I do not own any of these characters unfortunately. They are all owned by Graham Yost and FX.
Prologue.
The sun shined brightly through the open bright red curtains on the window and turned the hotel room a crimson red. Everything in said room wasn't actually in their right places, the covers belonging to the bed were strewn haphazardly along with the sheets at the bottom. The newspaper that used to be neatly stacked on the kitchen table (or what was supposed to be considered a kitchen table) was scattered from underneath the table to being on the other side of the room. The room that used to look half-way decent the night before now looked like an angry tornado had passed through it.
And said people for being the big reason of this poor room's catastraphoe were both sleeping soundly on the bed. Well, one of the people anyway. The other was woken by the damn bright light that was shining harshly through the window right next to him.
The man sighed deeply, covering his eyes with his right hand as he tried not to disturb his sleeping partner. Who he looks at briefly to make sure he hadn't disturbed 'em. Said person is cuddled tightly against his side with their head resting peacfully on his arm. He watches as they breathe in deeply before rolling over to lay on their back. He looks on fondly, his heart rate beating faster with excitement and love as he watches his lover's chest rise and fall slowly with each breath. He takes in the sight with contentment before carefully extracting his arm from underneath his lover's head.
Making his way slowly off the bed feeling the creaking in his back and arms as he stretches. 'God I feel like such an old man.' he thinks as he stands up. Making his way around the mess on the floor from the night before. 'Damn,' he thinks as he walks over to the coffee pot. 'We caused a lot of fucking damage.' He chuckles softly at he replayed the night over in his head.
The day had been a long one as Raylan walked into the Marshal's office. He got stuck doing transfer duty with a convict from the prison to his hearing two counties over. He spent two days dealing with the loud mouth asshole, where Raylan spent the entire time wishing for a good drink.
He strolled over to his desk dropping his jacket and gun sighing deeply as he looked into Art's office seeing him having what looked like an arguing match with Tim and some senior officer. With a deep sigh and a shake of his head he casually headed over to the office. But he was stopped halfway when the sound of Rachel's voice stopped him.
"I wouldn't if I were you." He turned back around to look at her thoughtfully. Cocking his head and letting his hat fall down a little to almost cover his eyes. Raising his eyebrow questioningly and with a slight smirk, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, I wouldn't go in there. They've been going at it for some time now and unless you want your head torn off by a really pissed off Art and ill tempered Gutterson. I'd just turn around and go back to your desk." She gestures with her head to his desk. A almost sad look in her eyes as she glances briefly back to Art's office. Raylan looks between the office where his presence was unknown to the three men, who from the look of it, their argument seemed to have gotten more heated. It made Raylan's blood start to boil when he saw the senior officer shove his old index finger into Tim's chest.
His fist clenches tightly as Tim steps back, going into a defensive stand point. "I know your concerned but getting involved will only hinder it," she gets up to stand beside him. "He'll handle himself fine. I know you care very much about him. But you of anyone else knows that Tim is one tough kid." She chuckles and pats his arm softly before going back behind her desk.
He stares at the three men in the office a bit longer before daring to turn away from the office to Rachel. "What exactly is going on in there? What the hell did I miss?"
Rachel sighed and looked up at him again, setting down her pen from where she was writing in her file. She rubbed her eyes to keep the sleep from clouding them before closing the file. Leaning back in her chair she looks at Raylan with what looked like annoyance, tiredness and some slight sadness if Raylan wasn't mistaking. "You sure missed a hell of a lot these past couple days Raylan," she glanced breifly to the office and back before continuing. "Me and Tim were on a case. Just a normal case involving one of the locals down in Harlan causing some trouble for the authorities. Doing the usual stuff. Some vandalism, stolen property, and graffiti. Nothing too terrible to handle. But Art wanted us to deal with it when the kids started to move things up to a higher level. Drastically changing their M.O. from just minor stuff to robbing a bank and kidnapping. We were brought in and started the case just this morning, which of course upset the local authorities. We were doing a damn good job, too. Had the kids in our sights when we got cut off by," she points her head to the office before continuing her story. "They showed up acting all high and mighty. That man, officer Jayson, scared the kids off, taking the girl they had with them. He started it with Tim immediately, not seeing eye to eye. You know Tim, he isn't one for ever losing his cool. Especially, with people of higher ranking or of older age. But this man just looked forward to pushing Tim's buttons."
