The Lengths That I Would Go To

[abrightboy]

The killer was moving around the country. Malcolm Bright could see the pattern, but he wasn't working for the FBI these days and they weren't exactly taking his calls. Short sighted of them, but they did fire him on suspicion of being crazy. The NYPD's jurisdiction was New York. With the killer beyond its borders, they handed it upwards and left it at that.

Let it go, Bright, had been Gil's sage advice. You can't catch every killer in America single-handedly.

Challenge accepted, some part of him retorted, though he'd only nodded mutely and forced a smile. Gil knew he hadn't simply let it go, but he wasn't going to have him followed to stop him doing anything stupid, either. He didn't have the will or the resources to keep tabs on Malcolm Bright 24/7 and Malcolm Bright knew it.

His mother, on the other hand, had extensive resources, so he simply didn't tell her he was leaving town. He did arrange for Ainsley to feed his bird, so the truth would come out eventually, but he'd be several states away by then.

He rode the bus. There was something oddly comforting about the anonymity of being in a crowd of strangers who had no interest in him whatsoever. He stared out the window and watched the country go by. When he stepped off the Greyhound in Lexington, Kentucky, he walked to a nearby hotel and checked in, then headed straight to the US Marshals office. There was no point in trying to talk to the FBI. If he was going to stop a killer from killing again, he needed someone in law enforcement to listen to him. The pattern suggested the next murder would happen in one of the rural communities around Lexington and it would be precipitated by a young woman's disappearance. He needed law enforcement with local knowledge, specifically.

He wandered into the Marshals' offices in a tidy three piece suit, charcoal grey with a burgundy tie perfectly knotted at his collar. He got a few suspicious sidelong glances but nobody asked if they could help him. He cleared his throat.

"Um, hello? I'm wondering if there's anyone here I can talk to about murder." He held up his hands. "Stopping murder, specifically, not... like... smalltalk."

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[tinstar]

"It does," Raylan assured, not wanting to have made Malcolm think differently. "And I don't want to leave you feeling that way either." He'd never planned on kissing Malcolm in the first place; they weren't even supposed to be here. But here they were, anyway.

"You deserve better than that." Better than Raylan, really. Trusting himself to impulse, Raylan reached out for Malcolm, a hand at his waist tugging him closer. "Better than some foolish idiot who doesn't know what he's doing or how to do it." Not the technical ins and outs, though Raylan had some questions, but how to be okay with doing it at all.

"Tell me tonight will be okay, whatever happens. Tell me it's okay to kiss you and want more."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiled faintly, letting himself be drawn closer by the hand at his waist.

"Lots of people have told me all the nice things I 'deserve' when they were leaving," he remarked mildly. "Let's just... have nice things and let them be what they are," he suggested as an alternative. "That will always be okay." He took Raylan's face in both hands and leaned in with a lingering, more tender than heated kiss to start with.

[tinstar]

"I'm not leavin' yet," he pointed out. "But I like the sound of that," he muttered as he was drawn back down into the tender exploratory press of their lips. With a breath, Raylan turned them so that the island was behind him and Malcolm against him, freeing his off hand to come around Malcolm's waist.

He could do with some easy.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm deepened the kiss this time, his hands sliding down Raylan's jaw and neck, his thumbs sliding around the inside of his collar to start undoing his shirt buttons from the top. He was not unaware of the firm contours his hands moved slowly over as he found each button by feel, one at a time.

[tinstar]

Raylan took a deeper breath in as Malcolm's hands started to wander, opening his mouth to Malcolm as his hands found their way onto Malcolm's skin again to enjoy the solid, silken heat rolling off him. A half second was taken to unbutton his cuffs behind Malcolm's back before he went back to lazy enjoyment, hands roaming aimlessly before finding the bottom of Malcolm's shirt and unbuttoning it as well, one by one.

Malcolm would finish before Raylan would, leaving the taller man more bare but happy enough to peel off his shirt with a brief break of their lips. As he came back in, Raylan tugged Malcolm's bowtie free an popped the top button, the only one that he'd missed in his attempt.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm eagerly shrugged out of his own shirt, tossing it aside before reaching for Raylan again, pressing against him, one hand sliding up his chest and around his neck as their lips met again, the other sliding down around his ribs to his waist.

[tinstar]

There was a rough kind of groan from Raylan as their bare chests came together and his hand cupped around Malcolm's face as he leaned into the kiss, off hand keeping their hips together as his own lifted a little in response to Malcolm's touch. His fingers found Malcolm's pant line and played with the skin there, not brave enough to be the first to pop pants buttons, but enjoying everything they were doing, regardless.

Even Raylan's body wasn't sure what it wanted, besides more bare contact. He was flying as blind as a virgin at the moment, and willingly losing himself to it.

[abrightboy]

The kiss broke for the moment and Malcolm was once again breathless, staying pressed up against him, looking up into his eyes.

