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Three days had passed since that kiss before the rain and thunderstorm.
Keeping you awake and blushing at night.
Damn Arthur.
However, it was a mighty fine kiss.
You were out alone again today, just after noon.
Hunting for everything that moved around Bolger glade. You had already nabbed that panther by the forest, near the water. Not wanting to be ambushed yourself.
Just some fine bait and there it was.
Right now its pelt was neatly placed on Ace's butt.
You were out for snakes now.
Wanting a nice snake skin saddle you saw at some trapper stall in Saint Denis two days ago.
Ten snake skins.
Snakes were a bastard to find, you didn’t find them. They found you.
Little sneaky bastard, so far you've gotten two. It was a pain in the neck to kill them and get a perfect skin out of it.
A bow and a small game arrow and you had to hit them in the head.
Ugh, the heat and humidity didn’t help one bit at all.
You were built for the cold.
Not the heat.
Fanning yourself with your hand, as you dried your forehead from sweat with your shirt. Fucking hell, you could only hunt for so much longer.
Ace was hitched to a tree amongst the heavily shaded trees. Not wanting him to get cooked like you.
“Who the fuck wants to live here?” You groaned, looking for more tracks of things to kill.
Ah, skunk.
Boom, dead.
Rabbit, dead, along with his family.
Badger, super dead after a headshot.
Then we had the boars. Changing to your bolt action rifle, you went nuts and killed a boar's family, cousins and no doubt swinger wives and children.
Seven perfect boar skins.
You skinned, cut and loaded it all on Ace.
It took some time but eventually you had killed most of the local area's animals.
Once done, you were beat, sweaty, hot and irritated.
Those trees with that shade looked more and more inviting to you.
“Here we are boy, you get a break too.” You petted Ace’s neck, removing the bit and letting him graze a bit.
You parked your butt under a nice, cool oak tree. Not too far from the road but not too deep under the stick trees.
Under those young and thin trees is where all those damn bugs were at. You didn’t like them and they didn’t like you.
Once you sat down, you rolled up your pants, stripped yourself of your shirt and used it as a pillow behind your neck. Then you pushed your bison gambler hat that you loved down a bit, as shade and blinders from the world.
It worked like a charm.
As you fell asleep quite quickly after.
***
“Hey, wake up Silver.”
“Wake up.”
What?
Ugh, blinking your eyes, you raised your hat and looked up. Right in front of you stood an amused Colm. Kicking your leg like an annoyed sibling.
“Rude.” You blinked and sighed, chewing lazily as you removed your hat to wipe off some excess sweat.
“You are one to talk.”
“Can’t a man take a nap in the shade?”
“You have annoyed me so much, it's time I annoy you back.” Colm grinned, sitting down on his haunches and poking your belly.
“Very mature, Colm.”
“I am when I feel like it.”
“You in Rhodes too?”
“Not really, in the outskirts I would say.”
“Mhm.” You grunted, stretching your body as you stood up and pushed him back just to tease.
Colm just chuckled and stood up with you.
“You made nice work of the Braithwaite manor from what I heard from that idiot sheriff in town.”
Damn, he had already run his mouth?
“So, the idiot talked? I’m not surprised." You sighed, taking a sip from your water flask you had stored in Ace’s saddlebag.
“That and the thing in the saloon. I heard about that.”
“I had nothing to do with that really. I just..helped out Arthur and Hosea a bit.”
“A few of my boys were there. They told me the same, you just so happened to be there with Isaac.”
“Well, as flattered as I am that you spy on me. I have to ask what the hell you want.” You sighed, putting your shirt back on again, only for Colm to stop you.
“Notning, just..wanted to have some fun.” Colm smirked, stepping into your space, fiddling with your shirt and tracing some scars along your skin.
“Ahh, horny.”
“Maybe a little.” Colm grinned back with a wink.
“How can you even get a rise from your pants in this heat, Colm? It’s hotter than satan's ass today. That and as humid as a damn sauna.”
“It’s gonna rain tonight and get colder.”
What?
Oh, he was up to something.
Here goes.
