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Ever since that night out, under the stars, things had been different between Billy and Goodnight. Not in a drastic way, of course. It was impossible to be too obvious about it, what with their going in and out of towns the way they did. Rooms with thin walls and saloons with bitter, angry men who were just itching for a reason to take out their aggression on the 'tricksters' that 'stole' their money. But things were still different. Small smiles shared over drinks. Touches that lingered a span too long and stolen kisses before turning in for the night. Billy sneaking into Goodnight's bed to chase away nightmares whenever they came.

It was different. But it was better. And Billy had finally gotten the opportunity he had been waiting for to finally make the next move.

He wasn't an idiot, of course. He could tell by little signs that he was the first man Goodnight had been with. He could also tell that Goody wasn't entirely comfortable with the whole idea of it, maybe. Or just unsure. But tonight, at the very least, they could have the chance to explore it a little more.

The matches in the last four towns had been extremely generous to them. Billy had gotten a new set of knives (custom made with a new holster), a new wardrobe, and an almost gourmet dinner with still enough left over to comfortably afford the finest inn in the area. One with nice, thick walls and comfortable beds. Exactly the place he'd been waiting for since that first kiss.

He was still nervous, of course, going out and stealthily getting the few supplies they would need, not sure if he would even get to use them. He wasn't going to force Goody, of course. But at the same time, he was ready. And he was beginning to think his friend cum lover was as well.

Getting back to the room, he pushed open the door and locked it behind him, looking out into the posh area with almost a look of incredulity on his face.

"Who knew people bet so much on a chinaman losing a quick draw."

Mostly Goodnight was afraid of them getting caught. He was afraid those sons of bitches out there without a lick of common sense or any humanity intact would call them sinners. People had been shot for much less before. Unfortunately, that was just the way the world worked. Having been brought up to fear God and all those superstitions that had surrounded his life, well, he didn't completely blame them. But he also thought they had on blinders that kept them from seeing any other truth. Like, for example, how something could grow between two men through a friendship build on things like trust, loyalty, and respect. Truth be told, he wasn't sure he'd still be alive were Billy not there by his side, chasing away the demons and protecting him when his fingers failed to pull the trigger. Some nights he thinks he'd be dead by now. He is more grateful to his friend than he could possibly ever truly know.

So while this new intimacy between them was new, it was a good thing. Exciting. But still comfortable. Of course, they had not gone that far yet. It was true they had to be careful, but Billy also probably had the sense Goody wasn't quite ready yet to go any further. Of course, the past few matches had been good to them. That day somehow had seemed even better.

Walking into that room behind Billy, he raised his brow and whistled, impressed.

"Well, I do declare," he drawled, a lazy smile upturning the corners of his lips. He took off his hat, tossing it casually onto the bed, before pointing at Billy. "You've earned this, my friend. I fear we may have to be more careful in the future, once our reputation begins spreading 'round these parts. People will know not to bet against you once they know how good you are. Until then, I do believe we shall continue earning our keep off the stupidity of man and your fine, knife-throwing skills." He flashed him a wink, pausing at the window and looking outside to the town below. Things were quiet enough, and he closed the curtains.

They weren't out on the dirt and under the stars, with a fire dying at their feet... but they still might as well have been alone for all the money they had paid for this fancy room.

Billy let his own hat fall to the bed, his knife belt removed just a moment or two later. His eyes didn't leave Goodnight's, tracking him as he moved into the room and closed the window. Shutting off the one remaining portal that exposed them to the outside world. Now, they were alone.

"Hey," he murmured, walking behind Goodnight and putting his hands on his hips. "I wouldn't be doing nearly as well without my manager to assist me." His lips find the skin of Goodnight's neck and kiss along it, slowly. Slow. That's the name of this game, right now. There is no need to rush. No need to spook the man who already was spooked by so much.

Billy nuzzled up Goodnight's neck and against his ear. "I had the hotel fill the tub with hot water. Figured it would be a nice change from the creeks." And he takes a step back, then. Making it clear this offer was for Goodnight and him alone.

Slow.

Besides, he washed in one of those creeks just that morning and the only thing they'd done since then was spend money, so there's no need for them both to share.

