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Roy sighs, reaching down for his waterskin, which had been tied to his horse’s saddle. The hot desert sun was hanging low in the sky, turning blood red. It would be dark soon, and Roy couldn’t see a town anywhere in sight. They’d probably have to set up camp somewhere nearby before the sun goes down.
“Anything?” Jason called out for him, his horse trotting up beside him.
Roy glanced at him from under the brow of his hat. “No, not yet. We probably won’t before the sun goes down.” Roy turns to him. “We probably would have had a room at the inn in the last town if you didn’t get us run out.”
Jason snorted. “Like it was only me who got us run out.”
“You started it when you punched that guy in the saloon.”
“You know damn well that he was about to brawl with the barkeep and I caught him trying to look up the skirts of the girls there. Mine included,” Jason says sternly before a small smirk comes to his lips. “And if my memory serves, it was you who pulled your knife on him after he tried.”
Roy chewed on the inside of his cheek, biting down a smug smile. Indeed he had. He’d thrown the bastard out the window too. In hindsight that is probably what got them thrown out, not just the fistfight Jason started.
Roy shrugs, staring into the horizon. There wasn’t anything there, and he huffs.
Even with the sun going down, the desert heat was near unbearable. Setting up camp out here wouldn’t be pleasant.
At least, that is what he thought, until Jason pointed at something in the distance. “Wait. What about that?”
Roy’s gaze follows where Jason pointed. There, in the distance, he could see a freshwater spring lying in the shadow of an old sycamore tree. Roy raised his eyebrows. “Well, I’ll be.”
“That looks like a mighty fine spot to hunker down for the night. I certainly wouldn’t mind a dip myself.” Jason prompts, spurring his horse forward in a slight gallop.
Roy spurred his horse to follow. His sweaty brow could use a dip as well, or at least something to wet his now bone dry kerchief.
The instant he reached the shade from the tree, Roy hopped down and lead his horse to the waterside, tying his reigns to a root. At least while they were here their horses could drink up. Once his horse lowered his head to the water, Roy petted his mane and then went to his saddle, pulling off his pack and working his saddle off for the night.
“Hey, Jay? Do you need a sheet to keep off the ground? I have one if you’d-”
“When have I ever needed one, Roy? I’m fine with sleepin’ in the dirt.”
Roy chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I just thought I’d offer.”
He honestly should have expected the omega to turn him down. Jason always does with this little stuff. For how much he loved books of chivalry and knights and stuff, he was very much against being on the receiving end. He has roughly since he and Jason met in that shootout.
Roy had to admit, he pitied the poor bastards who were on the wrong end of Jason’s pistols back then. The omega was like lightning with them. Roy was a fast drawer, faster than even his mentor and adopted father, but he could not shoot as fast nor as accurately as Jason could. Once he swore he’d saw the other man shoot a cigar from an old railroad tycoon’s mouth, leaving just the bit in between his lips left. The rest of him? Perfectly untouched. Roy could only stare in awe.
The omega was a wild one, to say the least. It was a bit much for Roy to get used to those first few weeks they’d traveled together, but as he’d gotten to know Jason better it was...endearing, in a way. A bit terrifying because Jason would and could put a bullet in his head if he overstepped, but endearing all the same. Moreover, Jason was and still is, the best partner Roy could have ever asked for.
There were times though…
Roy’s thoughts were interrupted when Jason’s voice called out. “Roy, save the setting up camp for later. The water’s cool and we can finish setting up when the sun is further down.”
“Yeah, but then we’ll risk settin’ up camp in the dark. I’d rather get it up ‘n ready before-” The words die on his tongue when he turns around. Matter of fact his tongue damn near falls out of his mouth.
There, knee-deep in the water and bare naked, was Jason. The omega’s clothes were folded on a nearby rock, with his silver pistols resting on top of them, but that’s not what Roy was staring at. His eyes were gliding over the muscle, the dips, and valleys of Jason’s body. Lingering on scars and making patterns in beauty marks.