Raylan nodded his head on occasion when he agreed or seemed to understand what she was talking about. "So this," he waves his hand briefly to the office. "Is because of this case? Got that old officer with his undies in a bunch then?" Rachel nods her head with a sad smile. She's about to speak when they can hear the arguing match reach high level as they hear Art yell loudly, drawing their attention. Raylan's instincts kick into overdrive as he reached for his gun that isn't on his side. Rachel jumping up from her chair.
Raylan seems to freeze when he sees the officer in question from earlier pull his fist back and slam it rather hard and painfully into Tim's cheek. He can't stop the flinch when he sees Tim stumble back from the shock of the attack. His legs locking up as he falls to the floor and hand going instantly to his cheek. Raylan quickly shakes off the surprise from the sudden attack and bolts to the office before Rachel even has a chance to move a muscle.
Raylan seemed to see red as he pulls open the door and ignoring the shocked look on Art's face as his anger leads him to officer Jayson and shoves him roughly away from Tim who hasn't moved since he hit the floor. Raylan places himself defensively between officer Jayson and Tim. Letting his anger and protective side take over. Fists clenched and jaw shut tight he stares down at officer Jayson with enough rage to cause any other man to quiver in fear. "Get. the. fuck. away. from. him." He says slowly, watching as genuine fear enters the older man's face. His mouth seems to fall open in the shape of an "O" and considers what to say but he's cut off by Art. Who has walked from behind his desk to stand close to Raylan in case he decided to attack. He glances to the door to see Rachel with her weapon drawn. He gestures with his hand to lower it slowly and not draw attention to herself. She nods in understanding and he turns back to the situation at hand. Tim is still lying on his back in shock with his hand still clutched to his cheek. Raylan and officer Jayson looking at each other in both anger and hatred.
"ALRIGHT! That's enough!" Art barks loudly. He feels guilty when out of the corner of his eye he can see Tim flinch on the floor at the sudden loud noise. That causes Raylan to relax a bit and glance briefly to Tim before looking at Art. "You," he gestures to officer Jayson. "Need to leave my fucking office. Leave my building.. hell, leave my damn town!" Officer Jayson nods sharply and slinks slowly past Raylan, not even bothering to look at Tim as he walks to the door. But Art stops him, "Oh, and one more thing. Touch any other of my Marshals, especially Tim and I promise next time I won't stop Raylan from knocking you around a couple times. I don't give a shit who you are." Office Jayson nods before shuffling quickly out of the Marshal's office.
Raylan snorts loudly before turning and kneeling down next to Tim. Art thinks about saying something but sees the look in Raylan's eyes when he glances at him before deciding against it and giving the two men some privacy. Just this once. Even if it is his office, he exits quietly and walks over to talk to Rachel.
Raylan carefully pulls back Tim's hand from his cheek to look at the damage. He whistles softly and rubs his thumb gently over the dark purple, blue and black bruise that's already forming there. He feels Tim flinch a little under his touch and he can't help but feel the small tug at the corner of his lip. It's a sad half smile though. "Hey, darlin' it's ok." He leans down and presses a soft and reassuring kiss to Tim's forhead. "I thought you were staying out of trouble while I was gone?" He smiles when he hears Tim laugh softly.
"This coming from the man who makes a good living on never staying out of trouble." Raylan can't help the laugh that escapes his throat at that. Shaking his head with a big smile he leans back on his haunches before standing up straight. He reaches his hand down to help Tim up. He gestures to the office door. "Come on. I'll take you back to the hotel room and give you something for that nasty bruise." He wrinkles his nose at the bruise but laughs when Tim says. "Oh, is that all you want to do when you get me back to your hotel room." Saying in his soft drawl as he smirks at Raylan. Only grimacing a little at the pain that runs up his cheek and to his temple.
Taking the hand gestured to him he stands up slowly. Only grimacing a little at the pain that burns at his cheek. He stands up with Raylan holding onto his hand for support until he feels he's able to walk steadily. Raylan smiles at him softly and squeezes his hand a little to show his reassurance, "Come on darlin' I got some ice to put on that cheek."
Tim smirks and releases his hand a little less reluctantly as he turns back around to see Art and Rachel staring at them in slight shock as they both stand next to Rachel's desk. Sighing deeply and turning to Raylan. "So much for keeping this a secret." He speaks slowly. Raylan nods his head in thought. Before patting Tim on the arm softly.
