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Dumb as rocks.
John Marston was dumb as fucking rocks.
Because only a man that’s dumb as rocks would find a mysterious goop in a caldron, in the middle of the woods, with no one around to tell him not to drink it or what is in it, and decide “fuck it” and chug down a glass just for the hell of it. It smelled sweetly sick and tasted the exact same, making his mouth go dry almost immediately from the apparent excess sugar.
He waited a bit, sat down, stayed close to Old Boy in case things got bad, but, ultimately, it seemed like the goop was just that- weird goop. He shrugged, partly disappointed that there was nothing to it, partly relieved for the same reason. The return back to camp came with no major symptoms other than the thirst from eating something so sweet, and so he allowed himself to relax, thinking that whatever he ate probably wasn’t anything dangerous or toxic.
Or so he thought, until he felt the heat on his body become way too unbearable to be blamed on the swampy weather.
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He knew almost immediately, as he saw John approach him while he sharpened one of his knives over the campfire, why the man had sought him out. It was in the way the man was wobbling a bit as he walked, how he looked from side to side, as if afraid of being caught (by whom was anyone’s guess), and the way he covered his face with his hand- pretending to be scratching the little beard he had-, as if everyone couldn’t see the deep crimson color of his ears.
“You busy?” The man breathed out, raspier than usual, and now that he was finally standing in front of him, he noticed a few things…off. His eyes were unfocused, his pupils dilated in a way that almost felt…creepy, sweat ran down his forehead, and he had to wonder if he had drunk something before approaching him. Strangest of all was an odd smell. Sickly sweet. Not unpleasant in small doses, but definitely weird coming from infamous bath avoider Marston.
“Depends.” Javier lowered his knife and tilted his head at the man.
“Heard about an abandoned shack in the middle of the woods,” bullshit . “Apparently the folks -met ‘em on the road-” He stumbles over his words briefly “that lived there left in a hurry, left behind some valuables.” He was shifting in place, his breathing heavier than usual, and he felt like smacking him for being so obvious in the middle of camp.
Javier had to bite his lip to hold back a laugh. He had to admit, the man’s excuses to drag him away from camp had gotten progressively more creative. In the beginning, he’d say a simple “let’s go fishing” or “let’s go hunting”, excuses that proved themselves folly, since Johnny Marston was infamous for being shit at both of those activities. So their excuses got more varied, more complicated; stage wagon passing by, O’Driscols that just came across a score, old fools living alone in big houses begging to be robbed. Go out, meet at the usual place -little old, abandoned shack with a decent bed west of Valentine-, satiate their carnal urges, and rob a dumbass or two on the way back to avoid suspicion.
The shorter man lets out a huffed out laugh “Sure, brother.” Usually they’d have a song and dance, a back and forth to make their little getaway more believable, but John looked like he was seconds away from exploding- saying fuck it and just devouring Javier whole right there in the middle of camp, so he avoided causing any more needless suffering.
“I’ll meet you there.” John rasps, patting him on the shoulder, his arm tensing like the touch had burned him, starting to walk away before abruptly stopping and looking back at the mexican “Ah, uh…” he mumbled, his face scrunching up as the cogs in his head started turning to try and think of a fake place for them to meet up “...meet me on the road to Riggs Station.” He finally manages, turning around and bolting for Old Boy. The way his breath catches in his throat when he gets on the saddle doesn’t escape him.
Before he can think about it much further, John is already gone.
Dios , whatever got him so worked up?
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Figuring he probably shouldn’t let the scottish wait for too long, Javier quickly gathered his things and got to moving to their usual hiding spot. Throughout his journey, he couldn’t stop thinking about the state the man had been in when he came to him in camp; far more disheveled than usual, looking desperate like a bitch in heat, even a fool like Marston was able to keep his composure long enough to trick others in camp, but he seemed to be struggling on this particular day.
Upon finding the small, nearly invisible dirt road that led to the shack, Javier dismounted, checking his surroundings before leading his stallion into the heavily wooded area. He found Old Boy hiding under the foliage and quickly got Boaz settled beside him, giving the grey and white animal a pat on the nose and a couple compliments -the two horses having become good friends over time due to how often they accompanied their owners' escapades.
His horse’s spoiling session was quickly interrupted by a noise he’d recognize anywhere, but wouldn’t expect from such a distance; moaning. John’s moaning, to be exact. A strangled, desperate sound it was.
Breaking free from his stallion after grabbing his satchel, he quickly made his way to the shack, the moans rising in both volume and intensity as he approached. Had the damn bastard really not managed to wait for him!?
