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The Ranchers woke with the sun.
Later, there would be blood and mayhem and wardens, but for now, there was Tango’s hands portioning out wheat for each of their animals, dawn light peering in the windows, seeming to set Tango’s hair alight as he bent down to pet one of the sheep.
Jimmy was- well, he was only one human man! A very weak human man! Vulnerable to smirks and winks and the way Tango had felt pressed up against him in bed, in their bed, so that Jimmy could feel his heartbeat through his chest, could feel the way it was perfectly synched with his own.
He was staring.
Tango straightened up, and Jimmy was still staring.
“Chickens done?” Tango asked, still not turning around.
“I-” He struggled to make his tongue cooperate. “Yes, yeah, all fed!”
Then Tango turned around, and Jimmy was still staring-
But that was alright.
It was alright, because Tango smirked at him, skin lit gold by the rising sun, and Jimmy was blushing redder than red, but it was alright, because Tango was stepping forwards, taking Jimmy’s hand.
“You like what you see?”
At Tango’s eyebrow wiggle, Jimmy finally managed to tear himself away enough to roll his eyes.
“You know I do, Tango.”
Tango, of course, didn’t wait long to reclaim Jimmy’s attention, brushing a finger against his cheek and then leaning in to press a kiss to his mouth. Jimmy swayed into it, hands settling on Tango’s hips like they belonged there. And here, in this home they’d built (several times), with the thread of their souls tied firmly together, they did. Jimmy did.
“We have a little time, I think.” Tango said, breaking the kiss and glancing out the window. Jimmy shivered, looking down at him, still a little taken by the slight height difference between the two of them.
“What did you have in mind?” He asked, even though he was already steering them away from the animals, towards their bed.
“Well…” Tango reached up, pulling Jimmy down for another kiss, and then held him close, their lips brushing as he spoke. “I could have you fuck me.”
Jimmy tripped over their feet, hands clenching on Tango’s hips for stability. “Oh! Oh, yes, okay, I would love to!”
Before, there hadn’t been time or patience, or any of that- there’d been Tango, set alight by rage rather than the morning sun, and Jimmy, sinking to his knees to get his mouth on him, putting Tango’s hands in his hair rather than on a flint and steel, getting him to rock wet and slick into Jimmy’s mouth-
But they had time.
They may not have it for long, but for right now, this short moment in the middle of it all, they had time.
Tango laughed, voice already roughening. Jimmy’s heart caught in his throat for a second time. He sat down on the bed.
Which meant he was now looking up at Tango, which meant he was helpless and sliding his hands up under Tango’s shirt, up and up until Tango was tugging it off, and Jimmy was leaning in, and he was pressing kisses to Tango’s chest, hands gliding back to his hips, holding him steady while Jimmy licked across one of his nipples.
Tango’s hands fell into Jimmy’s hair, gentle now, even as Jimmy licked across different layers of scar tissue- from the creeper blast that’d brought them together, from various swords, from what Jimmy assumed had to have been top surgery, by the looks of it.
“How do you want to do this?” Jimmy asked, looking up. Tango’s eyes were dark, his face starting to flush red, all his attention focused on Jimmy. He held back another shiver.
“Have you ever fucked someone before?” Tango asked, blunt, without any of the teasing Jimmy was used to.
“Yes. But only women, I’ve never- done that with a man.”
Tango nodded, pushing Jimmy back until he was lying on the bed, scooting up to reach the pillow, pulling Tango along. Tango went easy, pliant for several moments, his mouth easily finding Jimmy’s.
He couldn’t catch his breath, not with Tango lying on top of him, licking into his mouth, soft and sweet. All he could do was kiss back and run his hands along Tango’s back, hold him closer.
Eventually, Tango broke the kiss, resting their foreheads together for a moment. Jimmy opened his eyes, staring at Tango, beyond captivated. The whole server could be awake and out for blood, for all he knew, and he still wouldn’t be able to look away.
Tango shifted, reaching to the side and coming back with a jar of slick that had Jimmy’s blush somehow worsening. He prodded Jimmy in the side, so he shifted, until Tango was lying on his back in the middle of their bed and Jimmy was pressed to his side, still in his clothes and impossibly hard.
Jimmy buried his face in Tango’s neck, pressing kisses to his hot skin, while Tango lifted his hips and wriggled out of his trousers and underwear. Jimmy should probably do the same, but he didn’t want to stop touching him, not even for a second.
“Come on.” Tango said, pulling Jimmy out of his neck for a quick kiss. “You’re no use to me if you’re fully dressed.”
“I’m very useful! All the time!” Jimmy protested, but he was laughing, and so was Tango. Tango, whose hand was snaking between his own legs, his thighs parting, and-
Jimmy wriggled out of his clothes in record time, tossing his shirt across the room with prejudice, dropping his trousers with a little more care for all the various things stuffed in the pockets.
