"You really think that black bastard made that boy suck his cock while he froze to death?" Chris leaned his shoulder into the wide planking that made up the wall of the barn and eyed the way the little Englishman paced his way across the frozen floor. He'd already realized the other man was quicker than his swaggered walk made him seem, quieter too. Mobray laughed and swiped his hat off his head, knocking free the thick coating of snow that was starting to melt against battered black fabric and tossing it to rest on one of the stacks of hay. The almost reddened strands of his hair fell down along the sides of his face before he wiped it back, leather covered fingers tucking the strands to hook behind his ears.
"I'd imagine Mr, excuse me, Major Warren, does as he chooses. He's a rather large man if you hadn't noticed." His voice echoed strangely in the open space, the flat cold of the air ringing his words louder. "Is that why you left the relative comfort of our charming snowbound prison? To relive the thrillingly homoerotic fireside tale?"
"Huh?" Mobray laughed again, the flattened look of confusion on the other man's face tipping him into giddy giggles.
"Did you come to the barn to fill your palm?" Mobray glanced towards the back of the room where the horses stood close together. "Or possibly to see if one of the mares was obliging?"
"You think I'm gonna fuck a horse?" Chris eyed the way Mobray shifted, eyes caught on the way the other man had swept his jacket back and plugged both gloved hands into his pockets. "Seriously?"
"Any port in a storm, I say." The Englishman shifted forward on a hip shot step, eyebrows lifted as he smirked through wind and cold chapped lips. "It would undoubtedly be warmer than a rough toss on a cold palm as our black friend undoubtedly discovered when fucking the mouth of a freezing man."
"Black bastard ain't no friend of mine." Chris hawked phlegm and spit to the side at the idea.
"Charming." Mobray sidestepped the glistening pile and turned so that he his shoulder was leaned against the same wall as the other man. He purposely settled himself into Chris's space, their jackets brushing. "Always a treat to see that oft vaunted Southern gentility put on display."
"You shittin' on the South?" Mannix squinted his eyes, all his weight shifting to one foot to put more space between them. It was a wasted move, Mobray just followed him, actually leaning them closer together.
"I would do no such thing, dear boy!" Black leather barely clipped Chris's jaw, a warmed and flashing touch that he never saw coming until the Englishman was wiping a steady finger from his chin to his temple. "Perish the thought." His fingers threaded at the dark hair that stuck out below the brim of the younger man's hat. "I find the South to be full of beautifully amorous young men." Mobray licked at his lips, teeth biting into moistened flesh and sucking before he continued. "I believe it has something to do with the humidity."
"The fuck are you doing?" But Mobray was watching the other man's eyes, watching his pupils dilate, the darkness shrinking brown and muddled green blue to a thin ring. He was gauging the quickened rasp of Mannix's breath and the way he was turning his jaw into the leather covered touch instead of away.
"I must admit to a fair amount of titillation derived from Major Warren's story." Mobray leaned in until their breath mingled, the steam of it visible between them. "I had just decided to excuse myself to take matters into my own hand, as it were, when I saw you slip out."
"I-I was checkin' on the horses." Chris managed to mumble. "Needed to get away from that ni-" Mobray slipped two fingers into the other man's mouth, warmed leather slipping easily between full lips.
"I am convinced that you can do better things with that beautiful mouth than spew racial epithets." The words whispered between them, Mobray's eyes a muddled amber shot with blue and green as he skimmed his lips against the dark stubble that lined Chris's jaw. "Tell me I'm wrong." The younger man just groaned when Mobray's other hand slid down the thigh of his trousers and rubbed into the hardening bulge he found there. "Tell me I'm wrong Sheriff Mannix, and we'll leave this here. No harm, no foul." Another, louder groan rang between them when he bit just under the taller man's jaw, his teeth rasping rough on warm skin. "Tell me I'm right," Voice trailing deeper, huskier, Mobray sucked a line directly down to Chris's collar, his nose hauling a sweat sweetened breath. His free hand wrapped securely at the bigger man's neck, fingers just shy of actual choking. "And I'll fuck you so thoroughly that you'll still be screaming my name in your dreams a year from now." He matched the rough words with a rough turn of his wrist, digging into the taller man's erection. "I promise." There was an unfamiliar twist to the accent, dropped affectation and pitch. "What say you, Sheriff?" Mobray halted all motion, his small body tensed and tightened with rigid control as he cocked his head and watched the other man try to swallow.