Slow.

It was true Goody was afraid of people seeing them, of catching them in what they would only consider a sinful act... but he also wanted this moment to himself. He wanted to be greedy, to have Billy and Billy alone. This wasn't to be shared with anyone else, especially people who wouldn't understand. Still, he was a little nervous, and it was probably obvious. Goodnight only started a little when he felt Billy's hands on his hips - ridiculous man he was. But that voice was calming, as were the lips on his neck. Calming and... well, something else. The shiver that went down his spine should have said as much. He closed his eyes and exhaled quietly, enjoying the caress.

He smiled slowly at the promise of a warm bath. Of course, it wasn't all about relaxing. It was true they'd seen each other wearing little to no clothing before - that happened when you were traveling alone and both needed to wash off in a creek. But not like this. This was different. This time, they'd be watching as every bit of clothing was removed.

Slow, indeed.

Swallowing a little he nodded, but didn't walk straight to the bath. Instead, he took off his jacket and tossed it on the bed. Then, he took Billy's hand in his. Watching his friend, he took his hand up to his lips and kissed his knuckles gently. Nervous though he might have been, he trusted Billy, and they'd always taken care of each other before.

With that, he lead the other to the room with the bath, fancier than he'd seen in a very long time. "It does look very nice," he smiled, reaching up to begin unbuttoning his vests. His hands betrayed him only a little, the tremble not that great but there.

Goodnight Robicheaux. Ever the gentleman. Billy had seen him do this exact thing to countless women, charming each and every one. And now to have it turned on him is both incredible and instructive at the same time. Billy feels warmed all through his middle as he held Goody's eyes and knew, this time, that the charm wasn't a farce. This was just them. Just the two of them, alone. At long last.

He follows Goodnight into the bathroom and, just for the added privacy, closes the door there, as well. The water is still steaming, bottles of fancy oils and bars of soap lining the shelf on the wall beside it. There is only two lanterns hanging on the wall by intention. He'd told the staff that his master (because that was the feint, here) didn't like the bathroom overly lit. The truth is, he figured this could help them both.

Billy sees the tremor in those normally steady hands and steps in, replacing them with his own. One button at a time.

"It's just me, Goody." He leans in and kisses him slowly as the vest is undone and slipped off. His hands moving for the next garment. "I've got you."

Thanks to his Southern upbringing, good manners and charm just came naturally to him. But most of it was like instinct, natural, in order to gain favor or get something else he wanted. This was different. There was affection and feeling behind the way he looked at Billy, especially when they were alone together in the bathroom. Though his heart thudded almost audibly in his chest, he wanted this. He wanted this very much. It was just the unknown, and that wasn't something he charged into with a steady hand.

When Billy replaces his hands and says those words, he smiles at him gently in way of thank you. But then they're kissing and he doesn't have to worry so much. He almost doesn't even realize when his fine shirt joins his vest on the ground, leaving his chest bare. He's probably too lean, and his chest littered with various shrapnel scars gained over the years. But he cradles Billy's face in his hands as he kisses him, too lost in his lips to feel self-conscious just yet.

Then his hands move to Billy's collar and the buttons of his shirt then his vest, because he feels like they should both be wearing less, even if he was the one taking the bath.

Billy lets Goodnight take control. It is probably better for him to lead where things are going and how things progress between them. Even if Billy is going to be the one to get the actual logistics taken care of. But he has no problem letting Goody start removing his vest. It hits the ground, both of these garments expensive enough that they should probably be more careful with them, but it's the last thing on his mind, now.

The next step is going to be the tricky one. The one where Goodnight could quail and Billy definitely doesn't want that to happen.

Slow.

His hands shift to Goodnight's trousers, starting to work the fly of them open. Button giving way, followed by the next. One at a time until they're open and his fingers dip inside, starting to slide them down and off. He keeps kissing Goody, hoping that eases him as he's bared. As they are both bared.

"Alright?" he checks, just before they clear the swell of his hips. From there it's a straight shot to off.