"We've been dating for close to two years. It was amazing we were able to keep this secret this long." "Well, not really two years. There was the time you were with Ava." Tim speaks her name quietly as if speaking the name louder will make the memories of it even worse.
Raylan unvoluntarily flinched at the sadness in his words. He remembered really well that time with Ava. How before he had anything going on with Ava he had been having a small fling with Tim. Oh how well he remembered the pained look on Tim's face when word had spread that he had been seeing Ava after he shot Boyd in her house. But Tim had managed to hide it well from everyone for the longest time. He did a good job, Raylan thought. It wasn't til the night before the shootout in Bulletville that everything changed between Raylan and Tim forever.
"Yea darlin' but look, who did I really fall in love with?" He heard Tim chuckle softly and nod his head. "So about that ice? I feel like I could really use it.. and maybe a good drink as well." Raylan smiled at the thought of having a good shot of whiskey after everything that's happened the past few days. "That sounds like a good deal to me."
Pushing his hat back a little he leads Tim out of Art's office. They head to their desks and ignore the questioning and knowledgable looks coming from Art and Rachel. Raylan grabs his jacket and gun from his desk. Nods in Art's direction not stopping to answer any questions and walks towards the door where Tim is standing also, with his jacket on and gun already in his holster at his side.
He presses his hand softly to the small of Tim's back and pushes him gently out of the door following close behind. Turning to look at Art and Rachel who haven't moved since after the incident. He ignores the huge ass grins that have spread across their faces and follows closely behind Tim.
They manage to make it back in comfortable silence. Tim opted to let Raylan drive him to the hotel and leaving his SUV back in the parking garage until tomorrow where he can pick it up.
Raylan spent most of the ride glancing between the road and Tm as they listened to the radio play some old tune. What sounded like 'Wayward Son' coming in statically and quietly. Tim seemed to have gotten annoyed with the sound of static because he reached over and turned off the radio.
A soft chuckle escaped Raylan's lips as he turned his attention back to the road in time to catch his turn heading into the hotel. Pulling into his usual parking space and grabbing the bag from the back seat he climbs out of the car. He watches over the hood as Tim throws his bag over his shoulder and walks up to the door. Tim turns to look at him expectantly and Raylan closes his door with a dull thud. Locking it and heading up to unlock his room's door. But stops when he feels Tim grab ahold of his hand.
He looks up to see the desperate and almost scared look in his boyfriends eyes. "What is it darlin'?" His concern rises more when he unmistakably sees tears well up in Tim's eyes. Dropping his bag and pulling Tim's from his hand and setting it beside his own. He grabs Tim and pulls the younger man close to him, feeling as he buries his head deep into Raylan's chest. He bItes his lip when he feels the small body under his grip start to tremble with repressed sobs. He rubs Tim's back gently and starts to whisper loving words into his boyfriend's ear. Feeling the wetness soaking through his shirt and the trembling getting worse as the sobs come out muffled into his shirt. Holding onto Tim tightly, as if with just that touch it will make all of Tim's pain and sadness go away.
"Shh... it's okay darlin'. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere baby." After a few minutes the sobs had died down to a couple of hiccups here and there. Raylan brushes his hand through the gelled hair and letting it fall into unruly curls. Smiling as he presses a kiss to the top of Tim's head and breathing in his odd combination of pumpkin shampoo and cologne. Loving the scent more than anything else he had every smelled in his life. More than apple pie.
He pulls back a little and Tim reluctantly lets him but avoids eye contact and finds his shoelaces all the more facsinating. Raylan places his hand under his chin and pulls it up so that he can see into Tim's beautiful blue eyes. That are now red rimmed with the tears that had poured freely only a few seconds before. Raylan leans forward and places a soft chaste kiss to Tim's lips. Feeling the softness and fullness that he loved more and more everyday. He felt the small smile against his lips and he pulled back and looked at TIm with nothing but love in his eyes.
"Now, Tim I know that these past couple days have been rough. But what was all that about?"
Tim looks from Raylan to his shoes and back again, deciding on what he wanted to be able to say. Shrugging. "I don't know. I think with everything that had happened these past couple days. They had just completely over-whelmed me. I guess I haven't been able to let it out in the most healthy way. And after what happened tonight with officer Jayson, it all just caught up to me." He looked down to Raylan's tear soaked shirt and sighed. "Sorry bout that." He gestures with his hand to the big wet stain on his shirt. Raylan couldn't help but chuckle. "This? Please. I see this as a good badge of love. A little wet but I would never mind anything like this." He laughes at his own little joke before grabbing ahold of his boyfriends hand. "Anytime you EVER need a shirt to cry on, baby I'm here for ya." He lets his good ol' drawl slide in with the last bit.
