The Road Home

[abrightboy]

Raylan's loose ends had been tied in Kentucky and Malcolm's were as tantalizingly close as they'd ever been. He and Raylan made the trip to New York with the intent of discovering the fate of the girl in the box, so they could head down to Miami without... baggage.

They would have to start with the revelation Jessica and Ainsley had made to Malcolm right before Raylan was shot, sending Malcolm back to Kentucky: that Eve had infiltrated the Whitly family to learn more about the Surgeon's victims.

Malcolm let them into the New York loft - a space he considered theirs now, more than his, since they decided they might weather the hurricane season there after moving to Miami - smiling as Sunshine tweeted greetings. Once the door was shut behind Raylan, he opened the door of her cage. Ainsley would have fed her diligently, but nobody would have let her out to fly. Sunshine took off across the loft and Malcolm grinned, watching her go.

He looked at Raylan. "We can still bring her with us when we leave, right?"

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[abrightboy]

Raylan definitely knew the right triggers to calm Malcolm down. Things were happening. Bad things. He saw Malcolm’s father poke a man’s eyes out that afternoon while grinning like a maniac. The Whitlys, apparently, had a powerful enemy that most of them never asked for. The girl in the box was out there somewhere.

And he still wanted to get married. That life by the ocean… the sort of life that he could never hope would be in his future… it was within reach.

“I have a lot of ideas for the reception,” Malcolm told him, slipping his arms around Raylan’s neck. “For the music and the food. Something informal but… memorable.”

[tinstar]

It had been a long day and Malcolm had spent most of it on the edge of his proverbial seat or literally beating on windows. Raylan was only a bystander and he was a little exhausted; Malcolm's system had to need a break. What better than serotonin.

What he'd seen today changed nothing beyond reaffirming how good a soul Malcolm was. To still care if something happened to his father despite it all. How he managed it, Raylan wasn't quite sure.

"We're still gonna have it on the back porch of a house we don't have yet, right? I really like that idea. Make it personal since.." He smirked a little. "I'd definitely call it that."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm nodded, a contented smile on an otherwise tired face.

“By the pool,” he confirmed. “Hopefully nobody will get so drunk they fall in,” he laughed. He looked up at Raylan for a moment, studying his face like he didn’t want to forget it. “Maybe I can help you with cases sometimes,” he says. “And if people know who I am, it’ll be ‘the Marshal’s husband’.”

What a better title to have than ‘the Surgeon’s son’. Something to be proud of.

[tinstar]

Raylan smiled back and watched the creases move across Malcolm's face. There would never be an end to Malcolm's issues, but they were looking towards better things and better days, and Raylan didn't want anyone else next to him.

"Oh there's gonna be a few drunk people. Otherwise, we aren't havin' the right kinda fun." There was no self-consciousness about his kind of people or what might happen, he knew that Malcolm wouldn't be offended by it.

"I can't wait you know," he said sincerely. "To get you out from under all this, to get us on a path towards the rest of our lives. And I'd love your help with cases. Can't let that beautiful mind get eaten up by bordom and suit fittings, mm?"

Malcolm was his best, his sharpest, his most alive when he was solving a case. Raylan didn't want to get in the way of that. They were going to do this together. All of it.

[abrightboy]

That made Malcolm smile again.

“Gil said I can still do some consulting for the NYPD by video conference. I might introduce myself to Miami Dade PD, too. But. Even Gil doesn’t use me every day. Maybe I can tutor Willa.”

[tinstar]

"We'll find a way to keep you busy. Florida's got so many pies for you to put your fingers into darlin' and, ya know, as I hear, those first years are awful busy." Smiling, Raylan pressed a kiss on Malcolm's forehead.

"Drink your tea. I'm gonna go shower, unless you'd like me to wait so you can join me. I happen to owe you several kisses."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm’s smile broadened and brightened. He looked at the tea and then at Raylan and then at the tea and then at Raylan.

“I want to go with you,” he said, reaching for his tea to drink it quickly.

[tinstar]

Raylan's smile spread to match, beaming at Malcolm's eagerness even as his hips tilted forwards a little.

"Don't burn off the tastebuds that you don't use. Bring it with you, sip. And you can watch me start the water and strip."

And then he could unburden his fiancée of his tea cup and his clothes.

[abrightboy]

And his worries. And his neverending reel of mental horror movies. At least for a little while.

"Deal!" he laughed, following Raylan into the bathroom with both hands wrapped around his cup. "Use the sage shampoo," Malcolm told him, gesturing towards the shelf with a tilt of his head. "It's something new I'm trying."

[tinstar]

"I feel like you're usin' me as a guinue pig," he teased as he eyed Malcolm sidelong, his long fingers moving quickly down the buttons of his shirt before tugging his tie the rest of the way off. The items were cast to the side almost lazily as his smile curled, fingers turning to the belt buckle that kept the rest of his a-line undershirt as half tucked in as it was.

"You're lucky all the stuff you buy smells so good."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiled behind his cup and took a sip.

“Maybe it’s an elaborate psychological ploy,” he suggested coyly. “Scent has a strong association to memory. More than any other sense. Perhaps I’m ensnaring you forever by introducing scents to what I hope to be good memories and then smelling like them later.”

[tinstar]

Raylan chuckled as his pants were shucked and his a-line shirt pulled off, boxers following short after so he and his lean frame ambled towards Malcolm, eyes glinting and lips curling with a gentle, devilish pleasure as he carefully removed the tea cup from his fiancee's hands.

