raylan "the camera went off by itself" givens (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
putyoudown) wrote2016-07-08 08:10 pm
putyoudown) wrote2016-07-08 08:10 pm
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Who: Raylan and Rhys
Where: Raylan's place
When: early July
What: Continuing to work through the shit between them.
Warnings/Notes: sexy sexy, possibly some heavy emotional shit
Raylan was not nervous, because he was a grown-ass man and he'd faced down snakes and criminals with guns and Dewey Crowe's idiocy. Raylan didn't get nervous. Raylan was...edgy. Yeah. Just feeling a little edgy.
"I want..." Shit, it was hard. He was draped on top of Rhys on the couch, they were going to move to the bed soon, and Raylan had some very specific wants. He'd agreed to communicate better. He'd at least agreed to try.
In their stuttered, awkward way, Raylan and Rhys had managed to clear the air. But now Boyd was in that stupid fucking temple, and Raylan felt like a fucking junkie, already missing the rough and callous treatment he got from Boyd. He was hoping Rhys could fill the void at least a little, but at the same time he didn't want to push too hard, piss Rhys off and end up in another fight. He feared it was asking too much, even though he knew Rhys would rather he ask and have to be turned down than to just sit on it until it all blew up again. And Raylan didn't think he could handle something vanilla or even simple roughness. And it wasn't like they hadn't done this before. Rhys probably knew already how much he liked it, because he fucking knew everything.
Raylan buried his face in Rhys' neck, kissing at the skin there to distract himself and murmuring quietly, hoping Rhys wouldn't make him repeat it. "I don't wanna come."
Where: Raylan's place
When: early July
What: Continuing to work through the shit between them.
Warnings/Notes: sexy sexy, possibly some heavy emotional shit
Raylan was not nervous, because he was a grown-ass man and he'd faced down snakes and criminals with guns and Dewey Crowe's idiocy. Raylan didn't get nervous. Raylan was...edgy. Yeah. Just feeling a little edgy.
"I want..." Shit, it was hard. He was draped on top of Rhys on the couch, they were going to move to the bed soon, and Raylan had some very specific wants. He'd agreed to communicate better. He'd at least agreed to try.
In their stuttered, awkward way, Raylan and Rhys had managed to clear the air. But now Boyd was in that stupid fucking temple, and Raylan felt like a fucking junkie, already missing the rough and callous treatment he got from Boyd. He was hoping Rhys could fill the void at least a little, but at the same time he didn't want to push too hard, piss Rhys off and end up in another fight. He feared it was asking too much, even though he knew Rhys would rather he ask and have to be turned down than to just sit on it until it all blew up again. And Raylan didn't think he could handle something vanilla or even simple roughness. And it wasn't like they hadn't done this before. Rhys probably knew already how much he liked it, because he fucking knew everything.
Raylan buried his face in Rhys' neck, kissing at the skin there to distract himself and murmuring quietly, hoping Rhys wouldn't make him repeat it. "I don't wanna come."