It wasn’t long before Roy realized he was, in fact, staring and turned back around, cheeks red as he fiddled with the straps of his pack. “I’ll swim later. You go ahead.”
Roy swallowed. He felt hot, but in an entirely different way than from when the sun was beating down on him. No, this heat came from within. It came from desire, from lust. Something carnal and burrowed deep in his bones and somewhere far more personal. His heart was pounding in his chest. The pounding fueling his desire, his ache. Trying to coax him into turning around and looking at the beautiful form again-
Suddenly there was a sound of sloshing water, and a shadow loomed over him. A cold sweat broke out on his neck when a damp hand settled on his shoulder. “Come on, Harper. A quick swim won’t kill you. Besides, you’re lookin’ mighty red. I don’t wanna have to lay you out if you let the sun get to you.”
Roy wants to refuse. To just finish his work and ignore the body behind him, as well as the sweet smell of spiced peaches and wildflowers. However, he knew Jason well enough. The omega would not leave him be once he’d set his mind on something.
The alpha sighs, and stands up. He pulls off his shirt and chaps, but refused to turn around and look at the omega. “Alright, I’ll bite. You go on back. I’ll follow in a sec.” Hopefully, Jason would be submerged in the water by the time he’d gotten all of his clothes off.
Thankfully Jason did listen, and Roy was able to strip and slip into the water where the omega was already swimming through the length of the stream. Jason had been right, the water was cool, but not cold. Just cool enough to be refreshing in the hot desert air. Roy sighed as the water glided over his sore and overheated muscles. Riding for hours on his horse had done more damage than he’d thought.
“Feel’s better, doesn’t it?” Jason swam over to him, floating beside him.
Roy nodded, keeping his eyes above the clear water. “Hm, feel’s better after being on a horse for hours.”
“You sore?”
“You’re not?” Roy says with a small laugh. Jason riding in a skirt couldn’t be much easier than Roy did in his trousers.
Roy nearly bolts out of the water, though, right when Jason’s hands settle themselves on his shoulders, rubbing into the muscle. Making him hyper-aware of the omegas' bareness again. “…Jay? What are you-”
“Don’t pitch a fit, Harper. You look tenser than a drunk in a dry spell on a Sunday.”
“I’m tense cause yer gettin’ handsy with me.” Roy pulled himself away from the hands that were causing him so much grief. “What’s going on, Jay? You’re acting…odd.”
Roy never would suspect Jason of doing something untoward, at least not to him, he hadn’t done anything, but it was…odd. The way Jason had been acting around him recently. The level of comfort. Jason had always been very…casual. He was never the average man’s definition of a ‘proper’ omega. His skirts typically came to his knees. He was a hell of a shot with a pistol. He’d share a room, and in more dire conditions, a bed with Roy while they’d been on the road. However, it had never meant anything. Matter of fact Jason had made it very clear what would happen if Roy got any funny ideas.
So to suddenly start trying to get them to swim naked together, seeking out contact when they were naked as the day they were born…it was a startling change. One that was stirring an itch in Roy that he needed to squash before he did something he was gonna regret.
Jason says nothing to him at first. A typical response when the omega was formulating his, usually very biting, response. However, what he did next was more shocking than his creative mouth. He stood in the water, leaving his body from the waist up exposed to Roy’s eyes. Roy flushed, backing into a large boulder that was partially submerged in the stream. Jason followed him, going as far as to press their naked bodies together. Spice and peaches mixed with freshwater flooded Roy’s nose and his heart proceeded to try and beat its way out of his rib cage.
“Jay-”
“You’re not dumb, Roy, and neither am I.” He pressed closer, nearly bumping their noses. Their breath mingled and their body heat bled into the other. Jason brought his hands to rest on Roy’s broad shoulders. His thumbs absentmindedly rubbing circles in the muscle. “…do you not find me to your fancy?”