Mannix struggled to even breath and even though the blizzard was whipping cold and furious in the dark that surrounded the barn, he was burning up. Sweat beaded on his forehead and dampened the brim of his hat. Mobray was a small furnace pressed against him, the Englishman radiating heat easily through their combined layers of clothing. And his hands. Fuck. All pressure and stillness and no release. He swallowed again and Mobray decreased the grip at his neck, thumb caressing the rise of his Adam's apple. The smaller man's eyes had darkened, or the light around them had darkened, the flame from the lantern tapering thin as wind howled from outside through the wide gapped walls. The dimmed light led more shadows between them and around them, pinpointed Mannix's focus to near swollen lips and green blue shot whiskied eyes.
"Yeah." Mostly breath, but breathed loudly enough between them. Chris watched the single word subtly shift the entire set of the other man's face.
"Pardon?" Mobray managed to press them even closer together without really moving, his shorter body caging Chris into the wall. "Care to repeat that, Sheriff?"
"You heard what I said." Mannix clenched his jaw and jutted his hips against the way Mobray was still pressing into his trousers, rutting into the other man's hand. "I said, yeah."
"Splendid!" Instantly the little man was all movement, his hands stripping and pulling at Mannix's clothing. "I must admit, you have me in quite a state." Mobray lifted up to the toes of his boots to draw them more evenly matched in height. "Even your refusal would not have guaranteed a cessation of activities." There was something predatory in his grin, the flash of his teeth in the lantern light making Mannix feel like prey. And, like prey, he winced when those teeth closed on one of the cords that ran his neck. Mobray sucked and bit the skin tender while he worked buttons free down the other man's chest.
"Jesus!" Chris just let his head roll back, baring more space and arching his shoulders free of the wall so that his coat could slide to the ground.
"Indeed." Mobray murmured, his own eyes lust addled, pupils blown wide. "So many layers." But he worked Chris's clothing off confidently, his tongue laving over each new exposed inch of flesh, teeth nipping and gritting as he went. He stripped through the double layer of overcoat and jacket, shoving the fabric back so that he could reach vest, scarf, shirt and then skin, finally, skin. "Arms up." It was an order, there was no denying that, not that Chris wanted to. He shifted in compliance, shivering once, twice, three times as Mobray stripped him to the waist with leather covered fingers. "Gorgeous Christopher."
Any chill from the wall at his back vanished when the smaller man slipped his belt free and worked open his fly. Less layers. He was rubbing leather on skin in seconds, his fingers curling friction against Chris's freed cock. "Simply gorgeous."
"Harder."
"You don't give the orders, love." Mobray laughed and lifted his hands, teeth tagging at one glove. "That's never part of the deal." He peeled the leather off slow, rocking back on his heels so he could take in the full stretch of the other man's pale body. "Never been much good at following directions, I'm afraid." He let the glove fall before pulling off the other. "A regrettable character defect that I see no reason to modify at this advanced date." Eyes thinned, he licked at his lips again. "I believe I want you completely naked. You are a specimen of the male form." Mobray reached out and lifted the wide brimmed hat from the other man's head with one hand. "Boots off, Christopher." And he tried not to laugh when the other man eagerly kicked at his heels, trying to toe the boots off before bending and working the laces free.
Mobray lofted the hat behind them and angled himself to one side so that he could admire the flex and torque of the other man's muscles. Mannix was thin but built, the line of his torso and back lined with defined musculature. The pale skin carried darker scars and a beguiling scatter of freckles that dusted well toned shoulders. For as dark as the stubble at his jaw was, his chest was mostly bare, the sparse spread of hair barely noticeable in the flickering light. A thicker path of wiry black started at his belly button and trailed down between his legs. Still grinning, Mobray ran his finger along the line, stepping them closer as soon as wadded pants, long johns, socks, and boots were out of the way.
