Chapter Text
You knew these streets like the back of your hand, weaving your way through them was easy. However, trying to lose Sunday was not. Every turn you made you saw a flash of blue hair through the crowd, it wasn’t until you cut through a bar that he got stop by a few drunk tourists. You seized the opportunity, cutting through the kitchen and running out the back, Boothills hand still firmly grasping your own. Coming to a fork in the road you shot left, hastily tossing off your blouse to the path on the right.
Hand in hand you both darted through the streets, nearing the edge of town you found a shady hotel. Glancing around quickly you couldn’t find Sunday, and quickly made your way inside.
“Can I help you two with anything”
A well dressed lady said from behind the counter, swaying a bit where she stood.
“I’d like to rent a room for two please”
She put down her drink and held out her hand, in which you placed a large sum of credits. She counted them lazily, most people in penacony drank around this time of night, she most likely hadn’t expected any more guests.
“Here’s the key, last door to the left”
Boothill nodded, grabbing the keys as he began to make his way down the hall.
The rickety door creaked open, revealing a far nicer room than you had expected and was warmly lit by a few well placed wall lights. In the center of the room was a single bed fitted with red crushed velvet covers. Beside it sat a small bar cart, kitted out with all sorts of mixology tools.
“Mighty fine place you’ve found for us”
You closed the door, locking it and sliding in the deadbolt.
“It’s just for the night, until Sunday gets tired and goes back to the grand hotel”
Boothill slid onto the bed, leaning back on his elbows.
“What do you reckon we do come mornin’?”
Taking a seat next to him you sighed
”That part I’m not sure of, I don’t know if I can go back after what I did”
Boothills eyes slid over to you, landing on the gun resting at your hip.
”You never told me you were such a sharp shooter, not every day you see a baton shot right outta someone’s hand”
He was right, Boothill had never seen you actually work. You were a damn good bounty hunter, around him though you were like putty, and you had a feeling he felt the same.
“Normally my targets aren’t as pretty as you”
You replied, Boothills hand slid into yours and he leaned in close.
”you mean it partner?”
You cupped a hand to his face, bringing it mere inches from your own.
”of course I do”
Boothill leaned in, kissing you gently before pulling away.
”Darlin, I don’t know if we will be able to see each other again after tonight, so what do ya say to making the most of it?”
You truly didn’t know what was going to happen come sunrise, so you just nodded.
Boothill smiled and pulled himself up onto the bed, tucking his knees under him, facing away from you.
”I payed a little visit to my mechanic after our last exchange, had em figure out why I went all on the fritz”
The memories of him thrusting himself into you, grinding up to the hilt flashed before your eyes, staining your cheeks red.
Boothill brought a hand up to the back of his neck, pulling his hair away from his back, letting it sit in the crook of his shoulder, falling down his chest.
Your eyes trailed down his back to where the entrance to his gas tank is, shining with new parts you didn’t recognize.
”they fixed it up real nice, said nothin like that should happen again if someone where to- well, put something inside of it”
Scooting in closer you trailed your hand down his back, stopping just before his entrance.
”Well be careful darlin’ don’t be all hasty now, be gentle, and nothin’ more than just your fingers okay”
He spoke clearly and with a tender air, but you felt him shaking under your touch, and you’d bet credits on his face being a deep shade of scarlet.
Slowly you traced the entrance with your fingers, feeling his back arch under your touch. Caressing him gently you slowly began to slip inside, his port hole wasn’t very large, you could only fit a couple fingers inside maximum. The tank was strangely warm, lined with a ribbed silicon that was clearly meant to take the nozzle of a gas pump.
Boothills hips ground against the bed, and low whimpers slipped past his lips.
Sliding your fingers out to the edge, you stopped.
”Am I hurting you?”
Boothill shifted, leaning back towards you slightly.
“No- your not”
He said in a low breathy voice.
”how does it uhm- feel?”
“It feels…”
Boothill shifted again, tucking his hands between his thighs.
“Well- forking great”
He gasped out, leaning back further to push your fingers back inside of him.
Emboldened by his words you slipped your fingers back inside, pressing on the warm walls that surrounded them.
You felt him clench around you with every pump, hips grinding as you slid in and out of him.
”did you always know you could do this?”
His back rolled to the rhythm of your fingers, the movement going all the way down to to his hips.
“To be completely honest partner-“
A gasp loosed from his lips before he continued to speak.
”I hadnt a clue before that day in the closet, usually that hole’s business only”
Looking over Boothills shoulder you saw his cock hard against the stretched fabric of his pants, hand gently rubbing against it.
You quickened your pace slightly, deepening the pressure against those silicon walls. Fingers caressing his insides he groaned, head tipping back.
Boothills hands freed his length from his leather pants, and began to stroke it gently.
Hot liquid oozed from his entrance, your fingers now slick with his arousal.
”h-harder”
Boothill moaned and you conceded, pumping your fingers into him harder.
Scooting in closer you brought your lips to his outstretched neck, kissing the exposed surface.
Tender walls gushed around your digits, pulling you in every time you began to pull out. You felt your own arousal building, watching Boothill melt under your touch.
Boothills hands worked ferociously around his cock, hips bucking into his grasp. Pearls of oil formed at the tip, running down the length before being picked up by his thrusting.
Roving your fingers against his insides you found an extra tender spot, Boothill moaned, head flying back once more.
His hands quickened, whimpering as you pumped inside him.
Boothill leaned back into you as your tongue ran over his neck, leaving a trail of pink blemishes in its wake.
His silky walls began to convulse against your fingers as you ground against his sweet spot.
”I’m c-close”
He muttered out. Gently biting down on his silicon neck you coaxed your fingers into him, pumping in and out as his hips bucked wildly. His entrance swallowed your fingers entirely, walls sucking you in as he reached his climax.
Sopping arousal flowed from him, gushing out from around your fingers.
You watched as oil spurted forward from his cock, landing on the bed sheets infront of him.
Boothill leaned back against you chest, puffing as he rode out the remainder of his orgasm.
You quietly watched his face, tracing the curves and lines of it with your eyes, soaking it in thoroughly.
“Your- quite good at that darlin-“
As he laid against your chest you kissed his exposed neck, his head thrown back resting on your shoulder.
Lifting up a hand boothill gently stroked your cheek.
”Darlin, I want to see you again, and then again after that, is that selfish of a rotten cowboy like me?”
His eyes caught yours, beyond the artificial glass you could see deep yearning, and beyond that an earnest plea.
“I can’t say that I don’t feel the same Boothill, but I don’t know how we could make that work”
Boothill propped himself up on an arm, and stared towards the singular tiny window your room held.
“I’ve been thinking a bit, about how to get Sunday off my forking back”
His eyes slid back to you
”and well what if I get rid of a problem of his, He wants the IPC off his back, I could do that for him easy, and it would be me closer to that shirt bag Oswaldo Schneider”
Dragging a finger down his sculpted metal torso you pondered his words.
”I- I don’t know, it's worth a shot though”
Boothill smiled and moved in closer.
”then I reckon we go pay our ol’ pal Sunday a visit tomorrow, you tie me up real nice and walk me into his office like a prize”
He nuzzled his nose against your chin, tilting your head up and he spoke his next words against your flesh.
”Then you cut me loose, and we make darn sure he knows taking our offer is his only choice”
Pressing a kiss to your neck and slinked back away, further onto the bed.
”So what do you say, partner?”
You moved your way towards him, propping yourself up on one of his legs.
”I think it's worth a shot”
A feline smile creeped across Boothills face.
”Now that’s what I like to hear”