Under the Stars
Author: lillypuff
LiveJournal: http://lillypuff.livejournal.com
Characters From: Saiyuki
Pairing(s): Gojyo x Hakkai (aka
Gideon x Harold)
Rating: NC-17 ish
Written For: kink_bingo
Kink: Historical Roleplay or AU
Word Count: 1,344
Warnings: AU, m/m smut (of the oral variety), light language,
a bit of fluff
Summary: Wild Wild West AU,
pretty much a PWP.
Disclaimer: Saiyuki
does not belong to me. This is most likely a good
thing because nothing -- with the exception of man-sex -- would ever get done
if it did.
Random Notes: This takes place in the same AU-verse as my
7thnight_smut fic Heaven's in the West. This is just a random PWP. I'd say it takes place before the original fic but I don't think you need to have read it
to be able to follow along.
The Holy Moses
Saloon never really closes, but it does have its off hours, and Harold knows
they are approaching, fast. Frankly, he
can't wait to go home. It's been a long
day of bartering with traders and checking inventory at the general store.
Around him, small
groups of townsfolk are still chatting and finishing up their last, hard-earned
drinks before heading back home to rest and start the daily grind all over again. Most of the gamblers have gone home for the
night, some with full pockets. He knew
Deputy Hart is going to be one of them, as he'd spent plenty of time at the
tables, and had been smiling a winner's smile all the while.
When Gideon had
appeared to have had enough poker for one night he'd made his way to the bar
and a saloon girl, Izzy, had eventually found her way
into his lap. It was pretty normal; the
deputy seemed to have his own little following of women from the group that
Harold employed.
Idly, Harold
listens to the conversation that Gideon is halfheartedly involved in, as he
tidies up the bar.
"…and why is
it that we don't see you down at the church very often, Deputy?"
Gideon snorts and
Harold can tell without looking up from his cleaning that the man is rolling
his eyes.
"Well Ike,
guess my family just didn't raise me right and proper. Pa was never around, Ma never really took
stock in all that stuff, and my brother was too busy teachin'
me how to survive. I guess he jus' didn't
have time to teach me about the Lord."
"Well, it's
never too late to start," Ike replies, ever the devout man, though Harold
assumes he's mostly joking around
with the deputy. "A little prayer
does a person good."
"I dunno, Ike. All that
genuflectin' can't be too good for your knees."
Harold can hear the grin on Gideon's
lips. "'Sides, there's only one Mary I'll get down on my knees for."
Harold practically
chokes on his own breath. Izzy chuckles shyly on Gideon's lap and Ike goes
uncomfortably silent, though from embarrassment or sudden realization, Harold isn't sure.
He can only hope it's the former.
*****
"That was less then subtle," Harold
says when he walks outside the saloon and finds Gideon sitting on the front
steps smoking and staring up at the night sky.
More often than not, the deputy is waiting for him when he leaves the
saloon for the night.
"Ahh, come on," Gideon replies after a snort. "Ol' Ike's not
the brightest star in the sky. He
probably thinks I was talkin' about that blonde that
works for you. She follows me around
enough. Come to think of it, I think Izzy's getting a little jealous of her…
Harold shakes his
head and sighs. For someone who has no
interest in the farer sex, Gideon
sure seemed to enjoy seeing the ladies quarrel over his attention.
"Now those
girls, they're not so dull in the head.
One of these days they're gonna figure somethin's up if I keep turnin'
them down."
Harold chuckles
quietly before making his way down the stairs, past Gideon. When he hears footsteps behind him, he knows
the deputy is following. "Well, you
could always tell them you're saving yourself for the right person."
"Ha! I doubt even Ike would believe that," Gideon replies through a
laugh, then quieter, "'sides, I though I already found the right person."
Harold stops in
his tracks, everything eerily quite around them; even the crickets weren't playing
their usual song. Slowly, he turns
around to look at Gideon.
"Do you mean
that?" he asks, barely above a whisper.
Gideon grins, "Of
course I do, you silly ol' fool. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't."
Harold smiles at
that, and when Gideon reaches out and grabs him around the wrist, Harold lets
himself be pulled around to the back of the saloon. When Gideon's lips meet his and his back
flattens against the wall behind him, Harold can't seem to find the words to
protest. He's too caught up in how warm
Gideon's lips are, and how intoxicating the taste of whiskey and nicotine
is. Harold purrs and kisses back,
nibbling at Gideon's lips as he pushes the deputy's hat to the dusty ground so
he can run his hands through the man's long hair.
Moaning himself,
Gideon begins to kiss his way down Harold's neck and begins to fumble with his
belt. To that, Harold does find the words to protest.
"Gideon,
someone will see us."
"You worry
too much," Gideon replies as he quickly works Harold's pants open, "it's
just you and me, and the stars in the sky."
Harold opens his
mouth to protest further, but then Gideon is sinking to his knees and pulling
out his already hard cock and everything but the word yes dies on his lips.
Harold moans and
tangles his fingers in Gideon's hair as a calloused hand works his erection
with slow strokes and the occasional application of extra pressure. He tries his hardest to keep his eyes open,
to watch and make sure no one is about to stumble upon their little scene, but
it's a futile effort. Eventually Harold
succumbs to the sensations and his eyelids flutter closed.
When Gideon's
other rough hand slides between his legs and palms his balls, Harold muffles
his moan the best he can, biting on his lip, as if the pain would help. In reality, it only made things worse.
Using his grip in
Gideon's hair, Harold pulls the man's head forward until the head of his cock
is brushing up against the deputy's lips.
For a second, all Harold can feel is that slight contact and Gideon's breath
against the ultra sensitive skin, and then Gideon is taking his cock into his
warm, wet mouth and Harold's eyelids snap open for an instant before they close
tightly in pure ecstasy.
Harold's fingers
tangle harder in Gideon's long hair as the man slides his lips slowly down his
aching shaft, his tongue tracing the underside of his cock as Gideon takes it
all in. Harold squirms and tries his
hardest not to thrust into Gideon's mouth.
He's usually such a patient man, but he's found that Gideon often destroys
that part of him, in more ways then one.
After a few moments of agonizingly slow sucking and licking, Gideon
finally decides to pick up the pace, much to Harold's delight.
Too lost in the
sensation, Harold no longer remembers to stifle his moans, and no longer
cares. His balls are tightening with
every suck and squeeze and lick that Gideon lavishes upon him and every time
the man flicks his tongue across sensitive skin or squeezes his tender sack,
Harold wants to scream with
delight. Somehow he manages not to, even
when he finds his release, his warm spend nearly being sucked out of him by
Gideon's hungry lips. The white specks
of light that flash behind Harold's eyelids are brighter then any star in the
sky.
For a second
after it is all over, Harold leans limply against the wall behind him, but when
a cool breeze passes over his softening cock, he suddenly realizes where he is,
and that he's flopping in the wind, for all to see. Shaking his head, as if to
clear his haze, Harold quickly stuffs himself back into his pants as Gideon
rights himself, laughing.
Before Harold can
say anything, though, Gideon his pressing his lips against his again and Harold
can taste himself mixed in with the omnipresent flavor of tobacco and
whiskey. Its refreshing,
in a strange way.
"Shall we
finish this elsewhere?" Gideon asks when he pulls away from the kiss and
Harold can only nod in response. "Your
place, or mine?"
For a second,
Harold considers this, then manages to work out a
response. "Yours," he says,
smiling, as he runs his hands along the curve of Gideon's waist and down over
his ass, "it's closer."
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