“John?” Javier called out before gently pushing the door open, narrowing his eyes at the sight that he was met with.
The shack itself was a small thing, just a little bigger than Dutch’s tent he’d say, with the basics, a stove for food, a table, a tiny fireplace and a relatively fine bed.
A bed that John was laying in, his pants and suspenders off, his back arched against the sheets and his face contorted into a red mess of sweat and furrowed eyebrows- Javier caught sight of a drop of drool falling from the side of his mouth, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed, making wrinkles in his forehead. He used one hand to crawl under his own shirt and play with his own chest, alternating between taking a big squeeze of the whole thing and playing with the nipple, while the other had made it’s way between his legs, three well-lubricated digits already deep inside him, making a wet mess of his inner thighs, the noises filling the room - be they the moans or the squelches- were deliciously filthy. In and out, stretch, curl, repeat, in and out, stretch, curl, repeat.
The smell. Sickly sweet. Intense, more enchanting than any perfume.
The Mexican felt blood pump to his cock almost immediately, letting out a whistle as he stepped in the room and closed the door behind him, using one of the chairs to barricade the door since there was no lock -just in case, lord knows he doesn’t want to get interrupted, not today. “ Dios mío , someone 's eager.” John opened his eyes to look at him, but didn’t stop his hands even as Javier approached him slowly, eyeing him up and down hungrily. “Couldn’t even wait for me, perrito- WOAH!” He didn’t get to finish his sentence before having his arm grabbed and being subsequently pinned into the bed, letting out a loud huff at the unexpected roughness of the act.
John stood over him, hands on each side of his head, thighs on each side of his waist, his breathing even heavier and his eyes even more unfocused than back at camp, his hair sprawled over his own shoulders and brushing the tips against Javier’s face. Sickly sweet, addictive . The man swallowed thickly, taking a couple more breaths in before speaking “...I think I ate something funny.” He admits and Javier lets out a breathy laugh, reaching to wrap his arms around his waist and pull him close, earning a whimper from the man due to the touch.
“I’m not sure I wanna hear that right now, cabrón.”
“No I mean…I came across this weird brew, on this…cabin the woods…had some.” John explains like that’s not the stupidest fucking thing he could possibly have done in that situation. “It’s been making me feel…fuck, ravenous , Javier.” The Mexican shivered at the sheer desperation in the man’s voice, the way his already raspy voice seemed to shake, as if barely holding himself back. The taller man hid his face in Javier’s shoulder, letting his body slump against Javier, grinding his exposed erection against Javier’s covered one, making the mexican choke momentarily “I considered just riding you back in camp.” he laughs in an almost drunken manner, the air against Javier’s skin making him even more excited.
“ Ay , do you always just put random things in your mouth while you’re out and about? Idiota !” Though his words were harsh his tone was anything but, a hint of both amusement and fondness permeating the air, one of his hands reaching up to stroke the man's hair, the tips closest to his scalp wet with sweat. “Could’ve been poison.”
“Might as well have been…” John breahed out, running his tongue across the dark skin, grazing his teeth against it, earning a quiet moan, one hand slipping down to slowly poke at the buttons on the smaller man’s vest. The taller man slowly moved away from Javier’s shoulder and stared at the mexican with that same dazed look for what felt like an eternity, before pressing his mouth on his- there was no hesitation or coyness from either man at this point, their tongues met and tangled almost immediately, teeth grazing against one another in a manner that was much more intense and hungrier than even they had gotten used to. Javier let out a quiet whimper followed by an amused chuckle when he felt the other’s hand cup and rub at his chest, sliding across his ribs, making a line down his stomach ”Fuck, Javier, please, let me…”
“Eat away since you’re so ravenous, carinõ.” Javier chuckles, completely stripping away the last string of self control John was holding on to. He yelps as John almost rips open his vest and shirt, his gaze hazy, finally completely lost in lust. As the other moves from his torso to his pants, Javier takes a short time to count the buttons to make sure they were all still there (miraculously, they were, so no scolding John over ruined clothing this time), only realizing his dick being grabbed and greased up when it was already happening, throwing his head back at the sudden grasp, his breath hitching.
John only graced him with about four pumps to lubricate the member before he straightened himself up, shifting desperately on Javier’s lap to position himself against the hardened cock. Javier, who was barely undressed, his pants down to his thighs and his shirt and vest still clinging to his torso before John, who took the time to finally remove his shirt and throw it God knows where in the room, got straight into the action.
