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Cowboy

Arthur sighed softly as he shut the door behind him.

"Kirkland."

The businessman jolted and stiffened. "... And here I thought I was going to have a relaxing evening."

The other man chuckled, pushing himself off the dark wall. "No can do, Kirkland. Not tonight."

Arthur turned around, hanging up his coat. "Jones, I have no time for this."

The dusty cowboy huffed with a smirk. "You used t' always have time for me, whether you had to make it or not." His boots thudded against the creaking wood floors. Arthur's teeth grit together, but he kept himself composed. "C'mon, Arthur."

"I forbid you from calling me by name, Jones." Arthur snapped, raising his chin. "For two years you have not been allowed to call me by name."

Alfred nodded. "I know you say you want that, but I know you miss the way I used to whisper your name in your ear." Alfred reached forward and tucked a lock of hair behind Arthur's ear.

Arthur shuddered, but stepped away. "Don't touch me."

"Don't tell me you're still angry with me for goin' off to New York for just a month."

"You left me without a goodbye and came back with a dainty, proper lady hooked to your arm."

"And yet we both know dainty and proper ain't my style." Alfred grinned, grabbing Arthur's waist and pulling him closer. Arthur gasped. "I like 'em like I like my horses. Feisty and untamable." Alfred leaned down and tugged on Arthur's ear with his teeth.

The Brit bit back a pleased sigh and shoved Alfred's chest. "I've long moved on, Jones. I'm engaged to be wed now."

Alfred groaned and rolled his eyes. "Yes, to my cousin. Amelia. I know. She will not shut her loud mouth about it. She's too damn excited if ya ask me. I think she just sees all that money-"

"How dare you!" Arthur jerked in surprise. "Amelia does not seek money! How do I know it is not you who is seeking money?"

Alfred grabbed Arthur's wrist. "Because I cannot benefit from your money. If you die, that money goes elsewhere and I don't get a damn nickel. All Amelia talks about is your estate and your wealthy business. She doesn't talk about your personality, your smile, your voice, the things you like, things you don't like. Amelia doesn't mention what she wants the wedding to be like or how many children you're going to have one day." Alfred pulled Arthur to the bed and shoved him down as he spoke. Arthur's jaw was left agape. The Brit couldn't find words to speak. "I, however," Alfred gently lay Arthur back and crawled over him, his knee between Arthur's legs. "I always have you on my mind. Your eyes," Alfred ran his thumb just beneath Arthur's eye, "your skin," Alfred leaned down, his lips brushing over Arthur's cheek, "your lips," their lips barely touched, "your voice," Alfred trailed his lips down Arthur's neck. Arthur sighed, tilting his head back. "Everything, Arthur. All of you."

Despite the cold, Alfred slowly began to remove clothes from Arthur and himself until they were both bare and tangled in thin sheets. Arthur gasped and sighed, fingers tangled in Alfred's hair as Alfred touched his bare skin.

"You've missed me," Alfred mused, sucking and nipping the base of Arthur's neck. Easy to cover. "You have no idea how happy it makes me to know that you still miss me whenever I leave on my adventures, though you hate me."

Arthur moaned, back arching as Alfred prodded his entrance with his warm fingers. "I won't go any further unless you say it, though." Arthur released an involuntary whine, fingers tugging on Alfred's hair. "Just say it."