"This is okay? You're okay?" he panted.

Malcolm wasn't wildly experienced, but he knew what they could do that would be satisfying and not intimidating. If Raylan wanted to go that far. He knew the other man had some hesitation and checking in seemed like a good idea, as much as he wanted - in that moment - to just keep kissing him for... just... months without stopping.

[tinstar]

"I'm okay," he replied uneven with his own breathlessness, grateful for the question and the consideration, recognising that they were about to go over another cliff even as he bent down again to kiss Malcolm again briefly. "I want you, somehow. Show me how."

There was a limit to how far he'd go right now, all due to his own inexperience and mental stops but he couldn't ignore the pulling need for more and he draw Malcolm back into a deep kiss as he aimed to curl himself around the man, the weight of it all sending them backwards a few steps from the island towards the couch.

[abrightboy]

He nodded, but was soon caught up in another kiss and let Raylan steer him through the apartment easily. On the way to the couch, he reached for Raylan's waistband, fumbling buttons open as they moved without breaking contact or the kiss.

[tinstar]

With a faint jump of a shiver in the low of his stomach as Malcolm's knuckles brush against him and opened too hot skin to the cool air of the apartment, Raylan stopped them against the arm of the couch and broke the kiss with a rough little sound he himself didn't hear. It was only to pull back a fraction and look down to locate where the hell the button and latch that should precede it on Malcolm's pants were before popping them and toeing off his shoes that were mindlessly pushed out of his way and under the couch.

As lean as Raylan was, the waist of his pants against his hips was normally the only thing keeping his pants on if he didn't have a belt. The well tailored trousers were a little better, but once the button was popped, it was something else entirely that was keeping them held up - the choice to not wear anything under his suit had been a good one.

[abrightboy]

If, by 'good', he meant 'arousing', he was correct.

When he broke the kiss, Malcolm blinked up at him with a little "Hm?", but felt his hands fumbling at his pants and looked down. "Oh. Yes. Right," he gasped before pressing against him to meet his mouth again, his hands just as eagerly pushing fabric down over Raylan's hips.

[tinstar]

Yes, right - Raylan was used to one button and a zipper, but once he got past the first two, he could go back to kissing Malcolm like he was starved for him and let his hands take back over. Pushing Malcolm's pants down and kicking off his own, Raylan didn't hesitate in pulling them together with a sharp inhale through their kiss at the rush of skin on skin, his hands taking to enjoying the unbroken swath of Malcolm's back and ass for a long moment.

With a shake to his breath, Raylan's right hand drifted forward, running the backs of his fingers across the front of Malcolm's hip before moving almost indulgently slow down his legs. God, he was soft in all the best ways and firm in all of them too.

[abrightboy]

In the time it took Malcolm's trousers and underwear to hit the floor in a pool around his feet, he'd already forgotten about them. If he tried to take a step, he'd probably trip over them. For the time being, though, he was content to let his fingers wander down the lean ridges of Raylan's chest and stomach. As Raylan's hand shifted around Malcolm's hip and lingered there, Malcolm glanced up at Raylan's face, checking in before proceeding.

"Okay?" he murmured.

Just to make sure.

[tinstar]

This time, Raylan needed the brief break from Malcolm's lips and the heady heat of their kiss, hazel eyes staying low as he looked over the angles of Malcolm's neck, the definition of his chest and the cut of his hips. His fingers drifted up and down over that long patch of Malcolm's skin, throat bobbing with a faint lift of his chin as he swallowed thickly again.

Nodding mutely, Raylan finally lifted his still hungry gaze back up to meet Malcolm's, wanting to watch the reaction of his wandering knuckles as the vertical path took to a horizontal one, unfamiliar fingers drifting into the soft hair to find and drift up Malcolm's cock, half touching his own as he went.

"Tell me if I do somethin' wrong," he said, words only managing to get through the tightness in his throat.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm's eyelid fluttered at the contact and he sucked in a breath.

"You...you can't really do anything... wrong," he said breathlessly.

He took Raylan's hand.

"Here, let me show you something..." he said softly, wrapping Raylan's hand around both their cocks, then his own hand over top of it, guiding it in a slow, experimental stroke and then another.

He looked up at Raylan's face.

[tinstar]

Fuck, Malcolm was beautiful. Raylan had him pegged as an attractive type fellow when he'd ambled into the Lexington Marshal's offices and over their couple of cases and the time they'd spent together, Raylan figured he'd just about seen most of Malcolm's faces, from the manic enthusiasm to the chill profiler's calm with a knife to his throat, to the screaming terrified kid in a man's body that he had to many too many feelings about, but watching that flutter and the way Malcolm's shoulder's tensed with that inhale cemented the idea for all it was. This was going to be something that played a lot in Raylan's head, when he might allow it in the quiet moments of the rest of his life.

