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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[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.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm closed his eyes for a moment as the bottle touched his skin, letting his head fall back as his breath came fast and shallow, lifting suddenly at the pop of the cap. The anticipation of sensation was its own delicious brand of overwhelming.

[tinstar]

There was something amazingly hot about that drop back of Malcolm's head, and Raylan was almost reluctant to look down so he could make as little as mess as possible, hissing with a soft breath at the contrast of temperatures and groaning tightly from the back of his throat at the new level of slickness around them. With that help, Raylan could pump them a little more quickly in a tighter fist. With a click of the lid and his free hand, Raylan reached up for Malcolm, pulling him back down into a hungry kiss as his hand worked their lengths.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm gasped at Raylan's grip, the heat of Raylan's cock and Raylan's hand against the cool of the lotion on his skin and as his mouth met Raylan's again, a gutteral, needy sound broke from his throat.

[tinstar]

His strokes weren't frantic or meant to race them towards any edge, and he kept them evenly measured as he turned his hand a little with some of his strokes, letting their tips push through the ring of his fingers together. He was nothing if not attentive, even to himself. There was a lot more here to enjoy than the happy ending.

He couldn't bring himself to break the kiss yet but when it finally did, Raylan slid his hand down Malcolm's neck, thumb brushing along his collarbone and the inner edge of his throat as dark unwavering eyes watched him in all his short breathed, needy glory.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm's pupils were blown with pleasure and he couldn't help bucking his hips against Raylan's hand just a little, his hands sliding down his shoulders and back up and across them, meeting his gaze and holding it.

[tinstar]

Raylan kept his pace, dark eyes locked on Malcolm's too blue ones, no mind give to what, technically they were doing, and more to what he was feeling.

"Part of me has wanted to kiss you to lookin' just like that since the first night you spent with me," he admitted roughly, stomach jerking slightly at the buck of Malcolm's hips. That's what he wanted, the taste for it somehow left on his tongue without a kiss to put it there.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm was, quite frankly, undone. His hair was tousled and starting to fall in his eyes with each restless motion. Kiss bruised and giddy in the light of affection and touch. The reveal surprised him.

"Really?" he gasped breathlessly. "...I wouldn't have guessed." And he was pretty good at reading people.

But maybe not about that. He didn't assume anyone was interested in him like that. He didn't think he brought a lot to the table that people would want on the table.

[tinstar]

"Then I'm doin' my job," Raylan managed, hand still moving and his own hips lifting into the motion now as his free hand gripped at Malcolm's waist, too aware of the hat that sat back on his head. He'd already said so much, he didn't doubt that Malcolm understood, but the slip had been a deep secret of his that was only appropriate to share now. Else, never.

Malcolm deserved to feel attractive and loved and wanted and Raylan knew full well what to do with those sympathetic feelings; jar them like Helen's preserves and put them on some back shelf to be forgotten about.

With a rough grunt of a breath, Raylan slid his hand back around Malcolm's neck and pulled him down, happier to busy those pretty lips wit something other than self doubt.

[abrightboy]

In light of Raylan's confession, there was something more profound in the kiss when their lips met again, and Malcolm pressed closer to Raylan, wanting more contact, wanting more of Raylan's warmth, his fingers moving up his chest to his shoulders before he slid his arms around Raylan's neck.

When the kiss broke, Malcolm's face was still close to Raylan's, searching it and studying it. Raylan was classically handsome. Tall and lean and dangerous. He must have been able to have anyone he wanted.

Why Malcolm, if it wasn't just proximity? He wasn't going to question it too closely. It felt nice to be wanted. It felt nice to be wanted by someone who knew he had problems and was okay with it.

[tinstar]

Questions that would be better asked in the light of day, if Raylan had been allowed to have an opinion of it, but Malcolm was still here, a fraction of a way away from his face, looking like he could see right through all the walls that Raylan had slammed up long ago. Raylan's off hand drifted up Malcolm's back, keeping him close in his lean so that he could steal a brief kiss when he wanted.

