RDR2 ONESHOTS ;; REQ ➥

𝘋𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳. ;; 𝘋𝘝𝘓

SUMMARY : user is a gay man in denial, mutual pining with dutch !! takes place in colter because it'd be deliciously awkward considering mfs wouldn't be able to step 2 feet away without freezing they asses off FUCK IM SO GAY

WARNINGS : smut, period typical homophobia

RATING : masculine reader

Wind whipped up snow against the windows, branches rattling and spreading the cold as the weather got worse. Hosea's worries were warranted, given almost nobody wanted to go outside. You felt bad for the folk who got stuck with guard duty, toes falling numb in their boots.

You were disappointed to learn you were now one of those unlucky men. A rifle shoved into your arms, hardly able to pull some gloves and a coat on as you were standing outside the dingy little shack, breathing ragged and shivering.

You couldn't fucking wait for this weather to pass. It was a nightmare. Why on mother nature's green earth couldn't Micah take a damned turn? It'd been a rotation of maybe three people. You, Javier, And Lenny. Bill, if you got lucky for a break.

After about an hour, you couldn't bare it anymore. Trading off with one of the other men as you pulled up a stool by the fire, not paying no mind to who you sat by. Hurrying your gloves off, shucking your coat tighter around your frame, you held your hands up to the warm fire.

"All that snow go to your bones?" A familiar, smooth voice asked. Glancing over, you saw Dutch. His nose and cheeks were subtly pinker then usual, likely to the cold. He had a book in his lap, but he wasn't actively reading it. After all, it's hard to turn a page when you can't feel your fingers.

"Maybe. Sure as hell feels like it." You rumbled, briefly rubbing your hands together, only stopping when it didn't benefit you in the slightest. The urge to curl up like a cat on the fire was growing... tempting.

Silence didn't last long whenever you talked to Dutch, the man always had something to say to you, almost like an eager best friend. Funny.

"Feel free to linger, It's bout time one of the other boys took a turn..." He reassured, one of his hands clapping against your back, an airy chuckle escaping him, His mustache furrowing with his wide smile.

A soft huff escaped you, nodding in agreement as you let your forearms balance on your knees. "Glad you think so, Dutch. It's not often I hear you agree with me." You admitted your surprise, your laugh slightly evolving to sound less uncomfortable, your shoulders loosening.

He raised his brows in interest, a slight "Ahh.." emanating from his chest, his hand lingering for a moment longer than you usually would've preferred. But right now? You appreciated what little warmth it offered.

When he finally pulled away, it was like a blanket was ripped from your chilled body, a subtle shudder slipping out of you. Neither of you mentioned it.

Two sets of eyes settled on the fire, and you couldn't help but occasionally glance over at him, studying his side profile. Women must've loved him, honest. He was handsome. They'd be stupid not to.

A weird, icky feeling stirred in your stomach. Why were you thinking about that? That's no business of yours. Nasty thoughts of gay folk n' the consequences they face swam in your mind as your brows furrowed at the fire, hands clasping together.

"Something' on your mind, Boy?" That rich texan vigor returned, going through one ear and out the other.

"...Sorry, What?" You asked him to repeat himself, managing to tear your eyes away from the fire. He was already looking at you. Why did this matter so much right now? Why did this feel important?