Bill and Javier were never really fond of each other's company. Javier thought Bill was a queer and a Scrooge. Bill thought Javier was using Dutch and thought he was a greaser. There was one exception.
It was a gloomy winter night. The gang sat around a campfire and sang and told stories! Bill seemed to be pretty pissed off. He kept quiet and seemed just, depressed like. Javier noticed. He finished the song he played and strummed Bill's favorite song. Bill lifted his head, sipping his drink. He grinned. Javier had never seen him grin. The Mexican man laughed, interrupting the guitar playing.
'Javier, you good?' John asked.
'Yeah- just- pfft-' Javier tried to say, laughing his hindend off.
'Give me a minute, please-' Javier said, gasping for air. This angered him, it angered Bill. When the "celebration" type deal ended, Bill sneakily approached Javier.
'Escuella! Were you laughing at me?' Bill seriously questioned him.
'No. Well, yes. I just thought it was kinda cute. When you, y'know, grinned.' Javier admitted.
'Cute? I ain't cute, Escuella! I swear, I'm never smiling again. Not for no reason, ever.' Bill commented.
'Bill, I didn't mean it like that.' Javier groaned, annoyed. This stirred up a few folk, like Marybeth, Arthur, and Dutch who would end up extinguishing the argument.
'Yeah, Javier. I'm sure you didn't mean it like "that." You meant it like you were a goddamn queer, Escuella. I'm right.' Bill accused.
'Damn it, Williamson. I did not. If you want to accuse me, do it. Only over my body.' Javier finished.
'Javier- you son of a $2 whore! If you don't fucking stop, I'll kill you like they did Sean. I swear to god, I will. Tell Dutch, I don't care.' Bill shouted.
'Boys! Boys! Stop your arguing. You woke up Jack. Again. Just, stop boys.' Dutch commanded. The two parted ways and ignored each other for about 30 minutes. Javier felt a heavy grip around his wrist. He was being dragged across camp. He felt himself being pushed up against a tree. Chapped lips met his in a rough kiss.
'Bill-' Javier panted. Javier wrapped his arms around the bigger. 'Billl..' he begged. Multiple kisses were planted among his neck.
'Shut up. Don't let anyone hear you.' Javier obeyed. Both the men got impatient and started removing on another's clothes.
The Mexican woke up completely dazed. He was laying in his bedroll, but something was off. His ass and head was pounding, along with him just wearing his shorts and undergarments. His hair was extremely fucked up and soaked with sweat. He smelled of sex and his hand felt like it had been came on. He couldn't remember a lot, but he remembers Bill pounding into his ass. Whatever the cause, he didn't care much.
