The Outlaw's of the South

Chapter Eleven

  As Skiler and Abigor finish the bottle, Jenika makes her way back over to their table. Sliding her arms around Skiler's neck from behind, she leans down to speak in his ear.
  "Ya know cowboy, if you ever decide to swing the other way, I'd be more than happy to fulfill your needs." She whispers next to his ear.
  "Oh, I'm sure ya would." Ski chuckles, as he takes his last swallow of whiskey. "But my dick only swings Rebel's way."
  "Can't blame a girl for tryin'." Jenika giggles and kisses him on the cheek. "What about you, Abigor?"
  "I should be offended that I'm your second choice but I'm too drunk to give a shit." Abigor laughs, as he leans back into his chair.
  "Let's go then." Jenika smiles, as she takes Abigor by the hand and pulls him up from the table.
  "Once a whore always a whore." Ski says to himself, as he watches Jenika pull his friend up the stairs.
 
  I believe yer cheatin' boy." An old-timer says from the poker table.
  Skiler turns around in his chair to see if Rebel needed his help.
  Rebel chuckles as he claims his loot.
  "Shut up, Ike." Another cowboy growls. "He won that game fair and square. You just suck at poker."
  Rebel looks around to see his handsome outlaw sitting alone at the table. Skiler smiles and winks at him.
  "Well, that's going to be the end of it for me today." Rebel smiles, as he gathers his winnings. "Uh, Miss?" He stops a barmaid, as she passes by. "Can you bring these fine gentlemen a bottle of your finest whiskey?" He lays the money in her hand as he gets up from the table. "Have a good ay, gentlemen." He tips his hat then makes his way back over to Skiler's table.
  "Well, hello there, cutie." Ski smiles. "Care to join me?"
  "Don't mind if I do." Rebel giggles, as he sits down next to the outlaw. "Where'd Abigor go?"
  "He's upstairs fucking Jenika." Ski chuckles.
  "Jenika is here?" Rebel asks, as he motions for a couple drinks.
  "Yep. Turns out. She owns this place." Ski says, as he smiles up at the barmaid as she places their drinks on the table.
  "Yeah, good for her." Rebel says with a bit of sarcasm in his voice, as he drinks the shot of whikey.
  "You know you don't have a reason to be jealous, right?" Ski asks, as he turns his eyes to his lover.
  "Honey, she'd fuck you in a heartbeat." Rebel replies.
  "Sweetie, she'd fuck anybody in a heartbeat. That's what whores do." Ski chuckles.
  "Ski bug, I'm being serious. She'd gladly spread her legs for you." Rebel pouts.
  "Maybe. But I have no intentions in crawling in between them." Ski says, as he takes his lover by the hand. He leans over and smiles at the pout on his boyfriend's lips. "Your legs are the only ones that I'll ever crawl between." He adds in a soft voice.
  A smile plays on the dark-haired male's lips, as he leans in to meet the outlaw's lips.
  "You have a way with words, Cowboy." Rebel says, before kissing Skiler again. "Wanna go get a room?"
  "Marvelous idea." Ski smiles, as he stands and holds his hand down to his lover. "Shall we?"
  "We shall." Rebel giggles, as he takes Skiler's hand.