Goodnight is so often not in control of himself that it's good to be able to do so now. Usually it's the opium or the drink that keeps him calm, and fools people into thinking he is in complete control, and he is a dangerous man to be respected. But for now, the demons are far away, thanks to the gentle touch of Billy's rough hands, hands that are skilled with throwing knives and killing.

But there's no killing here, not now. Now he is safe and cared for.

As far expensive garments being ruined, well... Goodnight will happily buy them some new ones later.

Truthfully he does tense up some when those hands move lower. There's the trousers, undergarment, socks and shoes that will be kicked off... and then nothing, and he's quite aware of that. But this is Billy, and he trusts him. He nods, looking the other man in the eye with a little smile on his lips. "Still alright."

He's not completely aroused yet, but neither is he entirely limp - there is interest to be sure. His own hands falter a little, lingering on Billy's chest, not quite sure what to do next.

"I've done this before," he admits, finally. Kissing the look of confusion on Goodnight's face and slipping his trousers off, finally. He leaves the undergarments on, for now. It's a barrier that they both need. And he's going to respect it, for the moment. But the socks and shoes? They should have done that first. He smiles a bit, pushing Goody to sit on the lip of the tub before crouching between his knees. It's an intimate position and he knows it. But there's no better way to do this.

"Still not your manservant," he warns in a teasing way, pressing a kiss to Goody's knee as he takes off one boot and then starts to peel off the other. Another kiss is placed to his inner thigh. Then an inch higher. And an inch higher than that. Teasing, he knows from experience, is often a better motivator than most.

Behind them, the steam from the water is making the air thick and humid. A bit of perspiration has already broken out over Billy's face as he looks up at his friend and offers a smile. "Although, I might be willing to do this for you. For the right payment."

He chuckles quietly at Billy's admission that this is not his first time with a man. If his cheeks are flushed, well, he's not exactly embarrassed just... almost uncharacteristically shy. That's not Goodnight Robicheaux, even if he is usually so scared to shoot. The kiss swallows up his smile however, as his trousers are pulled down. He knows he must look a sight, trousers around his ankles, but then he's been encouraged back onto the lip of the tub so that his boots can be removed.

"I can assure you I would not have my manservant do this," he jokes right back, though the kisses make his grin, and voice, falter a little. It is very teasing, being kissed like that. It almost makes him jump just a little bit, but he is able to hold his own. Well,shit. Goodnight knew he was already in trouble. And he knew he was in for something pretty spectacular.

Sweat was already on his brow, not only from the humid air but the situation itself. What he thinks he knows is coming. Course, that couldn't prepare him for what it would actually be like. Reaching a hand down boldly, he runs it through Billy's hair, pushing some of those dark strands back out of his face. "Billy," he raises his brow, "you can have whatever you want. I'm already giving you me and I know I might not be what you're expecting, but... hopefully that's enough." He did not, after all, have any experience with a man, but he knew he wanted this. He wanted it with Billy alone.

Billy hates hearing Goodnight talk like that. Like he's something less than the incredible man Billy saw everyday and was so proud to stand beside. Sometimes, he wonders what Goody had been like, before the war. Cocksure, certainly. Bold and loud and full of life before the blood on his hands had sapped so much of it away. Billy's not sure of he would have liked that Goody. He's equally unsure if that Goody would have liked him. But, even so, Billy wishes he could reclaim a small part of that old spirit. Enough so that Goodnight could look in a mirror and hold his head high, once more.

Maybe, now, he could. Piece by piece and tender word by tender word.

"I don't want anything other than you," Billy says as he pushes up from his knees, pulling Goodnight down to look into his eyes. "And you will always be enough."

He kisses him, then, a bit more forcefully than before. A hand on Goodnight's hip and the other gripping his neck to keep him in place. He kept the kiss going for the next step. The next move that hopefully didn't send Goodnight running off as fantasy became cold reality.

His hand moved from hip, down to the growing bulge in Goody's underwear. Cupping it gently. Then rolling his palm against it in slow, steady motions.

"Don't want anything, other than you," he reminds, stilling his hand for a minute to make the point plain. And then starting up once more. "But I'll gladly take whatever you give."