By the time he was done, Tango’s fingers were slicked up, the jar open on the sheets next to him.
Jimmy swallowed, and then levered himself up slightly. “Can I-?”
Tango blinked at him, caught with his legs spread wide. And then he grinned, wrapping his dry hand around the back of Jimmy’s neck to haul him back down for another kiss, no less sweet than before, even when he bit down on Jimmy’s lip.
“Yeah. Yeah, go ahead.” He shifted, swinging his leg out, and then Jimmy was settled in between them, both hands braced on either side of Tango’s hips, still completely unable to look away from him. “I prefer it in my ass.” Tango said, offering Jimmy the jar.
Jimmy nodded, quick and sharp, slicking up his fingers.
“I, uh. Like that, too. For myself.” He offered, caught in the little nest of vulnerability and familiarity they’d woven around themselves.
Tango’s eyes darkened even more, and his legs tightened around Jimmy’s waist. “Another time, then.”
“Yeah.” Jimmy breathed, sitting up so that he could see what he was doing. Tango helpfully tipped his hips up, and Jimmy gripped the inside of his thigh, holding him open, oh gosh-
Tango was so warm and soft, and when Jimmy glanced up he was watching him, through half-lidded eyes, as if he had as much trouble looking away as Jimmy did.
It was a jolt to the gut, a rush of heat, and somehow it stabilised him enough to focus, to move.
Jimmy brushed a finger against Tango’s clit, light and teasing, moving away when his hips twitched into it. He moved onwards, then, because Tango had given him a job to do, and he was going to do it, and then he was going to- anyway, focus.
He skipped downwards, finding Tango’s hole, and glanced back up, waiting for him to nod. He did, so Jimmy pushed gently forwards, coaxing him open. There was a moment of resistance, and then, oh, he opened up, Jimmy’s finger gliding easily into soft heat.
He glanced up again, and Tango was still watching him, one hand now up and gripping the headboard. Jimmy gave him a second, and then started slowly moving his finger, his eyes locked on Tango’s.
Tango let out a soft moan as Jimmy worked his finger back in him, quiet enough that he wouldn’t’ve noticed it, if he hadn’t been tuned into every part of Tango to the exclusion of everything else, including good sense.
His free hand came up, capturing one of Tango’s, and he tangled their fingers together, even as he rocked his finger inside Tango, easing him open. He could feel their hearts beating in his ears, an unavoidable drumbeat.
“More.” Tango said, somehow still mostly composed.
Jimmy let out a shuddery breath and complied, pulling his finger out, checked there was still enough lube, and then he was pressing two against Tango’s hole. They slipped in easy, but he went slowly, watching Tango’s chest rise and fall, waiting as Tango’s hand clenched down on his own before loosening again.
Things got easier, Tango’s legs shifting, pulling Jimmy closer, and it was Jimmy’s turn to squeeze Tango’s hand, drawing stability from him even as the way he took his fingers, the way he looked taking his fingers threatened to shake him apart.
The sun warm on his back, Jimmy started to move more decisively, spreading his fingers inside Tango, thrusting them into him with gentle force. He earned several jagged sighs, which he was going to put on a shelf with all of his other prized possessions, and kept at it, stretching Tango open. Stretching him open for his cock, oh god. There was no way he was going to be able to keep it together long enough.
“Come on, more.” Tango breathed, nails biting into the back of Jimmy’s hand. “Hurry up.”
Jimmy shuddered, shifting his hips and biting his lip as his cock brushed against the back of Tango’s thigh.
He did what he was told.
He slid his fingers out and added a third, watching Tango’s face closely for any hint of pain. Tango winced for a moment, and Jimmy stilled, watching as Tango heaved out a breath and nodded, eyes fluttering back open, once again meeting Jimmy’s.
So Jimmy pushed in further, all the way, watching Tango’s face as he took all three of them to the hilt. Watching the flush of red across his face, the flutter of his eyelashes, the way his dark eyes never broke from Jimmy’s.
He hadn’t expected it, couldn’t’ve- but his soulmate was perfect.
Tango pulled on their joined hands, momentarily unbalancing Jimmy, and he tried to let go, but Tango wouldn’t let him. And then it made sense, because Tango was arching up towards him, tightening around Jimmy’s fingers, and they were kissing again. Sloppy and shaky, constantly interrupted by gasping breaths as Jimmy moved his fingers in Tango.
He was so close to overbalancing, to leaning too far forwards and faceplanting, hurting them both in the process, but Tango kept him steady, with their joined hands and the one on his shoulder, holding him up, keeping him close. Jimmy let Tango worry about it, all his attention devoted to the way Tango felt around his fingers, to the way their lips slid together, to the graze of teeth against his bottom lip.