“Let me guess, as you know that and you being all touchy with me gives me an inkling that you have something planned. As in, you saw me taking a lovely nap, perhaps got a tent going and then woke me up?” You crossed your arms and took another sip of water.
“Bingo, sharp as ever, Silver.” Colm laughed and clasped your shoulder, pushing you towards Ace and gesturing for you to take the reins and follow him.
“It’s too hot.” You whined dramatically.
“Right now it is. The boys heard you hunt and came back to get me. You killed off everything that might…annoy us tonight. That and what is your deal with snakes, huh?”
“I want a snakeskin saddle. I need ten snakeskins for the trapper to be able to make it and they have to be perfect.”
“Snakeskin saddle?”
“Yeah, what about Colm?”
“I actually like the sound of that. It almost makes me want one myself.”
“Of course you have to copy me. The more stylish gang leader.”
“Oh please.”
“I am more stylish but even I can’t hold a prayer against Verlin.” You admitted with a sigh. holding Ace’s reins as you followed Colm into the woods.
You knew him well enough to know he wouldn't try anything to stupid.
Before you knew it, you saw some old manor that had seen better days. Shady Belle Colm had said as you walked past it to a big tent a bit further down.
Verlin nodded as you went past and then went back to his book.
Some boys took Ace but you didn’t mind it.
“This place is damp as hell and then we have…gators.” You glanced down at the water, seeing a few gator heads at the surface.
“Well, we saw this abandoned house, Compsons or Thomsons stead or whatever, have some boys there but it has limited space and no upstairs, so we went searching and got this.” Colm explained, guiding you inside his tent.
“I bet you bumped into those dumb Lemoyne raiders, eh?”
“Yeah, we killed them and fed them to the gators.”
“How charming.” You rolled your eyes, sitting down on his rather large cot.
“Not really, I agree with you on that. On the other hand, that large manor of yours. Could always share a bit of space with us. I’m not saying you pack us all into the manor and all. You have lots of land and we can set up tents and guard with your boys. Hell, you even have a lake to swim and fish in.” Colm continued on this spiel of his, sitting down right next to you on his cot.
“Why, Colm. I do think you want to stay with me.” You chuckled and gave him a knowing look.
Actually, you didn’t mind that at all. More eyes, more fun and less likely of idiots annoying you.
Although, if Dutch saw or found out about it.
Then again, you could claim neutrality and say you have the right to have friends over.
Not like Oliver would mess with you in a hurry with O'Driscolls and your gang at the same place.
No, he would not.
“Alright, alright, why the hell not? Colm, you bring yourself and that hunk of a big brother you have with you and join us. Just take the route from the back as you go and say that I gave you my permission.” You nudged his belly, just to tease him.
“What? You just..agree? I thought I would have to do all these things to sway you and all.” Colm blinked, looking pleased but also a bit stunned.
“You can thank me with a good night.” You winked at him.
“That I can do.” Colm grinned, pushing you down into his cot, looming over you hungrily as he looked you over.
Thank god he closed those flaps on his tent.
“You..got any gossip on Dutch?” Colm leaned in towards your neck, sucking, biting and kissing you. As you laid down and took it.
Damn Colm knew what he was doing.
“Oh, just..a bit more. Then I’ll talk.” You groaned, tilting your head to give him more access to your neck.
“Greedy boy.”
He had no idea.
You were a really bad boy back home.
Killer, smuggler and assassin.
Whatever it took to stay on top.
Dutch, Colm and Verlin were children compared to the money and crimes you had committed back home. Still, these primitive fools were entertaining and had their uses.
Colm started going lower, as his right arm took something from the nightstand. You think it was pommade.
Oh, that cheeky bugger.
Sure enough, Colm pulled your pants and underwear down, as he dominated your mouth and fiddled with the lid. You were too lost in the passion to care about it.
Colm was a good kisser after all.
He just didn’t show it before.
Oh, he better keep it up.
You were hungry and he got your fire going.
A metal clink and a sticky noise and before you knew it. You literally had two of Colm’s fingers up your ass, covered in..lube?
He was scissoring you open, it felt..weird. You had never been a bottom for a man before but you didn’t mind him being the top.