If Billy told him as much, Goodnight still wouldn't understand why his friend was so proud to stand beside him, knowing what kinds of demons followed him. Knowing that the famous sharpshooter was so often too scared to shoot. Knowing that he often talked a lot just to fill silences, to make himself still seem important and special, and worth the attention. When he looked in the mirror, he saw only a shadow of the man he had once been. Billy was one of the only people who knew this, and yet he still stood by him. Hell, he still wanted him. It was still a mystery to him.

But as he listens to Billy's words and pulled down to his level looks in his eyes... he thinks maybe there's something here that he's missing. Something the other man sees that he cannot yet see himself. It just might be enough.

The kiss is more forceful, and for his part he tries to give as good as he's got. He followed Billy's lead, deepening the kiss, tasting him... concentrating on how good and real it felt. And then he felt that hand in between his legs and sweet Jesus, it was a bit of a surprise at first. But that rough hand was steady, experienced, and when he groaned against Billy's lips, it wasn't because it felt bad.

His cock was certainly interested.

"Well, I might not be as good as you but... Lord almighty... I'll do my best," he somehow managed a weak half-grin, one side of his lips quirking up. Though he'd been holding onto the tub before, now his hands were on Billy's arms.

Billy swallowed the small noise greedily, chasing after it with one of his own. But then there was still the tub behind them, so he decided to break away before Goody lost his balance and fell either off the edge into him or backwards in to the tub with his underwear still on. It was almost excruciating to stop. Lips tingling from the contact, craving more. And apparently he wasn't the only one.

He looked down at Goodnight's tented pants and smirked. It felt good, being the one to cause that. Having proof that he was desired as much as he wanted the other man. Leaning up, he pecked Goody's lips and then hooked his fingers over the edge of his underwear, starting to slip them off.

"You're doing just fine," he assured him, inching the fabric off slowly, in case Goodnight decided to be shy, once more. None of that. Not when he was about to have him just the way he had always envisioned it. But still. Slow. Always had to remember to take it slow. "Stand up," he urged, doing so himself and then tugging Goodnight to join him. It was the perfect angle to push the underwear off and to the ground.

And it took all of his power to only rake his eyes once over the long, lean, aroused body before him.

"In the tub," he all but growled, trying not to give in to his desires and drag the man off to bed right then and there. It was a hard thing to do. "Don't know the next time you'll get warm water, like this."

The way it had been going, Goodnight losing his balance and slipping back into the tub wasn't entirely out of the question. But at the same time, Billy had him, anchoring him to this moment and the sensations he was feeling. New as this was to him, he wanted more, needed it, without the boundary of flimsy material between them. Oh, he was certainly aroused - that was all his friend's doing... and yet he knew this was only the beginning.

When the last bit of material came off, Goodnight didn't feel entirely exposed. Sure, he might have felt the tendency to be a little shy, never having been so bare and vulnerablebefore another man before. Not like this. But Billy's voice and expression was calm, familiar, and he knew he would follow this man anywhere - into hell itself. So he stood and the underwear was removed, joining the other bits of clothing thrown haphazardly around the room.

Goodnight didn't particularly think himself a desirable man, not with the symbolic and real scars littering his body and his soul. But the way Billy looked at him... well, he probably would've gone to bed with him willingly. But that could wait.

"Warm water is a luxury we so often do not have," he agreed, his voice only a little unsteady. So he eased back carefully into the tub, the water soothing and calming and just so damn nice. It had been a while. He sighed, content. All the same... he couldn't help but wish his friend could join him in that little tub, too. It wasn't exactly meant for two grown men to share, of course.

All the same, he reached out to take Billy's hand, pulling him closer until he could lean over and kiss his lips. "You gonna wash me, too?" he asked in a teasing voice, though there was something suggestive there, as well.

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"Ruin my surprise," Billy teases, taking a spot just behind Goodnight's head. There's a bottle closest to him, there. Something pearly and thin like water. But when Billy pours it over his hand, the consistency makes it clear that it's some sort of oil. It smells of whatever herbs it was made from, back in the day. But, to Billy, he'd much prefer it to smell of nothing. Goody's own unique smell of leather, cigarette, whiskey, and storm wind has always been good enough for him.