Javier bit his lip as he felt his tip press against the hot, wet entrance; hotter and wetter than what he’s used to, twitching around it as if hungry to swallow it whole in one go. His breath catches in his lungs again; sure, they’ve fucked before, but this is the first time Marston actually tried to ride him- and in this state above all; sweaty, red, hot and panting like he’s a man on the run, looking at Javier like he’s the only thing that matters in the moment. He tries to picture how he, himself, looks, after seeing a small, crooked smile appear on John’s face, like he’s proud of making Javier come undone. Possibly pathetic, breathing heavy with a stupid surprised expression on his face.
Sickly sweet, intoxicating. It was making him dizzy.
The mexican opened his mouth to speak, letting out only a gargled sound as the taller man impaled himself on his dick in one go, the preparation from an hour ago surely coming in handy, as his cock disappeared into the other man’s body, requiring every bit of strength Javier had in him to not come right there, both from the sensation and the sight. John threw his head back, back arching, his mouth agape and drool dripping, a long, strangled, relieved moan escaping him, his chest heaving up and down as he took it all in. Javier reached out to sink his fingers in the other man’s exposed hip bones, less to keep him in place and more to have something to grab onto, the sensation already intense enough as it was before John started to squeeze and tighten around him, rolling his head back to look down at himself with a dazed look.
“ Carajo , John…Dios…what has gotten, hngh…into you…ah…!” His words coming out in shallow breaths, Javier wondered to himself how he was the one coming undone when John was the one taking it.
The air in his lungs got knocked right out of him when the man lifted himself up from his dick and dropped himself back onto it immediately after, letting out a breathy moan before doing it again, over and over, in and out, the wet sounds of skin on skin being interrupted only by the incessant creaking of the bed and the moans of the two men. “Hhghn…Ah–! ah-! ah..!~” air and throaty whimpers getting knocked out of John every time he felt himself hit the base, going at a merciless pace. Javier lifted his knees behind him, and he gripped them tightly, using them as a support to re-adjust his position and move faster..
“ Ay, mierda , Marston…! You trying to rip it off?! Hah…! F-fuck! Ah~” Poor Javier was fighting a battle he couldn’t possibly win, not today, at least. He let his head fall back into the mattress, putting one arm over his face while the other remained in John’s hip, but no longer gripping, only resting there as the bastard rode him at a ruthless pace, nearly making him see stars. “I-if you…hhgh, ahhn! K-keep going like that, dios mío, ¡no puedo soportar mucho más esto...! Ah~! John!” He felt his chest heave up and down like he was choking, hanging, drowning, the strangled noises leaving him making it sound like he was dying, not having possibly one of the best fucks of his whole life. Who knew Johnny had it in him?
He moved his arm only slightly to look at the man on top of him, doing what could only be described as possibly irreparable damage to his hip, seeing that he was just as much of a mess as himself, if not more, his mouth wide open and spewing out the most filthy of sounds and curses. “I-I-..ah~ah-! Ahh…! Ghh-gha…~ Cl…close!” He managed to form one coherent…word, in between all that garbled nonsense, letting go of the shorter man’s knees and leaning down, sacrificing his mobility and thrusting at a much messier pace to grab Javier’s head and press their mouths together, pushing his tongue against his messily, the sound of their mouths being added to the array of filthy noises echoing throughout the shack.
Sickly sweet, overwhelming.
Neither of them lasted long, with Javier trying to inform his partner that he was close, but only being able to breathe the sentence out in a broken manner as the other continued to insist their lips never leave each other. He gets a feeling John figured it out, though, because the man made sure that Javier was all the way in when he came, the feeling of warmth spreading inside him being near intoxicating as he continued to ride himself into his own orgasm right after, their mouths muffling each others filthy vocalizations, reducing them to sharp nose breaths and quiet whimpers lost in each other’s throats.
Only when the high had been ridden through the end did their lips separate, both of them struggling to catch their breaths as they both went limp momentarily, John resting his head on Javier’s shoulder once again, breathing into the other, feeling his heartbeat against his as the mexican wrapped his arms around his torso weakly to bring him closer.
“ Mierda, John...Qué carajo ...where the hell…did you learn to do all that…” The mexican finally found it in him to whisper, followed by an exhausted but amused laugh, his hand stroking the other’s hair gently. The scent was still there, he noticed, strong as ever, too.. They’ve had sex before, it’s kind of their thing; when camp’s too stressful, or work girls are too expensive, they go to each other. But it’s usually…calmer. Sweeter, almost. Never quite like this -not that Javier was complaining, rather this was a pleasant surprise.
