed him breathlessly. "Though you do keep competing with yourself..." he conceded. "This is right up there."