A sharp exhale escaped Roy’s nose. He turned his head to the side, trying to give Jason some decency. “…Jason that ain’t the issue.”
“So I am something you’d like,” Jason leans in, pressing their bodies as close as possible. He whispers into the alpha’s ear. “Then what’s the problem, partner. We’ve known each other for a long time.”
Roy’s jaw clenched. Jason was close. Way too damn close and it was making him…react.
“…it ain’t proper, Jason.”
The omega stiffened against him at the word. A small frown comes to his face. “We aren’t proper, Roy. Look at me, and how many bar omegas you’ve slept with. What about how we live implies I need proper.”
Roy’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t want to be what I was with you. You deserve better, not…this…”
Roy didn’t want to be the drunk, out of his mind lecher he was not long before he and Jason met. He didn’t want that life back, ever. He sure as hell did not want to bring Jason into that pit with him, not when the omega could have better.
Jason’s expression softened. He took Roy’s cheek in hand, turning his gaze back to him. “Roy, I don’t need all the bells and ribbons. I never have. I never…wanted them.”
Jason’s lips rest against Roy’s cheek, before burying his face in the alpha’s neck. Taking a deep breath of the alpha’s hickory scent. “You are what I want, Roy. In whatever way you’ll have me. You’re the only alpha who never tried to make decisions for me. You never stood in my way. Only had my back. You are…the only alpha…the only man I’ve been able to trust.”
“And what happens further down the road. What if we wanna stop running’ from town to town? What if…what if this brings a child?”
“…That we can handle just like anything else. I just want to focus on right now, Roy.” He started to kiss down Roy’s neck. “Please, Roy…if you want me…”
Jason didn’t even have to finish. Roy flipped them over, pressing the omega back into the boulder before pressing him into a deep, passionate kiss.
This isn’t how Roy ever wanted to do this. He would have preferred them mated, possibly married. At least he would have preferred to have Jason’s father’s blessing before mating with the only omega in his pack. He knows with how Wayne had been trying to track them down, this will only lead to more problems in their future, but for now…
Roy could afford to let himself be a little greedy. Even for just this moment.
His hands he let roam. He explored Jason’s body, which for the last few months he’d grown more curious for. He traced his scars, felt the soft muscle. For how much bulk Jason could work up, there was still a healthy amount of fat there. It made him soft. Far softer than Roy expected and he loved it more than he wanted to admit. Moreover, it attributed to Jason’s thick thighs that were slowly hiking their way around Roy’s hips, as well as the larger chest that was pressed against Roy’s. Something that Roy desperately wanted to touch if he were given the chance.
Jason mewled. Roy was so surprised he almost swore he couldn’t hear it, but it was real. One of the softest, sweetest sounds he had ever heard come out of the omegas mouth. Roy wants to hear more, many more sounds like that, so he allowed his hand to venture where it never had before. It trails down, past Jason’s defined abdomen, under the surface of the water, and down into the one place Roy had never dreamed of venturing. He carefully slips his fingers into the soft opening just past Jason's small perky cock, which was curved slightly against the omegas belly.
Roy groaned against Jason’s lips, who groaned in return at the alphas curious prodding. Roy pulled out of the kiss to whisper in a low rumble, “How long have you needed me, Darlin’? You’re so soft n’ wet down there. This can’t have been recent.”
Jason let out a breathless laugh. “If you’re asking me how long I’ve been carrying a torch for you, it’s been a while, just could never find the right time to say it. If you’re asking how long I’ve wanted you between my legs; about the time you threw that old codger out that window is when it started. Riding a horse for hours and watching you sweat didn’t help it none.”
Roy let out a breathless laugh. Crass as ever, his Jason.
Jason pulled him in for another deep kiss before whispering reverent words against his kiss bruised lips. “Please, Roy, I’m aching for you. I need you. I need you now.” He seemed to clench his walls around Roy’s fingers, as if to prove a point.