He held the body against his own close, sighing. He was just about ready to relax after all that as they usually do, sleep while tangled up for a bit before they go out and try to find something to bring back to camp to avoid suspicion.
Was .
Until he felt something hardening up against his hip.
Sickly sweet.
“...John, are you-?! Ay !” Just as he was about to ask, he felt a warm mouth against his neck and gasped, letting his head fall back against the mattress, losing himself in the warmth and softness as teeth and tongue grazed his collarbone, his throat, his shoulder, suckling and biting and leaving marks. A hand slowly made its way down his body, calloused fingers running with feather weighted gentleness across his sensitive skin down to his hips, past his cum covered crotch, between his legs. A breath got caught in his throat and his knees pressed together in surprise as he felt something poke his hole. He looked at John, seeing him above himself now, foreheads pressed together, eyes still dazed and unfocused- but at least now it was two of them.
“Let me fuck you too, please, darlin’...” He whispered in a hushed tone, earning himself a whimper from Javier when he moved his middle finger, never quite penetrating, only teasing, moving it back and forth, up and down, using the index and ring to spread the area around for easier access. “...feels like I’m on fire, still, please…” there it was, he still sounded desperate .
What the hell, sure.
Javier nodded, dazed, hearing shuffling around as John pulled himself off of Javier, positioning himself between his legs instead, taking off his pants proper this time and tossing them away (something Javier would certainly complain about later), wrapping them around his shoulders and leaning down, startling the mexican momentarily and earning a yelp as he pretty much folded the smaller man into the mattress, his own knees nearly on each side of his head, and Marston’s head comfortably between the other’s soft thighs. They both sat there in the strange position for a while, staring at each other not fully sure of who seemed more dazed, breathing heavily, obviously still recovering from the last round. It wasn’t until John used his thumbs to spread Javier further apart and lolled his tongue out that the realization of what the position was for hit him.
Javier let his arms fall on each side of his head and flopped the latter into the soft mattress, letting out a long, choked out moan as he felt John’s lips press against him and his tongue breach his behind, his toes curling as the wet muscle probed in and out of him, slicking his backside up with drool; lord knows John had plenty of it to spare right now. “ Dios…por favor , ahh…!” He breathed out, wriggling around at the sensation of the man’s tongue moving around inside him, the oversensitivity from the previous session driving him crazy, that mixed with the filthy sounds; a mixture of wet squelches and soft grunts coming from John. It took no time at all for his member to harden back up.
The man pulled away from him, a slick line of saliva following him but only briefly as he did, He reached for the same tin of pomade he used on himself earlier, lost somewhere in the mess of sheets and clothes they made, apologizing quietly when he accidentally bent the man underneath him further, coating his fingers on the substance generously and moving his hand right back to Javier’s behind, inserting a finger into him with one hand, while the other made its way down to his own throbbing erection.
The feeling of the digit wriggling about inside him made him bite his lip to avoid the pathetic whimpers he knew were brewing inside his throat. He was just struggling to win today, wasn’t he? He’s usually the one in charge in this relationship, regardless of who’s taking it or not, giving orders and being the one to make John Marston all coy and shy -try as he might to sound and act intimidating, the man is but an obedient puppy in bed, and seems drawn to people who will try to boss him around, be mean to him, hell, just look at Abigail-, but today something came upon the other man and, dammit, maybe he just wanted to enjoy sitting back and seeing how far this desperate, starved version of Marston is willing to go.
He sighed in pleasure as he felt another digit enter him, then another, making it three, all of them stretching him out and rubbing against that sweet spot inside him all the while, making him pant and moan out pathetically under the other man. Thrust, stretch, curl, repeat. Thrust, stretch, curl, repeat. Damn bastard was fucking good at this, no wonder he was moaning like a bitch before Javier came in.
The fingers were suddenly gone and with them came a windy emptiness he truly wasn’t fond of. Not that it lasted long, soon enough John was pressed right up against his hole, his erection slicked up and throbbing. Javier swallowed nervously, but also expectantly, looking up at John and searching for that same hunger , that same desperation that he was showing earlier, silently hoping that the man would ruin him the exact same way he ruined himself a couple moments earlier.
But although he found that, he also found deep hesitation- the man was shaking his head as if trying to fight off dizziness, perhaps afraid, somewhat, of being too rough on Javier in his current state. The thought made his heart flutter, weirdly enough.