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  The old man behind the counter at The Grand Palace Hotel smiles at the two men as they walk in.
  "How may I help you, gentlemen?" He asks with a smile.
  "We'd like a room, please." Ski says, as he places his elbows on the counter.
  "Okay." The man says, as he opens the registry book. "How about rooms 103 and 112?"
  "We just need one." Ski states, as he looks lovingly around at his partner that had his head laying on his shoulder.
  The old man's smile fades as he closes the book.
  "Sorry, no rooms available." He says, as he puts the book away.
  "But you just said two room numbers." Ski says, giving the man a questonale look.
  "I was mistaken. Those are reserved." The elderly man states, as he glares at the outlaw.
  "As big as this hotel is and you don't have not one room available?" Rebel asks, as he looks around at the couple coming in that had just gotten off the stagecoach.
  "That's right." The man growls as he turns his attention to the man and his wife. "How may I help you?"
  "We'd like a room." The man says.
  "Sure thing." The old man says, as he opens the book again.
  "Wait a minute." Ski says, as he slaps his hand down on the registry. "You just told us that you didn;t have anything available."
  "Not for your kind." The hotel owner says, as he glares at Skiler.
  "Our kind?" Rebel asks.
  "That's right. Your kind. I own this hotel and I don't allow men couples in my hotel. A man laying with another man is a sin and I won't have it here. Understand!" The man says, loudly. "So GET OUT!"
  Rebel looks around at the connecting restuarant to see that all eyes were on them. One set of eyes, in particular, gave Rebel a sad look.
  Jace was sitting at the corner table enjoying his meal, but his meal turned sour as he heard what was being sad at the hotel desk.
  "Listen here, you son of a bitch..." SKi growls, as he leans towards the old man.
  "Ski, sweetie, let's just go." Rebel says softly, as he takes hold of his lover's arm. He was clearly embarrassed by the scene the man was causing.
  Rebel manages to pull Skiler out of the hotel without any more being said.
  "Let's just go home." Rebel says, with disappointment in his voice. "It's apparent that we are not welcome here."
  "Hell no." Ski replies, as he begins to walk quickly towards the saloon.
  "Where are you going?" Rebel asks, having to run to catch up with his boyfriend.
  "Jenika has some explaining to do." Ski answers, as they walk into the saloon and Skiler heads up the stairs pulling Rebel along with him.
  As they reach the top of the stairs, they come to a hallway with several doors on each side. The outlaw knew that Jenika lived in one of the rooms but didn't know which one. Employees of the saloon probably lived in the others.
  "JENIKA!" Ski yells, as he begins to walk down the hall banging on each of the doors.
  "Skiler! WHat are you doing?!" Rebel whispers loudly.
  "JENIKA! COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE!" Ski sang out.
  The door that he was just fixing to bang on suddenly opens and Jenika appears, wearing nothing but a robe.
  "WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, SKI?" Jenika yells, as she grabs him by the arm and pullls him inside her room. "ARE YOU DRUNK?!"
  Rebel hurries in and closes the door behind them.
  "HELL NO, I AIN'T DRUNK! I'M PISSED OFF!" Ski yells, as he glances down at the bed to see Abigor with the covers pulled up to his waist. "SORRY!"
  "Please, stop your yelling. There are employees trying to sleep." Jenika scolds.
  "Well, it must be nice to have a fucking bed to sleep in. Why did you lie to me?" Ski asks, glaring at the blonde beauty.
  "About what?" She asks, as she forces him to sit down in a chair. 
  "Oh, let me think, oh yeah, maybe the part about this town being open to gay men? Really? We just got threw out of the fucking hotel!" Ski says angrily, as he swings his arm to point in the diresction of the hotel.
  "Are you serious?" Abigor asks, as he sits up in bed.
  "Yep. He doesn't allow 'our kind' to stay there." Rebel answers. "It was so embarrassing. Everyone was staring at us like we had yellow fever or something."
  "All I wanted was a nice soft bed where I could make love to my boyfriend without waking up with hay stuck to MY ASS CRACK!" Ski yells, as he glares at Jenika.
  "Calm down, Ski." Abigor chuckles.
  "Yeah, we'll think of something." Jenika says, as she sits down on the bed beside Abigor.
  Abigor has seen his friend angry several times but not this angry. He watches Skiler as the outlaw twists his jaw and glares at Jenika. Could he have been embarrassed too and just transformed it into anger?
  "I got an idea." Jenika says with a smile. "Abigor can go and rent a room. You guys can slip up through the back way. IN the back alley, they have ladders leading up to each room in case of fire. Abigor can go to the room and open the window. You guys can climb in that way."
  "But what about Abigor? Won't he need a room for himself?" Rebel asks. He knew that both Kharlos and Adan would be coming to the hotel after they got through with business at the brothel and Jace was already there.
  "Uh, no. Abigor can come back here. We can finish what we were so rudely interrupted doing and he can just sleep here." Jenika smiles.
  "Screw you, Jenika." Ski growls, as he stands up from the chair.
  "Come on, Abigor." He adds, turning on his heels and heading for the door, grabbing Rebel's hand on the way.
  "You have to look over Skiler." Rebel says with an apologetic smile. "He's just horny."