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No One's Born Broken

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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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Malcolm's kisses always left a softness over Raylan's face, and this one hadn't broken yet since he'd gotten home, but in the quiet, non heated moments, kisses made it even more obvious as he watched Malcolm wash him.

"Don't think about it. And if you've gotta, think about it like work. We'll go off to it. And we'll come home from it. You're just.. taking a little longer to make it home than I am," he offered back just as softly. "It'll be over before you know it."

He nodded, taking a breath before stepping closer to reach around Raylan's back with the soap, between his shoulderblades and down over his ass.

"Right. Just. Going to do my duty and then straight back home."

Raylan hummed a suggestive kind of note as Malcolm soaped his ass, sliding his hands over Malcolm's shoulders to drape there lazily.

"And if you need remindin' that I'm still here waitin' for ya, I am happy to reiterate your very romantic fate. Few months, maybe more, we'll be breakin' our lease and moving down south. A whole life, right there for the havin'."

That definitely brought the smile back to his face. All of it: the sound Raylan made, his touch, the reminder.

"I can't believe it's so close," he said, crouching to run the suds over Raylan's legs just the way he'd done.

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.

Malcolm would be thinking that thought on the way home, most likely. Or when he was trying to sleep the next night.

He got to his feet, his hand still sudsy as it slipped around the back of Raylan's neck while he leaned into a tender, lingering kiss.

"Since keeping my eye on the ball in this case is keeping my eye on you, that's a task I can handle."

For all the rinsing Malcolm had done, the front of him was promptly resuded as Raylan pulled him against him so he could match that kiss the way he wanted to. Like they could stay here forever if they were sweet enough about it.

"Then we're all set."

It wouldn't make the morning easier but for now, it was a nice blanket to drape around their shoulders.

Turning them, Raylan stepped back into the water and let Malcolm start rinsing him off, helping by using the offcasting water to clean up the reapplication of soap their kiss had deposited.

Once they were all rinsed off, Malcolm reached for the towels, handing one to Raylan before taking one for himself.

He toweled his hair off first, leaving it touseled and damp while he dried off the rest of himself.

"Do you want another drink before bed?" Malcolm asked, glancing over.

Taking the towel, Raylan followed a similar suit, only really drying off his legs and undercarriage with a brief swipe over his chest before wrapping the towel around his waist with a nod.

"Yeah, I think I would actually." It would help him keep his mind off the idea that he was going to wake up alone in a bed again. "You going out there to pour it or should I? Are you havin' one?"

Malcolm nodded. "Thought you might want to check on the baby while I pour."

He pressed a kiss to Raylan's mouth.

"I'll have one with you."

He dropped his towel on the floor and wandered back to the bedroom to get dressed for bed and pour the drinks.

Raylan nodded, hand slipping around Malcolm's waist briefly as he was kissed and taking a long second to enjoy the view of Malcolm's shapely bare ass wiggling away from him. Shaking his head with a little breath, Raylan followed and only bothered to pull on his sleep pants with no boxers before he followed Malcolm out.

All he needed was a long seconds peek over Willa's playpen to catch and gauge the steady rise and fall of her chest.

With a smile, Raylan reached down and brushed a little wisp of her hair off her forehead before rising back up and meeting back up with Malcolm to take his glass as they came back into the bedroom. "Sleepin' like the baby she is," he promised as he quietly closed the door behind them.

Malcolm nodded, taking a sip of his scotch.

It was good that somebody could sleep.

He lingered close to Raylan for a moment, then stepped into him, wrapping his free arm tightly around the Marshal's middle, resting his head at his collarbone.

It was. Raylan hoped that Malcolm would join them in it, at least for a little while.

He saw the slight hesitation, the decision of if to give into emotion again and was glad to welcome Malcolm into his arms, wrapping his free one around in turn to hold him tightly.

"What time do you leave tomorrow," he finally asked in a low, private tone. The glass in his hand made him a little braver to the asking, a comfort that had held him for many years.

