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]

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."

[tinstar]

The chuckle that escaped him slipped into another throat groan of approval as he kept moving. "Can't let you forget me when you go back to New York, right?" he breathed. "Gotta compete against a whole city of pretty faces that get to be there."

It was surprisingly accurate, the words that slipped out. Raylan was a confident guy but part of him worried that New York and all it's beautiful, different faces, coupled with the longer periods of time away from each other, Raylan wanted to press himself into Malcolm's memory however and as much as he could.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm, his head tilted back, his back arched, opened his eyes and tried to catch a glimpse of Raylan, straining against the restraint on that side a little.

"You're your only competition," he panted.

[tinstar]

"Maybe," he breathed back, seating himself hard and swiveling his hips in a circle. "But I'm damned good competition."

Pulling out all of a sudden, Raylan swatted him again a few times, pausing between each one to build up a fraction of suspense before he swung and as soon as he had, he was repositioning himself and sinking back into Malcolm furiously as the heat started coiling along his spine.

"And you need the use."

[abrightboy]

The sounds those slaps got out of him were gutteral and were decidedly not sounds of pain. When Raylan pushed back into him, he rode harder into those movements, moaning into them as they grew more intense.

[tinstar]

Oh this was definitely happening again, but the first rush of it all was a lot for Raylan's senses, even as he rode Malcolm harder to match the way he pushed himself back, properly letting him fall into a 'using' pace.

"Fuck, Malcolm," he warned before his head rolled back and climax racked his body, tensing it tight against him as he unloaded with a strangled gasp of a breath that slipped into a groan as it was let from his lungs. His body moved for a few seconds afterwards, but quickly slowed to a stop as Raylan dropped forward on his hands, head hung as he worked to catch his breath.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm was going to take that as a compliment. He lowered his backside down to rest on his legs, also trying to catch his breath before glancing over his shoulder to look for Raylan.

"The bed's holding up so far," he panted.

[tinstar]

"Good craftsmanship," he replied, no less heavy of breath. With an exhaled 'Oh', Raylan rested his forehead on Malcolm's shoulder for a moment before pulling his hips back enough to withdraw before leaning the weight of his hips back down.

"Good purchase. Should definitely come with us to Florida."

After another second, Raylan rolled over onto his side and uncuffed the closest hand. "You okay?"

[abrightboy]

Malcolm laughed lightly.

"I'm not sure there's a word for how great I feel right now," he said, still a little breathless. He used his newly freed hand to free his other hand, then shifted to lie down with his head in the crook of Raylan's shoulder. "But I am definitely at least okay."

He tilted his head to look up at Raylan. "You? That wasn't... too weird or anything?"

He meant the first part. Raylan didn't seem entirely sure of his comfort at the start.

[tinstar]

He grinned in response as Malcolm turned and tucked in against him, allowing his hand to curl and drape on Malcolm's side. "Good," he breathed, heartbeat drumming loudly in his own ears as much as he imagined it was drumming into Malcolm's through his chest.

The question was a valid one and Raylan knew it was coming, but the answer wasn't as readily available as he would have liked, and his brow pinched a little. "I don't know. How bad was it?"

It didn't really matter how well he'd done; that wasn't the issue.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm's brow pinched in genuine confusion.

"...What? No. It was great; that's not what I meant." He let his eyes wander Raylan's face for a moment. "You still don't want to talk about it?" he guessed. "That's okay," he added quickly, reaching up to brush his thumb along Raylan's jaw. "Just... don't go thinking that it wasn't good. It was great."

[tinstar]

He didn't know how to talk about it, really, and he was an old dog that didn't much care for new tricks. He also didn't want to accidentally get any of his mess all over Malcolm and have a misunderstanding. It didn't have much to do with Malcolm personally, beyond the magic the smaller man wielded in getting Raylan to crack himself open now and then.

"Findin' the right words are hard. I don't want you thinkin' it has anythin' because of you." And because he was a little worried about it getting thrown back at him. "I'm workin' through it. It wasn't terrible," he admitted. "And I quite liked the way you moved."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm nodded. "It's not the sort of thing you've ever talked about," Malcolm recognized. He paused, considering Raylan's face, his thumb still absently stroking back and forth along his jaw. "Can I ask why you wanted to do it? You didn't have to. I'm sure you know you didn't have to. I hope you know I'm more satisfied with our sex life than I realized was actually possible."

[tinstar]

If it wasn't for Malcolm being the way he was, he would have kept it that way too. But part of him also had to recognize that this was something they were doing together, and considering how far out into left field this all was in general for him, a little feedback was helpful.

As was the thumb across his jaw and everything he saw in the pools of blues above him.

"Oral sex is somethin' I've always enjoyed in previous relationships. I want to enjoy it in this one too. But no, I didn't think I had to. You're.. very patient. Non Demanding." It was why he could do it, but no matter how open they got, he still wasn't ready to be quite that honest.

[abrightboy]

"I'm happy. It all comes from that place," he said, ducking his head with a smile. He lifted his eyes to find Raylan's face again, but after scanning it for a moment, he didn't ask another question. He pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. "I know there's some speculation as to whether I'm sane, but that woman..." He gestured towards the door, a vague Winona-ish direction, "is crazy. I could never let you go," he murmured.

[tinstar]

"Is that what comes with happiness?" he asked with a pinched brow and a slightly self deprecating tone. The kiss was met with a softening of his features back into a smile and then, as Malcolm continued, a scoff.

"She lets everyone think I left her unless pressed," he admitted, head rolling back to look at the ceiling. "But sometimes I wonder if she wasn't right to. If we're not.. hopeless for tryin' to have somethin' normal with the way our lives are."

[abrightboy]

"What's 'normal'?" Malcolm pointed out. "I'm sure it's not a prerequisite for happiness, whatever it is. It sounds like a great big pile of other people's expectations to me. I'm tired as hell of what other people think I should want or be or do. Do you know who doesn't try to change me or 'fix' me? You. It's the freshest air I've ever breathed. If you love someone the way they are, then what's stopping you from making a life with them? Your job was an excuse, Raylan, because the reason you do the job is fundamentally part of who you are. And you're still a great partner and a great dad. Because of who you are, not in spite of it. It's not stopping you from having those things in your life. You have those things in your life." He gestured around. "An important thing to note in our apartment while the baby sleeps in the next room," he pointed out with a smile.