Legends of The Wild, Wild West (Arthur Morgan x John Marston)

Our lives

It was the next day, and Arthur awoke to an empty bed.
He vaguely remembers what happened last night, but he was afraid he might've done something to upset John... He knows he can be a nasty drunk.
Arthur got up immediately and changed his boozy clothes in a hurry and went outside.
"Where's John?" Arthur asked Tilly who was was loading a stagecoach outside.
"I'm afraid I don't know Mr. Morgan, would you please give me a hand with this thing?"
"Uhh.. in a minute" he said, speed walking away from her like a maniac with his messy hair.
"Ah! Arthur! Glad you're finally awake-"
"Dutch. Have you seen Marston?" Arthur interrupted politely.
"Oh, I believe he went ahead to the place we're headed to scout it for us."
"Oh" Arthur sighed in a mix of relief and disappointment.
"Come on, we're almost ready. I'll go ahead with the boys, and you gather what's left for you here and bring the stagecoach"
"Sure, Dutch."

The road trip was rough, but at least the weather was getting warmer.
Hosea and Charles were distracted by the beautiful scenery, but Arthur's mind was somewhere else.
After a while, they finally reached their destination, Horseshoe Overlook.. their new home.

Arthur got off the stagecoach without hesitation, and started stretching his back and looking around, and that's when he spots the brown-haired man standing by one of the tents fixing it.
Arthur walked over to John, but he was quickly pushed aside by Abigail who was also looking for the same man.
She didn't look very pleased.
"John Marston! How could you leave me and your son behind to do all the work?" Said an angry Abigail.
"What work, woman? I came here to set this tent for the both of you!"
"You didn't even help us pack!"
"Pack wha-"
Abigail left mid-sentence, passing by Arthur on the way. Arthur could've sworn that he could see flames coming out of her head as she walked away.
He then carefully made his way to John.

"What?" John said sharply.
"Uh.." Arthur's worries we're beginning to become a reality in his head now. "Nuthin'.. I just wanted to ask if ya needed any help with that."
"I'm good, Morgan" John said, bending down and carrying on with his work.
Arthur stood confused and stared at him for a second, before John noticed.
"Would you like a picture?" John said sarcastically.
"Hey.. you know I would love one."
John's eyes widened. He immediately looked around and pulled Arthur by the collar behind a tree nearby.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?!" John whispered angrily in his usual raspy voice.
"Nothing, but I definitely want to do a lotta things to ya now"
John then let go of his collar, "Arthur I ain't joking, what happened between us.. we need to talk about it."
"Well? I'm all ears."
John looked around, "fine, Arthur. It cannot happen again. Ever."
"But why? Did I make you do something you didn't wanna do?" Arthur asked, looking down.
"No, it's not that at all," John sighs, "look at our lives, Arthur. Do you know what will happen if word gets 'round that Dutch's gang is just a bunch of cock-sucking bastards?"
Arthur raises an eyebrow, "so what?"
"So what? Jesus.. Arthur I'm dead serious, what about Abigail an-"
Arthur cupped John's chin in and softly stroked his lip with his thumb.
He looked him in his chocolate-colored eyes.
"I really want to kiss ya right now."
"Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?"
"Yes, and I don't care."

Arthur pulled his face closer and kissed him softly.