Roy bites on the inside of his cheek for a moment before he pulled the fingers out, wrapping them around his hardened cock, holding it steady as he lines up with Jason’s lower lips. Once braced and ready, Roy slowly pushed into Jason’s wanting and waiting opening, causing them to moan in unison.
Jason’s grip on his shoulders tightened. His moan fell open in a soundless cry, his face twisted from the overwhelming sensation of being penetrated. Roy himself noticed as he slowly inched his way in how tight Jason was. At times it was hard for him to even move.
“J-Jason…is this…your first?”
Jason says nothing. He looks askance and nods, a noticeable red tint coloring his cheeks. Roy wants to berate himself for not asking, as well as for even thinking to agree to taking a virgin omega in such a manner, out in the desert, exposed to the elements, instead of a soft bed or nest. He never got the chance to, however. Not when he took in the sight of Jason, the light dusting of a blush on his cheeks, the stuttered breathing, the wet eyes and willing, though inexperienced, body. In a different time, different place, Jason looked the part of a virgin having their first time on their wedding night.
Maybe that’s what eased Roy into this better. Maybe the setting and order of events were different, but the ultimate result was the same. This creek was their bed. The sounds of the rushing river, their choir. The caw of the eagle, their preacher, and the nature around them were the witnesses to their love. This is what Jason wanted, and Roy could respect that.
There was a moment of pause, a moment of sweet nothings and tender kissing, when their hips first pressed together and Roy stopped. Letting the omega adjust before they went any further. Jason was restless. He tugged and scratched at Roy, trying to get him to move, but Roy only stilled him with a low warning growl and a nuzzle. "Patience, Darlin’. We gotta go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please...Please, Roy. It feels so fucking good. More.” Jason moaned into his ear. The walls of the omega’s soft cunt clenched around him, seeming to try and pull him deeper into its welcoming depths. A shuddered groan leaves the alpha’s mouth, and he relents, at least in part. Small slow thrusts are used to start, testing the waters, and when Jason responded with eagerness, Roy worked up a steady rhythm with his hips. Gently rocking into Jason, their lips meeting again and kissing. Their tongues glide against each other.
It feels like heaven. It feels perfect, here, now. In this stream, concealed by the ferns and the rocks. The cool water running over their heating skin, sloshing between their joining bodies. They’re here, together, in their perfect moment.
Roy only wished that this could last forever. That they had done this earlier. That their odd dance had come to its end much sooner so they could finally *show* their love for each other.
It wasn't long before Roy’s hips had abandoned their leisurely pace and settled into something more primal. The force of his hips making the omega rock back against the boulder. All pretense of decorum and sass were gone from the dark-haired man, who was now moaning, loudly, for the alpha who was mounting him. Roy himself was hardly better off. Deep guttural grunts coming from him, and his canines beginning to itch. To bite and claim. He wanted to. He wanted to show the world that this wild omega was his. Another time, he’d promised himself. There was no need to rush things.
For now, he let them bask in the peak of their lust. Each of them letting out their own unique cry to signal that their mating had reached its conclusion. With Jason clamping his legs around Roy and keeping him close as the alpha rutted out his release, filling him to the brim with his seed.
Once the spasms stopped and the white-hot pleasure stopped licking at the base of their spines, Roy eased them onto their sides. Their bodies still joined as they basked in their afterglow. The omega clung to him, hiding his face in Roy’s clavicle. A noticeable happy purr coming from the satisfied omega. Roy smiled down at him, curling around his new lover, scenting and nuzzling him as his own.
Roy didn’t know what the future would bring them now. This certainly made some things more complicated. His faith in Jason however remained unwavering. They’d gotten themselves into some nasty scraps and they’d gotten themselves out just the same. That made no difference here. They’d figure it out, together, in time.
And Roy, for all his apprehension, couldn’t wait to see what they made of this.