Raylan smiled back as money exchanged hands and he slipped out of the car after Malcolm. Once Malcolm unlocked the door and led the way up the stairs, he locked the door behind them and followed. When they got to the top landing, Raylan grabbed Malcolm's elbow to stop him as he stepped up onto the landing with him.

"Look, about tonight.." Hazel eyes moved back and forth between Malcolm's. What the hell was he thinking? What the hell else was he going to say? The hand on Malcolm's arm had been a bad idea; it was a gateway touch. Something that he'd done to countless other men without the same shot of adrenaline to his veins. Or the sudden swell of scotch and tension. The only hint of what was coming was the briefest glance down at Malcolm's lips before he was pushing forward, roughly stealing a kiss as he pushed him against the door with a hungry, almost drunk weight.