But the oil should clean the dirt off him, so Billy reaches around his friend's torso and begins to massage it into his chest. Slow, gentle motions. Slowly inching closer and closer to the edge of the water.

To what lies beneath.

"Close your eyes," he encourages, wanting Goodnight to relax enough, for the moment. It would help them a great deal, later on. His hand traveled down to Goody's stomach, now. Oil or no oil, it was good enough just to get his hands on him. Billy hummed as he leaned forward, kissing the side of his neck and giving his ear a nip.

"You know this is all just an excuse to touch you, right? I make no guarantees about how clean you'll be."

"I apologize, darlin'," he smiles a little, leaning back in the tub. It's just big enough for him, though he's lean and lanky he's not exactly short. The smell of the oil in Billy's hands reaches his nostrils, and while he's not the sort of man to want to smell fancy or pretty... it doesn't really matter so much to him, long as his friend's hands are on him.

... and when those hands are on his naked chest, it's definitely all worth it. Perhaps it feels a little foreign at first, if only because he'd been such a loner for a while, not particular to intimacy with anyone. But he trusts Billy most in the world right now, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't feel good. Relaxing. At the same time his body feels hyper-sensitive, those hands leaving behind trails of feeling in their wake.

So he closes his eyes, emitting a low chuckle when he feels those lips on his ear, and then that low voice. "I can assure you that you no longer need an excuse to do this, mon cheri," he murmurs, turning his head a little to nuzzle it back against the other man's, lips briefly finding his cheek. Still, he keeps his eyes closed, enjoying the touch.

Despite the fact that it is cliche and, honestly, a bit tacky, Billy can't help but love when Goodnight speaks French. Even if it just as an endearment, he just loves how the words sound. Loves knowing that the pair of them can exchange tenderness and most people around these areas would have no idea what they were saying. His nose nuzzles against the shell of Goodnight's ear, eyes closed as he enjoyed the moment.

"Nae sa-rang," he hums, giving Goody a word of his own to ponder over. Just as his hands dip down, teasing around his lower abdomen before ending the anticipation and just taking him in hand. It requires a shift in position, Billy moving over toward the side, able to see Goodnight's profile all the better. He hooks a finger under his chin and turns the other man's face to him. Kissing him slowly as his hand starts to stroke under the water.

"Clean enough?" he hums between kisses, biting at Goody's bottom lip before soothing it with his own. "There's so much I want to do with you. Can we afford to stay a week, here?" It's a nice dream.

Goodnight has used his French on other people before, but usually to charm them for some reason or another. True, he likes to be charming to Billy as well, but he means the endearments with all his heart. And for his part, he does love that they can exchange tender words in other languages most people can't understand. He likes that they often seem to have a language all of their own, one they can communicate in through looks and little touches here and there. Right now, he feels inclined to speak to Billy in the most loving of French words... but he settles for a contented sigh instead. He's not sure he knows completely what nae sa-rang means, but he likes how it sounds on his friend's voice.

And anyway, when one of those teasing hands finally wraps around him, there's not much room for a lot of other thought. He gasps, more out of surprise than anything else, his hands clenching briefly around the lip of the tongue. His hips also bucked a little into that hand, some water splashing out of the tub in the process. "Billy," he somehow manages, right before those lips close over his own. He moans deep in his throat against those lips as he kisses him back, reaching one hand over to wrap around Billy's arm.

He chuckles a little at his friend's words and the way he kisses and bites him at the same time. "People might get a bit suspicious if we stayed that long and never left our room. But we have tonight and... I do believe I am clean enough for now." Because he suddenly needed to be out of that tub and much, much closer to Billy.

"Let them be suspicious," he hums, not meaning it but needing to dismiss the threat all the same. "I'll take care of anyone who comes around." He kisses Goodnight again, opening his mouth with careful prods of his tongue. Enjoying the new freedom to indulge in this before, finally, pulling back and staring at his friend with blown, dark eyes. Clean enough? Yes. Yes he definitely was.

Billy gives Goodnight one last stroke from root to tip and then pulls his hand out of the water. Letting it run up his friend's body, right up to his chin where his thumb brushes over it, leading it in for one final peck. "Dry off." There is a towel that comes into play, dropped over Goodnight's head as Billy stands up and moves into the other room.