Smiling as a big grin appears on Tim's face, reaching up to his eyes. 'Now that's a smile I've been waiting all this time to see.' Raylan thinks to himself. And he can't help but catch himself falling for this young man in front of him all over again as he takes in the sight before him.
A young man, a couple inches shorter than himself. With dark brown hair and beautiful blue eyes that are brought out even more by that good old familiar blue shirt that he likes to wear that shows off his lean frame and slight muscles on his forearms. The shirt hugs really perfectly to Tim's waist and goes down to the dark blue jeans that are wrapped perfectly around Tim's hips. The pants had slid down a little bit for Raylan to be able to see the shape of his hips sticking out above his jeans.
Licking his lips at the sight of those perfectly sculpted hips makes the blood rush through his body and finding a very particular place as he feels the jeans around his crotch tighten as his penis seems to jump up at the sight of the beauty before him. His gaze travels back up to the perfect, voluptuous lips that are parted slightly. Pink is all Raylan sees as he grabs ahold of Tim's arms, catching the younger man by surprise as he pulls him into the most passionate kiss he can muster.
The blood rushing through his body pushes him forward as he pulls Tim into a deeper kiss. The passion reaching a high peak as Raylan deepens the kiss and feeling Tim moving more into it. His hands that had rested on Tim's perfectly sculpted hips were slowly making their way up his back to run through Tim's hair. Pulling and tugging gently he can feel his boyfriends grip tighten on his side. He licks Tim's bottom lip and pulling it between his teeth. Hearing the sound of Tim's moan, his penis causes his jeans to constrict even more as the sound of his boyfriend's moans grow higher as he bites down a little harder. Tim allows his tongue entrance when he runs it along his top lip. Smiling with excitement he shoves his tongue into his boyfriends mouth and wrestles with Tim's for control. He moans deeply and loadly and pushes Tim up against the wall beside his door. He blindly reaches into his pocket and fumbles with his keys while still managing to keep up the kiss.
He stumbles with the keys in the lock before giving up and pulling away. He hears Tim moan with sadness and bites his lip as he shoves his hotel key into the lock. He feels Tim kiss his way up Raylan's neck and back down again, driving Raylan crazy and kicking the door open in the process.. He hears it slam against the wall behind it, but chooes to ignore it and focusing on what's going on. He turns his attention back to Tim who started nibbling on his earlobe and moans rather loadly when he feels him bite harder. Growling he grabs Tim by his shirt and pulls him into the room. He closes the door with his foot and pushes Tim down unto the small "kitchen" table. Tim pushes the papers out of his way as Raylan licks his lips.
He smirks at the sight before him, the paper scattered to the floor and under the table. He walks forward quckly pinning Tim to the top of the table. Grabbing his hair he pulls Tim's head up and crushes their lips together and pushing his body against his boyfriends. He grinds his hips into Tim's and hears the wonderful moan that comes from Tim's lips. He moans along with him and starts his work by pressing kisses from his lips down to his jaw and to his neck. He glances up to see Tim smirking with love and lust in his eyes. He pulls back and starts unbuttoning Tim's shirt slowly. Letting the anticipation do it's trick. He feels the frustration radiate off Tim who grabs Raylan's shirt and pulls himself up. They switch positions quickly and smiles when Tim takes charge.
He moans when he feels Tim press up against the erection that seemed to get tighter in his jeans. He looks to see Tim give him an evil grin and starts unbuttoning his jeans. Pulling down his zipper, Raylan lifts his hips up off the table as Tim pulls his pants down. His erection popping up in his boxers as it's released from the constriction of his jeans. Pulling them completely off, Tim smiles at the sight. Looking to Raylan he runs his hand up his leg slowly making his way towards Raylan's full length shaft. Licking his lips, he runs his hand up and down the hard shaft. Raylan lets his head fall back with a deep moan in his throat. He feels Tim start to rub his hand harder up and down his hard shaft and his moans increase as his back arches off the table. He cracks his eyes open to see Tim smiling at him before releasing him completely from his boxers. Raylan moans as the air from the room hits his hard and throbbing shaft.