"You're starin'." Chris thrust in anticipation but Mobray teased away from his erection, scratching lightly at his thighs instead. The younger man couldn't quite swallow the begging whimper that broke in his throat.
"I am." Mobray was still impeccably dressed except for his hat and his gloves. There was an obvious bulge in his pants but he hadn't so much as loosened his tie. "Whetting my appetite." Instead of moving to cover himself, Chris sighed and spread himself wide against the wall letting the cold as his back counteract the heat from the other man's eyes. "Like steak to a starving man, you are." That twist was back in his voice, a drop in tone and a shift in accent that he swallowed against.
"You need a minute to get everythin' goin'?" Chris goaded, trying to feign indifference. "Jus' lemme know when you're ready, then."
"Cheeky." Mobray instantly clamped one hand at the younger man's throat choking off his breath. "I've no objections to helping you hush, Christopher." And for a measured moment he refused to loosen his grip, somehow using the bandy set of his smaller form and the clench of long, strong fingers on neck and spine to immobilize the Sheriff. "Enjoy it, really." Smiling, he kissed against bluing lips before letting go and dropping both hands to his sides.
"Fuck!" But it was lust that turned Chris's voice, not anger. The breathlessness had him harder than he could ever remember being, his balls already drawn up tight as warmth spooled in the pit of his stomach. He lifted his own hands up to rub at his neck, still feeling the warmth from the other man's hands. "That was... That..."
"Articulation is wildly over-rated. Action, however, is generally my preferred method of conversation." Chris watched Mobray's fingers, watched him unbuckle his belt and work the buttons at his fly. Shifting fabric and leather around, the shorter man drew his erection free, running slow touches along the length of it without removing any other clothing. The split between rucked trouser waist and untucked shirt hem and primly done tie and collar didn't seem to bother the older man at all. He was still all swagger and steady gaze. "I believe the time has come to discuss your mouth and my cock." The turn of his wrist was a lazy match to his voice. "Your mouth on my cock, preferably."
Chris swallowed hard, still rubbing at his neck as he dropped down to his knees. Mobray stepped closer before he could shift forward, saving him from crawling on the dirt packed and mostly frozen floor. He planted his palms on fabric covered thighs, fingers flexing into warmed cotton as he angled his head to one side and blew a warmed breath against the head of the other man's shaft. "Brilliant." Mobray smirked at him and led a shallow thrust against his lips, eyes thinning into a squint when Chris sucked him deeper. Planting one hand into dark hair he fisted against the strands, tugging just enough to hurt as he took control of speed and depth, working himself harder and fuller with the other man's mouth.
To his credit, the other man allowed Mobray the control, his own fingers scrabbling for grip as he focused on pulling some air through his nose on every back thrust and swallowing fully on every forward thrust. "You've teeth for a reason, Sheriff." Finally Chris managed to draw a full lusted groan from the older man, letting his teeth scrap the length of his cock. "Good boy." Mobray shifted his legs wider, shoving his pants lower as he rubbed a hand into his stomach. His head was down, hair tipped in his eyes as he chewed hard on his bottom lip. The play of light across broad shoulders had him swallowing thickly and laxing his fingers from dark hair to run the curve of one ear and the flex of Chris's jaw. "Breathe." The timing of the word matched the timing of his hips and the kneeling man managed a half breath before his air was cut off, fingers digging against his throat as Mobray thrust forward again. Any pretense of gentleness fell away. The Englishman pushed forward until Chris's nose was mashed hard against the flat of his pelvis, throttling his hands tighter with each thrust.
He took the younger man right to the edge of unconsciousness, drawing blood from his own bottom lip as he bit against it, tracking the muddled lack of coherency in widened eyes. When dark eyelashes fluttered he flexed his thumbs bruisingly tight and then let go, angling his hips back at the same time. Chris looked up at him with dumb gratitude, still half gone from oxygen deprivation, his face younger and wider as he blinked back to sluggish wakefulness. Mobray wiped at the spit and precome that glistened on the younger man's lips, slipping the pad of his finger between swollen lips. "Well done, love."