“Jimmy.” Tango breathed, soft against Jimmy’s mouth. Jimmy’s eyes flew open again. “Fuck me.”
Jimmy couldn’t think for several moments over the roaring in his ears, but as soon as he could he was moving, sitting up and pulling his fingers out of Tango, curling his hand around his cock for a moment of dizzying relief.
Tango watched him hungrily, trapping him between his thighs, under the heavy weight of his eyes. Good thing Jimmy wasn’t planning on going anywhere.
“Okay, uh, how do you want-” Jimmy stumbled over his words, hands falling to the soft skin of Tango’s spread thighs. Tango spread them even further, raising a hand that Jimmy obligingly ducked into, letting Tango grip the back of his neck.
“Nice and easy at first, yeah?” Tango said, eyes soft. And then his nails bit into Jimmy’s skin, and he grinned, sharp and pleased. “And then, well- let’s put you through your paces, shall we? I won’t break.”
Jimmy shivered again, swaying under Tango’s grip. “Okay.” He breathed, mostly to himself. “Okay.”
He shifted forwards, wrapping his hand around his cock, his other once again gripping Tango’s hip, holding him steady. Jimmy bit his lip, steadying his breathing, and then- then he lined himself up, glanced up at Tango’s face, just to check, and then he started easing himself in.
The feeling stole his breath away.
He could feel Tango, warm and tight around him, feel the prickling fade of pain through the soulbond, but he kept moving forwards, a slow and steady slide until he was fully buried inside him. Tango would tell him if he needed to stop.
Jimmy brushed a thumb down, against where Tango’s ass was spread open around his cock, and then he managed to tear his eyes away, looking up to his face. Which- oh.
Tango’s face was fully slack, almost dazed, in a way Jimmy had never seen, even when he was asleep, even when he was coming against Jimmy’s mouth. His mouth was open, lips red and wet, for once not curving up into a mischievous smirk.
He didn’t move, couldn’t move, not with Tango so hot around him. Jimmy waited, one hand on Tango’s hip, until he felt more steady, less like he was about to fly apart and come his brains out.
Then, because really he couldn’t help it, he glanced back down, watched as he pulled out, slow and steady, just the barest bit, before rocking back in again. Tango took him hungrily, and Jimmy swore he saw his clit twitch and throb.
So he moved again, pulling out a little further and hesitating before thrusting back in, just a touch harder this time. Tango let out a noise that was somewhere between a sigh and a groan, so Jimmy did it again, watching his face, hungry for it.
Tango’s eyes fluttered back open, his thighs wrapping around Jimmy’s hips. Tango pulled him down, and Jimmy went, hands landing solidly beside his shoulders.
“Yeah, there you go.” Tango murmured, gliding a hand down Jimmy’s back. Jimmy’s hips snapped involuntarily, and he stumbled to apologise, only to get interrupted by Tango, hauling him into a biting kiss.
So he did it again, pulling almost all the way out and then driving back into him, revelling in the way Tango felt around him, in the press of his thighs holding him close.
“Tango-” Jimmy whined, breaking the kiss and dropping his head, forehead pressing against the pillow beside Tango.
“Yeah, that’s it, come on.” Tango urged him on, sounding breathy and almost enchanted.
Jimmy was helpless, thrusting into Tango again and again, slowly picking up speed. It felt so good he was shaking with it, arms giving out until his chest brushed against Tango’s.
“Oh-” Tango said, hand settling at the small of Jimmy’s back, urging him on. “Oh, you’re really-”
“Tango you feel so good, I-” Jimmy didn’t know how he managed to get the words out, managed to shape them into something other than desperate, sobbing moans.
“Yeah?”
Jimmy whined, steadying his arm under himself, needing the leverage. He was properly fucking Tango, now, driving into him again and again, barely managing to keep it gentle enough.
“Yeah,” Tango panted, around a shuddery moan. “Yeah, Jimmy, come on. It’s okay, come on, fuck me.”
The last vestiges of restraint snapped, broken by Tango’s hand in his hair, holding him steady above him. Jimmy struggled to keep his eyes open, still unable to look away, even as he shifted enough to start fucking Tango for real.
The first harsh snap of his hips took Tango’s breath away, stealing Jimmy’s along with it. He didn’t hesitate to pull out and do it again, Tango cursing below him, thighs tightening around him.
“Yeah-” Tango gasped out, hand tightening in Jimmy’s hair. “Yeah, just like that. You’re perfect.”
Jimmy couldn’t think, could only whine and shake and fuck him harder.
Tango spurred him on, fingers tight in his hair, pressing solidly against his lower back. “Come on, harder.”