The slide of Malcolm's arms was just enough to dislodge the already stressed tilt of Raylan's hat, sending it tumbling to the floor, but Raylan didn't care and wouldn't let Malcolm leave him any fraction for it.

Why? Raylan didn't know. Why had he taken that chance with some fractured guy who related too closely with him? Later Raylan would come around to the quick escape that his leaving allowed him being the biggest relief, but Malcolm would be one to haunt regardless, even if this never happened again. Raylan met Malcolm's gaze with a unique intensity that had no shame, despite his situation in all of it.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm met each stolen kiss enthusiastically, until he felt his climax nearing and he gasped, clutching Raylan's shoulder, a little concerned about disappointing him.

But it had been a while. He wasn't sure he had it in him to hold on much longer.

"Raylan..." he breathed in warning.

[tinstar]

"What," he breathed, stealing another kiss as his hand moved a little more quickly, wanting more to see Malcolm succumb to primalism than be any type of cruel kindness, and feeling his own climax coil at the small of his back.

"It's okay," he assured with a rumble of his timber coming with the tightness of his own orgasm, edging there, waiting for the Malcolm's release before he indulged himself. He didn't think Malcolm needed the reassurance, but he kind of did, even if it was for himself.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm's head tipped back and he squeezed his eyes shut, tensing as he came, his knees squeezing Raylan's hips. A strangled, guttural sound escaped his throat.

[tinstar]

Raylan drank it in, following with his own load and a slight curl of his lips in raw high as he felt them both throbbing with afterthrows in his palms, his hips jutting a little with each pulse of sensation. The edge being satisfied allowed him to overlook the too familiar feeling of cum being on his chest; that too, he could handle.

Being 17 once had it's perk, after all.

He milked them for a second before gingerly pulling his hand away, not wanting to hit that too pleasurable high string of over sensation, and pulled Malcolm back into a much less aggressively needy kiss. Raylan could linger now, in the afterglow of it all, with a little less need for unfettered boldness to get him through.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm leaned into that kiss, tenderly lingering in it for a moment. When it broke, he leaned back and fumbled on the coffee table behind him for a box of tissues, which he dragged over onto the couch beside Raylan's leg so he could pull a few from the top.

"Here," he murmured, wiping down his chest and stomach and each of his fingers before the rest of his hand. He tossed the used tissues on the coffee table. He'd pick them up later.

He kissed Raylan one more time, then tilted his head to gesture to the side. "Do you want me to let you up?"

[tinstar]

Pulling up a few of his own, Raylan got the edges that were otherwise blendable across his skin but that he could totally feel regardless, tossing them onto the table with the others as his hands settled back on Malcolm's hips.

The question was considered, disregarded, considered again, and ruminated on in the span of a second as Raylan bobbed his head to one side with a pull of his smile. "I don't object to the position you're in, but eventually..." Said with a run of his hands up Malcolm's legs and around his back.

"You're a very good lap warmer," he teased with a pull of a smile.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm grinned leaned forward to press his cheek to Raylan's cheek, then turning his head to nuzzle his cheek softly.

[tinstar]

Raylan ran and spread one hand up Malcolm's back and shoulders, turning his face into Malcolm's with a deep breath. "Suppose I should thank you for getting me to go out tonight, getting me drunk enough to enjoy myself." He pressed a kiss to the nook of Malcolm's neck and shoulder with another deep breath.

He wasn't sure he wanted to stay here and at the same time, did completely want to find a reason to stay in New York and secretly find a way to indulge in this fantasy, but Raylan as nothing if not pragmatic, no matter how he hoped.

He'd leave tomorrow and leave Malcolm to his lonely nightmare, overbearing - however caring mother, and a job he buried himself in to avoid the quiet moments of life that seemed to haunt Raylan at the edges of his own lonely nights.

"Let me know when you want to go to bed," he murmured. "Unless you want me sleepin' on the couch tonight."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm lifted his head and looked at Raylan and then across the apartment and then at Raylan.

"Bed? My bed?" He considered it. "I mean. You're already committed to intervening in my night terrors," he conceded. He studied Raylan's face. "You're not afraid to sleep in my bed? What if I elbow you in the face or something?"