Letting Malcolm guide his hand, Raylan looked down and gently grabbed hold of their combined girth. This he could do. Every man knew how to handle himself and Raylan was sure that those baselines were pretty fucking universal. No, the weirdest part about it was the subtle throb of Malcolm's heartbeat that he could feel through his cock, that he was sure would vanish under more intense sensations later. His brow flicked in a pinch, mouth coming open a little before he bit at the back of his lip to keep it shut as his palm caught a bit of his own precum, adding a short but noticeable streak of slick against their skin.

When Raylan looked back to Malcolm, it was for nothing more than to note where he was so he could plant his lips appropriately back on Malcolm's.

[abrightboy]

He met those lips with a messy enthusiasm. Raylan seemed to have a handle on things, as it were, so Malcolm slid his hand up over his hip and around to his ass, then up the small of his back, his other hand resting on the firm contours of his chest.

[tinstar]

Raylan's fist moved steadily, gaining a sense for so much in one hand and keeping the pressure on the lighter side - there was nothing great about friction burns, but right now it and every other touch they were sharing was too good to stop just yet. Malcolm's hand on the small of his back made Raylan struggle between wanting to be right against him and wanting to keep exploring their combined shape, earning him a nice curve of Raylan's body as he balanced that out.

With a subtle shiver, Raylan broke the kiss but there was no chance of him going anywhere or too far away from Malcolm's lips. "You're gonna have to bring out whatever fancy liquid silk passes for lotion. If being a teenager taught me anything." The streak of precum that had been slick a few pumps before had already dissipated and he wanted to enjoy this to it's fullest.

[abrightboy]

"Oh right," he panted, swallowing hard. His lack of preparation for this was coming into view: he had not been expecting to get laid. "Bathroom." He glanced over his shoulder. It was so far away.

[tinstar]

It was a full agonizingly delightful pump of his hand around them before Raylan was pulling Malcolm forward a little, kissing him with the same kind of easy hot passion he was touching them with before almost gently disengaging as he sat his weight as bare ass back onto the couch arm.

"Better that you go get it," he said, trying to be sultry with a little peek of a grin. "I wanna enjoy the view."

[abrightboy]

"Hm?" For the briefest second, Malcolm thought he meant out the window, but he was too embarrassed to say so. "Oh. Right." He stepped back a few steps, then - with the heat of Raylan's body fading on him - he turned and padded into the bathroom, riffled through a drawer, and then headed back. He paused as he was passing the kitchen island, picking up Raylan's new hat and putting it on his head. It was a little big, but it sat okay on him, though he was keenly aware he couldn't possibly look as dashing in it as its owner did. He picked up the front affirmation card from its holder and started walking again as he read it.

"I am the architect of my life; I build its foundation and choose its contents." With a faint shrug that was mostly in his face, he tossed it over his shoulder. "Sounds sensible to me." He tossed the tube in his other hand to Raylan before he reached him.

[tinstar]

And what a view it was. Raylan watched the very shapely man with a new appreciation as he rolled himself to lean against the back of the couch, and wasn't able to think about anything other than the yoga Malcolm did in the mornings. He'd worked for such a nice ass.

The sudden snatch up of his hat made Raylan crack a broader grin that rolled into a chuckle at the somehow haughty, perfectly New York way Malcolm moved wearing nothing but his hat and the unbothered way he read and flicked away the daily affirmation card. If he didn't know better, Malcolm could have been completely clothed and walking down the street, perfectly at ease with his own everything.

Raylan caught the bottle as he stood back to full height, appraising the hat. "Could do with a size smaller for ya," he admitted, tilting his head a little to push the brim up with a single finger and bring the rest of Malcolm's face into view. "But it doesn't look bad. Even if I can still see you in a suit wearin' it."

Still grinning, he lifted it off Malcolm's head and put it on his own, complete with the little flick of his head needed to get his sex mussed hair under it and not out the sides. "C'mere," he said, off hand free now to slide back over Malcolm's hip. "Let's sit down." Moving around to the front of the couch, Raylan dropped the bottle on the leather next to him before he sat himself, hands eager to receive Malcolm's weight and pick up where they left off.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm slid into Raylan's lap, a knee on each side of his hips, giving them a little squeeze with his legs as his hands slid up over his shoulders and over the back of the couch so he could lean in and kiss him again without dislodging his hat.

Definitely more dashing on its owner.

[tinstar]

Raylan lifted his chin a little, lips curling as Malcolm slid over him and his own spreading up and over Malcolm's legs before curing around the high of his ass and around the small of his back. The kiss nudged the hat back a little on Raylan's head anyway but not near enough to knock it off.

He let his hands wander lazily in their kiss until it deepened again, stirring his need back into the forefront. His right came around to brush up Malcolm's stomach and chest before coming back down to collect their cocks in one hand. Reluctantly, his left hand left Malcolm's hip to draw the cold lotion bottle against the man's leg. The click of the lid opening would have felt like it echoed if it weren't for their heavy breaths filling the apartment.