Javier pushed both his arms out in his direction, as if inviting him for a hug, a tired but expectant grin on his face “ Arruiname, devórame, amor… ” he breathed out. And although he’s certain that John absolutely did not understand the words, he still seemed to grasp the feeling behind them, and allowed himself to sink into Javier’s arms, pushing his cock into the mexican’s tight hole slowly, definitely a much less intense insertion than the one on himself. The shorter man’s mouth hung open, his head flopped back with his throat for all to see.
Ah, his throat…John found himself drawn to that scar he had there every time he saw it- he knew Javier tried to hide it best he could with shirts, scarves and ponchos, but John was entranced by it- it was a symbol of the man’s fortitude, someone tried to kill him, tried to slash him in the most fragile part of his body to end him, and they failed. And they left behind a sign that Javier Escuella is not one that goes down easily. John sighs as he feels himself completely dug into the smaller man, leaning down to kiss that scar, tracing the line with his tongue, earning a drawn out moan for his efforts.
Sweet.
Out, all the way, slowly. And then right back in.
“Aagh!~” Again, again and several times over, the sound of skin hitting skin and mixed moans filled the room again, his tongue still running over the other man’s sensitive skin, his neck, his shoulders, his collarbones. He moved up, placing gentle kisses on the man’s other scars, tales of his rough life- eyebrow, cheek, nose, lips- the last one didn’t have a scar, but he still pressed his mouth against it, if only to hear the man’s voice vibrating against him everytime he slammed his cock inside him, inside that sweet spot.
The pace picked up quickly, with John quickly losing himself inside the tightness of his partner, especially since he seemed to be a fast learner -squeezing around John the same way John was doing with him. The scottish started grabbing his thighs with both hands and letting his fingers sink into the flesh -no doubt leaving some marks, but Javier wouldn’t let the other leave this unscathed, oh no, little bastard was running his nails down the taller man’s back and leaving scratches on every little bit of skin he was touching.
The pace continued on, rough and mean, making the bed creak so much he thought it was gonna give in and break anytime soon. Javier was reduced to a babbling fool, muttering and moaning random spanish words ( “sí”, “más”, “por favor!”, those ones he knew, at least) mixed in with english curses as John kept thrusting into him over and over, grunting and letting out curses of his own as he reached his peak. “H–hgh…close, Javi…”
“D-don’t- Hnngh! Ah~ ah! ..C..Come inside, puto .” Javier growled against his ear, loud and clear- no doubt a warning birthed from the last time John failed to pull out- before flopping back into the mattress and squirming underneath him, flailing about like a fish out of water, the overstimulation getting to him,
Javier came first, practically screaming John’s name as he reached his orgasm, accompanied by a couple strangled gasps and moans, his back arching as he made an even bigger mess of himself. John wasn’t far behind, pulling out like Javier told him to, and pumping himself into his second orgasm, breathing heavily, his face red, sweat painting his whole body, and dammit was he tired of fucking drooling everywhere.
He sat there for a bit, looking at nothing in particular for a while, feeling his vision a little blurry, before his eyes finally fell back on Javier.
Javier, who was looking at him lovingly through his messy strands of hair, with a soft, satisfied smile on his face.
Javier, who let out a breathy laugh, reaching out his hand to stroke John’s cheek. “That was …Dios , Marston…you’re a real beast today… Ay …” Pretty, beautiful, hot Javier, who was laughing softly at his foolishness, hiding his face with one of his arms.
Javier, who was red, sweaty, half-naked and covered in cum.
Javier looked down from under his arm and narrowed his eyes in shock, his jaw dropping.
“...a-again!?”
“...Seems like it…” he rasped, moving to hover over the smaller man. “...if you’re tired, I can just ride you again.” the man said with a determination and hunger that let Javier immediately know he wasn’t joking.
“O-okay, espera, espera! ! Let me get a smoke break first, s-some water, at least, Christ!”
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A few hours passed since the two vagabonds fell asleep tangled in each other. The shack was old, and creaky, and the bed was in a state as bad if not worse than their cots, but the sheer exhaustion from their previous activities made it so this was possibly the best sleep of their lives.
He’s not sure how many rounds they actually did, how long they went on, it all kind of blurred together after a while, but looking around, there were several cigarettes on the floor, and his pomade tin was empty. John would’ve loved to look around the room further for any more signs of their debauchery, however, when trying to move, he let out a raspy breath, his face contorting into a pained snarl and he let his weight fall back into the mattress; seemingly awakening Javier in the process, who only blinked at him.
“...Javier.” He rasped.
“...hm?” The mexican murmured, sleepily, offering no signs that he’d wake up proper.
“I can’t fucking move.”
“...Neither can I.”