His nerves go into overdrive when he feels Tim's soft lips pass over the tip of his shaft before flicking his tongue out and licking up the pre-cum that had escpaed off the top. With expert skill he pulls the whole tip into his mouth and flicks his tongue over and around the tip, pushing the tip of his tongue into the slit on the top of Raylan's penis. He stiffens for a second as pure pleasure rushes through him as Tim's tongue travels all over and he pulls more of Raylan into his mouth. He grabs for whatever he can get ahold of as the pleasure reaches it's peak and he grabs ahold of Tim's hair he starts to lead the younger man up and down. He feels the pressure tighten up in his stomach and tells himself if he doesn't stop Tim now he's going to explode and he doesn't want that to happen just yet. So he forces himself to stop Tim completely. Tim's blue eyes look at him with confusion as he pulls up off him.
"I don't want to cum yet. I've got some plans for you still." He smirks and grabs ahold of Tim's unbuttoned shirt. He pulls himself up and nearly falls over as his erection rubs against Tim's jeans. He keeps himself up right enough to push Tim onto the bed and dropping down on top of him. He practically rips Tim's shirt off and undershirt with it. He grins widely as he presses kisses and bites to Tim's stomach and hips. Runnig his fingers along the top of his pants. He growls deeply as he fumbles with Tim's belt which he gets off as quickly as he could along with his button and zipper. Before he pulls his pants off completely and smiles at the green and blue striped boxers.
Tim looks up at Raylan, "Don't laugh! I like these boxers. Be gently with them." Raylan shakes his head with a big smile. He continues back with his work. He makes quick work of the boxers, but like Tim asked he was gentle to not rip them in the process. He smiles widely at the sight before him and licks his lips. Running his hands up Tim's legs and thighs, pausing briefly to run his thumb over the tip of his erect shaft. Tim moans deeply letting his head drop down to the bed with a sigh of pleasure. Raylan runs his hand up to his stomach and chest and repeats this motion. He gets up onto the bed and rests his legs on either side of Tim's hips and sitting back to rest on the bed between Tim's legs, pushing them apart for better access.
He leans forward to give Tim a deep kiss before pulling back and licking his index finger and middle finger. He reaches his hand down between his legs and manuvering as he pushes lightly against the tight hole of Tim's ass. Licking his lips he pushes his finger slowly inside, only waiting briefly 'til he hears Tim moan underneath him before continuing. Pushing them all the way in and slowly pulling them back out and pushing back in again. He does this action at a ridicously slow pace until he hears Tim groan with anticipation and his lack of patience.
"R-ra-raylan... p-pl-please... I... I.. need you.. in-side me." He manages to moan out between breathes as Raylan increased his speed and sticks his ring finger into his entrance. Tim's hips buck off the bed and moans, "Ra-ray-raylan...". Raylan smiles as he removes his fingers with a satisfied grin. "Move up." Tim wiggles so that his head is resting on the pillows at the top of the bed and Raylan follows him. Grabbing the bottle of lub out of the dresser drawer. Sitting back he covers his shaft slick with the stuff before breathing deeply. He pulls Tim up by his hair to give him a deep passionate kiss before manuvering his shaft up to the entrance. He smiles and looks Tim in the eyes as he slides his penis into Tim slowly.
He hears Tim's breath hitch slightly as he enters slowly and stops only a little to give Tim time to adjust to the sudden largeness before pressing on ward when he feels Tim grab his hand and hold onto it. He entertwines his fingers with Tim's and squeezes before pressing all the way in. He gets a slow rhythm going as he moves inside Tim. He leans down pressing his lips to Tim's and runs the fingers of his other hand through his hair. He feels Tim moan beneath him and accelerates the pace and tugs gently on his hair. Tim joins into it and starts moving his hips in time with Raylan's motions. Running his hand from Tim's hair and down his chest and stomach to grab ahold of his hip for a better support. He thrusts deeper and faster as he hears Tim moan his name loader and loader, Raylan joins in and smashes his lips to Tim's to keep from screaming his name as he cums deep suddenly and unexpectedly inside Tim. He half collapses onto Tim and the bed as all the energy just leaves his body. He feels Tim sigh beneath him as Raylan rolls over. Closing his eyes briefly he hears Tim mumble something. He cracks one eye open and looks over at his lover beside him. His sweat soaked chest rising and falling and Tim smiles softly reaching over and kissing his bruised lips softly as he reaches over and rubs his thumb softly against the black and blue bruise on his cheek. "What'd you say?" He asks with a tired sigh and smile. "I still have a slight erection." He hears Tim breathe deeply and that causes Raylan to sit up with a sudden random jolt of energy. He looks down to see Tim is right in fact, he still does have a slight erection.
