Running With An Outlaw

7

After a few hours the outlaw finally managed to fall asleep, his arm wrapped around the man he had growing feelings for, but he wouldn't admit what they fully meant still. After all, they had only known each other for a few days and he wasn't about to scare away the only thing he cared about by getting ahead of himself.
As the dawn broke, the sun climbed back up into the sky and shone down upon the two men who were tangled up in a cuddling mess. Clinton groaned and slowly began to come to and he opened his eyes and blinked a few times and then he looked at Samuel and smiled lightly.
He leaned over the man and softly kissed his forehead, "Wake up, babe... We got a long day ahead of us..." he said in a soft whisper, purposefully using the word Sam said he liked.
Sam woke at the soft kiss on his forehead and gave a soft groan and stretched slightly as he tried to wake himself up.
"I know...." He sighed finally and forced his eyes open and sat up, rubbing his eyes with his palm to rid them of the sleep that threatened to take over again. Hearing Clint call him babe sent a spark through Samuel's chest and he replied with a fond but tired ,"Good morning, handsome."
"Mmm, it sucks getting up. Believe me, I'd love to sleep in with you but we don't have the time" Clinton said and slowly sat up and then he kissed Samuel's hand and smiled as the younger man gave him a good morning. "Good morning yourself." he said and then slowly got up and walked over and grabbed a canteen of water and then handed it to Samuel.
"Here." he said and then stretched some himself, the way he was moving it was clear his shoulder feeling a lot better today.
"I had a very interesting dream last night, Sam. I had a dream we left this state and we settled down in a little house, and I... proposed to you and then we... we got married. And then I woke up... But it felt like something else important was supposed to happen... It was... it felt so real." he said and ran a hand through his messy hair.
Sam mumbled a thank you before taking a sip of the water. His face flushing when he started talking about his dream.
"That sounds like a really good dream, I surprisingly didn't have one last night," he said with a smile, his face still a dull pink, before shutting the canteen and standing up with another stretch. He gave a soft groan when his back popped lightly and left feeling less stiff. What he didn't say out loud was that he secretly hoped that the dream would become reality.
The outlaw couldn't help but slightly smile at the comment the sheriff's son made about the dream he had, had. "Yeah, it was a good dream... I for once in my life felt like I had a purpose. I was happy. That's how you make me feel..."
Clinton tilted his head some as he heard Sam's back pop. "Lay down on the blanket for a minute on your stomach." he ordered and waited to see if Sam would do as he said.
"Why?" Sam asked in confusion but sat back down on the blanket and laid on his stomach, resting his head on his arms and he waited to see what the outlaw had in store for him.
"And you make me happy too, Clint. Happier than I can even describe," he smiled as he lifted his head to look at his partner.
Clinton chuckled, "You'll see, be patient." he said and then he knelt down beside Samuel and began to massage his shoulders at first, slowly working his one hand down the man's middle of his back, the heel of his palm working into his partner's muscles, getting the knots out.
"I've noticed your back has been popping a lot, and you seem to be favoring one side of your body in the saddle more than the other. Your back's a mess, babe." he said and kept working on it, leaning down and softly kissing the back of his neck.
Sam rolled his eyes as Clint started to massage his back tensing slightly if he hit a particularly rough knot in his back. It felt good to have the man working the knots out of his back.
"I've gotten used to it, its usually only stiff in the mornings," he explained smiling when the outlaw kissed the back of his neck.
He then ran his hands up and down his back just for good measure and then he exhaled and kissed Sam's neck softly before rolling him over and leaning over top of him and putting his hands above his head, intertwining their fingers. Samuel moved slightly when he was rolled over so that he was comfortable, looking up into his face. He felt like he was at his mercy, but he loved it.
"Feel better now, handsome?"
"Much better, I don't think my back has felt this good in years. You're good with your hands."
"In more ways than one." he said in a seductive tone in Samuel's ear before giving it a gentle nip.
"Mhm, that's the damn truth~" he purred as he looked up at Clint, a shiver running now his spine at the nip.
"You're really good with your hands on a particular area of me, as well. Which I'm surprised that area of me didn't get 'morning stiff'..." he said and then kissed along Samuel's jawline.
"Mmm.... Maybe I'm doing something wrong?" He joked as he turned his head slightly so that he could kiss the side of his face when Clint kissed his jaw.
"Do that again." Clinton almost begged, his body slightly heating up from the sexy purr his partner had made. "And no, you aren't doing anything wrong. Just didn't have a sex dream last night to get me 'up' in the morning, I guess." he laughed and then he kissed Samuel again before he kissed along his neck and then whispered in his ear. "Good to hear your back feels better. I love knowing I can make you feel good." he said and then slowly got up and he looked to his gelding and then back to Sam.
"You have yet to fail in making me feel good," Sam purred again, his face flushing when the outlaw practically begged him to purr for him.
"I haven't? That's good to know. I hope I don't ever fail at making you satisfied, Sam." he said in a whisper in Samuel's ear.
"Want some help up, or do you want to have a quickie... before we head off?" he asked and offered a hand to Samuel.
"Your choice."
Sam looked up at him with a soft laugh as the brunette moved to get up trying to decide which of those he wanted. He slowly grabbed his hand and pulled him back down on top of him carefully as he made his decision and wrapped his legs around his waist.
The brunette laughed as Sam pulled him down over top of him. "Didn't think you'd say no. So, am I on top this time? Think you'd be up for some loving?" he asked and then pushed Sam's hands above his head and held them down as he began kissing down his chest.
"I doubt you will ever fail to satisfy me, handsome," he smiled as his arms were moved above his head and pinned down. His breathing hitched slight as he kissed down his chest. "Yes, I want you on top this time, and I'm more than up for for lovin'," he answered finally half closing his eyes as he focus on remembering to breathe as the outlaw kissed his chest.
"Good, cause I want to love you. What would you like me to do to you this time? Just the usual or try something new?" he asked and his hands ran up and down the sheriff's son's arms, his lips going up the mans chest and to his neck. "Hmm, handsome? What do you desire...?"
"Let's try something new, but you get to decide what" he replied as he lowered his arms and put them around Clint's neck. His skin flushing at each of the kisses and each spot left tingling with want for more. "I like it when you do that," he admitted as he ran his fingers slowly through the man's hair.
"Well, how do you feel about me putting my tongue in you...?" he asked and kissed along the man's collarbone now and then whispered in his ear, "Or maybe even try a sixty-nine position kind of thing. What would you rather do? I want you to be comfortable with what I do. I don't want to do something that'll freak you out or anything." he said and kissed down his arm before he wrapped them around his neck.
"And I love when you kiss me, as well... Especially all my abs, its real sensitive to kisses there... and further... south, if you know what I mean." he said with a grin.
"I'm willing to try either of those, don't worry I'll let you know if I get uncomfortable," Sam smiled and moved a hand to grab the man's chin and lead his lips up to his own, craving the touch.
"That's useful information that's definitely going to be put to good use," he stated as he moved a leg to gently brush against the man's crotch with a flirty smile, hoping to get a rise of of him.
"Eager for either? That's the kind of man I love." Clinton chuckled and then he gasped slightly as the younger man brushed his leg over his crotch. "S-Sneaky aren't you?" he stammered out and then he kissed and lightly bit the side of the man's neck playfully before he then brought his one hand down and began to fumble with Samuel's belt on his jeans.