"My flight is at six-thirty," he said, slightly muffled by Raylan's skin.

"Should probably get a taxi for five-thirty." He lifted his head. "Can I lay down with you until then?"

"Only if it's okay that I fall asleep at some point." Raylan shifted, bringing his hand up to cup Malcolm's face, drawing him into a gentle, chaste kiss. "Wake me up before you go. I don't want to miss saying goodbye and makin' sure you get in that taxi safe."

He nodded. "I'll try to sleep, too," he said.

He knew Raylan worried about that.

He kissed him again and then one more time then buried his face in his shoulder for a moment before taking another sip of scotch.

This felt like the longest they'd gone so far being silent with each other and Raylan let it linger around them, the taste of a fresh sip of scotch on his tongue for a long few minutes. Raylan kept his arm around Malcolm, an easy consistent weight until it wasn't enough again.

Downing the rest of his drink, Raylan broke away to set his glass down. "Come lay down with me. We don't have to sleep yet; I just want to hold you." The offer came with an outstretched hand and a soft sadness in his eyes.

Malcolm went with him more than willingly.

"Don't let me fall asleep without restraints," he said, crawling onto the bed with him, curling up against him and nestling his head in Raylan's shoulder after placing soft kisses on his neck there.

Raylan wrapped his arms around Malcolm, lazily tangling their legs together so they could fit all of them in one space, settling with a deep breath and a kiss into Malcolm's hair. This felt better.

"Don't let me fall asleep without not letting you fall asleep," he joked quietly. He desperately wanted, one night, to go to sleep with Malcolm like this, the way Raylan was used to. But things like that took time, so he'd enjoy being able to now.

"It's gonna be okay darlin'." Maybe that was for both of them.

Every time he thought it couldn't be harder to leave, it was harder to leave.

God, it was tempting to forego the restraints and just stay like this. It felt safe. But the overarching fear that he could hurt Raylan in that state still held him back.

He nodded at Raylan's reassurance. It did make him feel calmer. Raylan's voice made him feel calmer. The way he said 'darlin'' made him feel calmer. He lifted his head to look at his face for a moment, then pressed a soft kiss to his mouth and laid his head down again.

They laid there for a good 45 minutes before Raylan caught himself starting to drift off, coming back to wakefulness with a sharp inhale. If he was serious about not letting Malcolm hurt him, he really did have to follow through with the promise to not let the man go to sleep.

Pulling back a little, Raylan peered at the angles of Malcolm's face in the night's light.

"You still awake down there," he rumbled softly.

"Hmm?" he mumbled, stirring. He'd also been drifting off. His eyes snapped open as he realized. "Oh." He turned and fumbled for the far cuff. "Thank you," he said as he slipped it on and worked at buckling it.

Working out the one nearest to him, Raylan helped him strap in and covered them back up, curling as close as he could and breathing out a deep sigh again.

"I love you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Malcolm's shoulder. It felt like Malcolm should know before they both passed back out. The four o'clock hour would come far too soon and the now empty day looming ahead of them still gnawed behind the dawn.

The restraints jangled as he reached for Raylan in return, grasping his arm where it came across him.

"I love you, too," he whispered. "I'll be back soon."

By the time the alarm went off, Malcolm hadn't even had time for a night terror. The noise jolted him awake, but he was grounded quickly by the comforting weight of Raylan's arm. He rolled just a little, just enough to kiss Raylan's shoulder, before rolling the other way to pick up his phone and turn off the alarm.

As much as Raylan's body desperately wanted for him to be knocked out for a significantly longer time, Malcolm's alarm and all the shifting that came with it woke him up too, breathing in deeply as Malcolm kisses his shoulder and letting it out in a quiet, passing groan of protest as he rolled over.

No, he was going to stay right here, cracked eyes watching what he could of Malcolm as he moved around.

"You'll text me when you land, right? Let me know you made it in one piece?"

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