"Well," he smiles widely. "I can fix that for ya." He rolls down and wraps his hand around the erection and works his hand up and down the shaft. Rubbing his thumb around the tip and gently around the slit at the top of it. Grinning as Tim moans and bucks his hips to the motion as Raylan quickens his pace and pumps harder. He knows Tim is near his breaking point so he quickly bends down and shoves the tip and part of the erect shaft into his mouth and works a little before he feels Tim release into his mouth. Tim grabs ahold of the bed sheets and bites his lip to keep from screaming as he releases into Raylan's mouth. With a deep sigh of relief he drops back onto the bed with a content sigh.
Raylan smiles and slides back up to kiss Tim's waiting mouth. Pulling back and licking his lips he rolls over onto his back and closes his eyes. He blindly reaches over and grabs Tim pulling his into his side and feels Tim wrap his arms around his waist and rest his head on Raylan's arm.
"I love you." He whispers softly through the sleep clouding his eyes. He hears Tim whisper it softly and looks over to see his eyes completely closed and breathes coming out slow and shallow. He smiles as he watches Tim for a while longer before the sleep pulls him into the darkness.
Shaking his head with a chuckle and starting the coffee machine he sneaks one look at Tim who rolled over onto his stomach with his head half under one of the pillows. He smiles before walking into the bathroom to take a very much needed shower and to get the reminiscant sweat from last night off, smiling at the memory.
He only takes a short 20 minute shower, all he needed to get ready for work today. Drying off and dressing quickly in his normal attire he opens the bathroom door and sees Tim sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, but what really catches his attention is the fact that Tim is still completely naked. Making a noise deep in his thorat he draws Tim's attention from the paper that he apparently put back together to him.
"Oh.. hey." He shows him the paper. "Fixed it." Raylan shakes his head and rubs his eyes. Before grabbing the coffee pot and making himself a cup. He leans agains the counter and stares at Tim. "Think you might want to take a shower there Tim." He watches with slight confusion. "Art is making me take the day off." He detects a slight hint of annoyance from behind the paper."What? Why?"
Tim sighs deeply and set the paper down, folding it in the process. Taking a long sip of his coffee, only wincing a little at the heat before looking up at Raylan. "Art called while you were in the shower. Said it be best that I take the day off, after everything that happened these last two days and last night. Although," he smiles at Raylan. "He said he wants to see you the second you get dressed and ready. Something about a 'personal talk'." Sighing and finishing his coffee. He picks his hat up off the floor and rubbing his eyes.
"You know, this 'personal talk'," he raisies his hands to air quote the words. "Is going to be about our relationship and all the crap about inter-persnoal relationships. Though I don't think it quite matters, we've been together for two years. And not once has it ever affected our work."
Tim nods his agreement and stands up, smirking at the fact that Raylan can't seem to take his eyes off him now. "Yea, but least I won't have to be there when he chews you out." he smirks as he walks over to Raylan pressing against him. "Least not 'til tomorrow will I have to deal with the wrath that is Art Mullen." He presses his lips to Raylan. "See you when you get on lunch break." Kissing him he pulls back and avoids eye contact. "No, unfortunately I told Winona I'd see her about Gary and talk to her about her divorce." He feels Tim tense under his touch and looks up. He can see the slight jealousy in his eyes. "Don't worry. It's just a conversation and you know that there ain't anything going on with her. My feelings for her went away a long time ago." Tim nods, "I know. Still don't mean that I trust her any less."
Raylan couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Don't worry. Just a civil conversation, then I'll come back and we can do anything you want. Even watch those cartoons you love." He says with a lovig smile, kissing Tim one last time before walking to the door. He stops before opening the door and turns back, "Oh, I also wouldn't mind if you were just like this when I came back." He closes the door in time to miss the pillow that was aimed at his head.
Tim smirked as he watched Raylan walk out the door in time to miss the pillow that was aimed to hit his head. Hitting the wall instead where his head had been. Smiling he turned around, turned off the coffee pot and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.