You were too damn tired and hot to be the boss in bed tonight anyway.
Damn, he was pretty eager with those fingers of his. Long and boney and..
Fuck.
Your hips twitched and you groaned.
“Found it.” Colm smirked against your neck.
Oh.
The g-spot.
Well, note to yourself. Colm had fucked men before and knew what he was doing. That was a bit of a relief, you had to just watch and learn from him. Over your dead body that you would tell him that you were..in a way a virgin bottom.
He would never stop teasing you then. Then Verlin would know and it would all be a huge shitshow..for you.
“Ready, Silver?” Colm patted your cheek for attention, as he fumbled with his pants and whatever he had below the belt.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t you get too happy you damn-”
Colm grunted as you felt his dick push past the rim in your ass. It was like he stole your voice, you zoned out and forgot to breathe for a brief moment. He felt long and thin with some vein, it was hard to describe the feeling.
“There we are, that shut you up.” Colm smirked, grabbing your hips as he started to thrust against you slowly, then slowly picking up speed.
You moaned quietly into your arm that you bit, too embarrassed to be too loud, too proud to let Colm get to smug.
“You..look real pretty under me, Silver.” Colm grunted, wrapping your hips around his own, pushing in deeper and harder as he went.
That son of a bitch knew exactly what he was doing.
“You ain’t…leaving here until you get filled up properly, Silver. Consider..this..to be your last payment for that train stunt.” Colm thrusted and paused as he filled you in with words and in other ways.
Petty man.
You expected nothing more from him or his brother.
Not that you complained with his dick up your ass and moving around your organs. This was not the time for feuds and besides, you needed to get laid a bit more.
Colm was the right man for the job today.
Colm grunted and thrusted into you, sucking and biting along your skin, to the point he drew blood above your collar bones.
He was a cruel lover in some ways but not completely.
Sure, he held you to the point of giving you bruises but he didn’t yet, yank or pull.
He was just..feral in a way.
You said very little, there was little to say in this..position anyways.
Colm satisfied an inner hunger you had. The hunger of secretly not wanting to be the dominant for a brief moment.
Just letting someone else take the reins for once.
It sure felt freeing and good.
You didn’t know how much time passed before Colm released with a grunt inside you. Refusing to pull out as he pulled you down into the cot with him.
Letting you be the little spoon.
A thin blanket was draped above the pair of you.
Then an arm was draped across your ribs, his head was gently shoved behind your neck.
A statement.
Did he lay claim on you?
For the night or for..something more permanent and more?
You didn’t know and right now, not knowing felt good.
Still had him inside you, he was possessive and literal. You really weren’t allowed to spill one drop.
“You sure are a good boy in bed, Felix.” Colm teased, nipping your ear and neck.
“Could say that you are quite the eager stud.”
“I like the sound of that.” Colm smirked against your neck, pulling you closer against him.
“You are not what they say, Colm.” You said quietly, lacing your fingers with his right hand.
To feel more connected, grounded in a way. Touch was a hell of a thing to use.
“Yeah? What do you say?”
“You are like me but with more sharp edges you can see, mine are harder to see, more hidden. What I’m trying to say is, we are both bad men but you ain’t completely bad. There is still good in you, just like me.” You yawned, massaging his right hand idly as you spoke.
Colm went silent before he let out a long sigh. “There are certain things even I won't do. A line of sorts. You got your kindness brought out with your son, Logan. However, with you..I guess you bring it out in a way. Even though you are the ultimate pain in the ass and the most childish so-called gang leader I’ve ever met.”
Childish?
You?
Well, maybe.
“I guess you got the magic touch of bringing the good out of people. Literally, you got your dick still inside my ass.”
“Felix.”
“What?”
“You are such an ass.”
“Well, you are an ass inside my ass.”
“I am and you are a tight one too.”
“Fuck, I’m tired. Let’s take a nap.” You yawned, pulling him closer.
“Agreed.” Colm grunted and allowed himself to be pulled by you.
In minutes, you were both asleep.
***
Colm and Felix both satisfy their inner hunger.
Felix doesn’t know what to think or feel but he knows one thing.
The O’Driscolls are moving in with them.