"You don't need any scents or ploys to catch what you've already got," he said, the cup set down to one side so that Raylan could start working on undressing Malcolm, one high class button at a time. Waistcoat, tie, shirt, it all seemed to fall away as Raylan continued talking.

"But it does mean that every time I smell sage or your lavender, I start thinkin' about you, if I wasn't already before." As Raylan got down to the last of the buttons on Malcolm's shirt, he leaned in to brush their lips together before kissing the smaller man with a quiet fierceness.

Malcolm was due MANY kisses.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm’s eyes studied Raylan’s face with the quiet intensity of devotion while he talked and unbuttoned, hands drifting to Raylan’s shoulders, down over his collarbone as he met the kiss.

“So the ploy is going super well, then,” he noted breathlessly, arms sliding up around Raylan’s neck as he collected another of those kisses. “Thank you for being here,” he whispered in its wake. “Thank you for… being.”

[tinstar]

He loved being touched and hummed behind it as leaned into the kisses, slowly guiding Malcolm towards the shower before stopping so that his fingers could tug free the belt and two buttons that held his trousers together as he spoke.

"You're the one that came to Kentucky and swept into my life. I should be thanking you." The pants were shoved down and Raylan slid his hands up to push the shirt off Malcolm's shoulders. "Lettin' me into your heart and your house and your life. Yeah," he continued, keeping their faces close, hazel eyes softly serious, "It's messy and ugly and chaotic. But I would rather be here than literally anywhere else in the world, getting honored by bein' allowed to take you into the shower and then, bed."

His lips curled. "Unless you get peckish and we order some food."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm's face warmed into a soft smile, easily moved, easily led around the room, hands lingering on Raylan's body.

His breath was already a little shallow with excitement and arousal. He was already a little flushed, though the hot water hadn't hit him yet.

"You might have to be in charge of being hungry," he admitted. He stole another kiss. "Though maybe I'll work up to an appetite."

[tinstar]

"Oh I'm hungry," Raylan muttered, sliding an arm around Malcolm's waist to secure the man from any chances of not being right against the Marshal where he belonged as he kissed him again, breaking it with a grin and a glance to the side as he turned on and adjusted the water.

"In more ways than one, if I'm bein' honest. Think you can point me to a delivery service that might be able to bring somethin' up? Otherwise, I'm gonna ask if you wanna come on the very boring trip down to one of the bodegas. Those sandwiches are pretty damned good."

[abrightboy]

“We’re getting delivery,” Malcolm tells him almost dreamily, fingers fidgeting along Raylan’s collarbone with one hand and down his tricep with the other. No way the Marshal was leaving Malcolm’s arms’ reach tonight. “Anything you want.”

[tinstar]

"Hmmm, I knew I loved you for a reason," he teased, selfishly kissing Malcolm again before breaking to steer him gently into the shower and under the stream.

"But for right now, all I wanna know is where you find the time to go huntin' down new scents and brands of it for us to try - I've been stayin' with you long enough to know you never visit a grocery store for your toiletries."

Could you even imagine.

[abrightboy]

A breathy laugh bubbles out of Malcolm.

“I order them online. From a company that makes small batches of health and beauty products by hand.” He runs his hands up through Raylan’s hair. “No artificial fragrances.”

[tinstar]

"Nothin' artificial here," he murmured, eyes half lidding at Malcolm's fingers in his hair, his own drifting back and forth over the small of Malcolm's back through the streaming water. "Well you got me, scent memories and all."

Part of him wanted to ask, to reverify that Malcolm was okay, but the larger part of him knew that no matter the answer, he helped.

"Get your hair wet and we'll press in some more."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm outright grins and tilts his head back into the water.

Raylan did help. He always helped. He was more help than anything ever has been.

“Maybe I’ll find new, thematic scents when we move to Miami. Tropical flowers.” His grin broadens. “Oranges!”

[tinstar]

Raylan chuckled. "And Coconut, Mai Tai," he suggested with his lazy timber as he reached over to grab a bottle of shampoo, not paying much mind to the scent he grabbed. Everything that was in here was good. With a few pumps into his hands, he set the bottle back and started the ritual of the shower.

"I'll trust you on anythin more floral than that. Just nothin' too overpowering. I hate gettin' trapped with those guys in elevators."

[abrightboy]

"I would never make you elevator offensive," Malcolm assured him. "Strong cologne is for the nouveau riche," he sniffed with mock-haughtiness. He couldn't maintain the facade, though, and dissolved into a laugh, steadying himself with fingers on Raylan's abdomen for reference as he closed his eyes to keep the shampoo out of them. "Besides, if you're skulking around in the forest hunting a fugitive, we don't want them to smell you from a mile away."

[tinstar]

Their laugh filled their shower, deep and tickled at Malcolm's mock-haughtiness as Raylan's fingers worked the suds into Malcolm's hair.

"That's a very true point. Can't have them sniffin' me out and ruining my element of surprise. Thankfully, none of 'em are familar with the scent of you. Which is my favorite scent."

Winona had once said she hated going in smelling like Raylan. Meanwhile, he loved going in smelling like a sweet mix of himself and Malcolm.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm wouldn’t have agreed with her on that, either. He liked that mark on him. The feeling of Raylan wrapped around him that catching that scent on himself brought.

Once he was rinsed off, he steered Raylan around to where he’d been standing and took down a bottle, squeezing out some shampoo and working it through Raylan’s hair.

“Are you still getting any dizzyness or headaches?” he asked, gently massaging over the mark from the bullet at the Marshal’s hairline.