Jimmy sobbed, pleasure forcing his eyes closed without his permission. He could feel a burn building in his thighs, but that was nothing compared to how Tango felt around him, welcoming and tight and so, so hot.
Tango was a solid anchor, wrapped around his cock and his hips and his soul, keeping him from flying apart even as he drove him closer to the edge, urged him further and further, beyond where Jimmy ever thought he could go.
He was close, so close to coming already, but he wouldn’t- couldn’t- come without Tango, without his permission.
“Tango, please-”
“Yeah, baby?” Tango sounded wrecked, but he still managed to put that sly curl into his voice, wrapping it around them both. “What’cha need? Come on, give it to me.”
Jimmy’s hands tightened in the sheets, arms shaking from the effort of keeping himself upright and steady. He shifted, lifting enough that he could see Tango again, through wide hazy eyes.
Tango smiled at him, a grin broken in the middle by a ragged moan when Jimmy thrust in deep.
He gave Tango everything he had.
It already belonged to him, anyway.
Tango urged him on, a steady chant of “Yeah, yeah, just like that,” and Jimmy fell apart, driving endlessly into Tango, again and again, slamming into him so hard it was a wonder Tango didn’t break. But he didn’t, just took whatever Jimmy gave him, took and took and took, perfect and open for him.
Tango moaned his name, and Jimmy lost the last shred of sense he didn’t know he had, dissolving into gasping moans of “Tango, Tango please, Tango-”
His whole body was sparking with pleasure, burning with it, like the ranch had, like Tango always seemed to be in some hidden way. Their paired heartbeats were racing, their pace struggling to match the rhythm of Jimmy’s hips.
He felt like he was going to explode.
Tango moved, hand leaving its place at the small of Jimmy’s back, and he whined without meaning to. Tango laughed, and Jimmy felt his hand work between the two of them, glanced down to see Tango working his clit between his fingers.
“It’s okay, sweet thing.” Tango soothed him, arching up to press a quick kiss to Jimmy’s mouth, between his gasping breaths. “You’re so perfect for me. I wanna come first, yeah?”
Jimmy nodded, unable to do anything else, unable to do anything but give Tango everything he wanted. His whole self, his life, his soul. His cock, making space inside him, spreading him open, hard and fast. Everything.
He was so, so desperately close. But Tango wanted him to wait, wanted him to come second, and he could do that. He could do anything, for Tango.
Tango was tightening around him, rocking back into his thrusts, his hand working between them. Jimmy watched as his head tipped back, eyes closed, hair a mess, mouth hanging open. He watched as Tango stuttered through moans, as Tango’s whole body shifted with each of Jimmy’s thrusts, as his hand clamped down on the back of Jimmy’s neck, holding him close.
“Tango, I-”
“You can do it, I know you can. God you’re so good.”
Jimmy dropped to his elbows with a sob, sliding an arm down to wrap around Tango’s lower back, lifting him up and holding him still, holding him steady as Jimmy drove his cock deep into him.
“Oh-” Tango moaned, and Jimmy couldn’t look away from his face. “Jimmy-”
Tango’s eyes opened a fraction for a second, landing on Jimmy’s. He moaned again, and Jimmy thrust in with everything he had, and just like that, their eyes locked together, Tango came.
He tightened impossibly around Jimmy, clenching down on his cock, and Jimmy kept moving, unable to do anything else, chasing the pleasure, helpless as he watched Tango’s face screw up and his jaw drop, moaning his name.
Tango’s hand tightened on the back of his neck, and he moaned his name again, and Jimmy was gone.
He drove himself deep into Tango, arm wrapped around him holding him tight, and he fell apart, curling around his soulmate as he came with a sob.
It tore him apart, pleasure ripping through him so hard it was almost painful, his legs spasming, his arm giving out and dropping him to collapse on Tango’s chest, their hearts pressed close together. It took a moment for him to be able to breathe again, let alone think.
Tango was there, the whole time, running fingers through his hair, hands down his back, softly murmuring praise into his ear. Jimmy drifted in it for a moment, warm and exhausted.
He managed to lift his head up, enough to see Tango’s face. Tango looked over at him with a smile, pulling him into another kiss, guiding him through it, gentle and messy, both of them still gasping for breath.
“You,” Tango breathed, “Are the best soulmate I could’ve ever asked for.”
Jimmy’s heart caught again, and he didn’t know what to say, so he just kissed Tango again, holding him closer, closer than was maybe reasonable, in a world like this, in a game like this. But Tango was his soulmate, and if anything could overcome his curse, the doom resting on his shoulder, it was this, it was them.
He’d give Tango anything he asked for.
He’d give them a life. He’d give them a future.
…In fifteen minutes, once they’d both caught their breaths. He could have that, at least, before facing the day, before facing down whatever challenges it would bring. Thanks to Tango, he could have that.