"Come in, when you're ready. And you can return the favor of being manservant."

"Oh, I know you will," he smiles, in regards to Billy taking care of people who came looking for trouble. It wouldn't have been the first time, and it probably wouldn't have been the last, either. Goodnight had done it before, too, when people had talked bad about the 'Chinaman.' Of course, those had usually been fistfights, and the very occasional time he pulled out his rifle. He wasn't keen on using it, but despite his demons... he would do it, for his friend. Meanwhile he enjoys that kiss, opening his mouth to Billy's to slip his tongue in as well, tasting and caressing.

Fortunately, the stroking wasn't enough to get him off just yet, but it was certainly a good warm-up. This entire bath had been. He felt pretty relaxed, and he reckoned that was what his friend had in mind. He smirks a little when the towel is on his head, before taking it off. Billy's words almost make a shiver run down his spine. "Yes, sir," he murmurs, before getting out and doing just as he was told.

Though there was no reason to feel as such, Goody couldn't help the wave of self-consciousness that washed over him once he stood there, dry and naked. The urge to wrap the towel around himself, or at least his waist, was there. But at least in this moment of his life, he vowed to prove himself not to be a coward. He walks into the other room, naked as the day he was born, to join his friend. There is only a little hesitance in his movements as he goes to stand in front of Billy. Reaching out, he begins unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it down and off his shoulders after. Next is his trousers, a look of concentration on his face. He might still be a bit nervous, but Goodnight is sure that he wants this, wants Billy.

Billy can't help but smile at his friend as he reaches his hands down and closes them over his wrists. "We have time," he reminds him briefly, leaning in for another kiss. It's easy to lead him, then. Toward the bed with Goodnight already completely naked and Billy with his shirt gone and pants half undone. "I don't want you to think about this. I just want you to enjoy it.

His legs hit the mattress and he shifts back to sit down, dragging Goodnight on top of him. It's easy from there to lay back, pulling his lover in for another kiss.

"I don't expect anything from you. Except you. I'll take anything you give me, Goody. So relax." Another kiss, hands roaming down his lean, scarred back. Loving each and every inch of it but loving the man it belonged to, more.

"I've got you."

"Thought I was gonna be your manservant this time," he half-grins a little, but honestly Billy's words already comfort him. But he kisses him back, going willingly to bed with him. He was afraid he might feel suffocated and not in control of the situation, but it's not like that at all. He finds that he's happy to follow his friend's lead, sprawling out on top of him like that.

And those hands on his back felt nice, too. He wasn't ashamed of the scars, not with a man he trusted so much. He smiled into the kiss, propped up a little on his elbows so that he hovered over Billy.

"I think you'll find I can give quite a lot, actually," he murmured in that drawl of his, moving his lips along the other man's jawline, under his ear and down his neck. He explored the other man's naked torso too, running a hand down his chest. There's no reason to feel that nervous here with him now, after all.

Billy smiles into the kisses, not answering right away as he enjoyed the moment. The feeling of a warm body over his own is incredible. It's been ages since he's had it and, even when he had, it was never like this. No one had ever made him feel like Goodnight does; like his whole body is seconds away from bursting open in every direction. His fingers tangle in Goody's hair, tugging at it as he gives as good as he gets. But all too soon his body is craving more.

Goody had almost gotten his trousers open, so his own contribution to the activities is nothing more than undoing one last button and letting the fabric part. He's obviously hard, inside. Even with his pants not being closed, there is obvious tightness around the fly area which he pushes up, against his lover as encouragement and proof of his growing interest. "Give it to me, then," he growls with a small bite to Goodnight's lips.

One of his hands finds Goody's and twines their fingers together. The other lets Goody's hand explore his torso, body arching like a cat for each and every touch. His free hand digs in against his back, scratching lightly on the skin.

"C'mon, Goody. You know I can take it."

I brought you some smut picture prompts

Billy Rocks | Magnificent Seven | M/M

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I need to stop changing tenses, lol. Sorry.

I am probably doing the same thing, tbh

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