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

The morning after

John woke up in his sleeping lover's arms.
He stayed there a little, admiring his pretty face while his mind wandered.
Considering all noise they were making earlier, Arthur looked surprisingly calm in his sleep.
He gave him a peck on the nose that woke him up.

"Hey there, cowboy." Said Arthur in a sleepy voice.
"Hey." John kissed the sleepy man,
"So... where does this leave us?" John says, resting his chin on Arthur's chest.
"I don't know, Johnny. I didn't even know what I was doing." Said Arthur, running his fingers through the brunette locks, "I just hope I didn't hurt you."
"Why would you think that?"
"Well... you was screaming."
"Oh, those were coming from pleasure more than pain..." John explained shyly, "Arthur, you make me feel things I didn't even know were possible." Blush was starting to become visible on the tanned man's face.
"John.."
"...I just hope the feeling is mutual. What's happening between us is nice and all, I only hope I'm not just some quick fuck to ya. I hope you're not just using me to get over someone else." John says, now with his eyes glittering with tears.
"John, John, John..." Arthur says holding John's face with both hands while looking him in the eye, "you was the reason things didn't work out with that someone in the first place."

John slowly sat up, still obviously in pain, "Then why didn't you let me know then? Why waste all those years?"
"And risk destroying everything we had? We've known each other since we was kids. I was scared you'd hate me." Arthur sits up next to John, "you got Abigail pregnant and you both seemed happy. I just assumed there's no way in hell you'd understand how I felt, so I just.." Arthur looks away quickly because his eyes were starting to tear up, "I'm not good at this." He sighed.

Arthur was not used to talking about his feelings. The only thing he knows how to do is kill and rob.
Amongst other things that took place that day, this too was very new to him.

"Arthur, you don't have to hide from me." Said John softly, placing his hand on Arthur's naked chest.
Arthur turns to him and immediately starts kissing him, pulling him onto his lap.
After a few kisses, John wraps his arms around his lover and rests his head on his shoulder.
"We really gotta go." He whispered.
"I know, I know" Arthur groaned, rubbing his face with his hand.

John got up and started collecting his clothes off the floor.
"Well, come on" John calls out to Arthur who was still in bed.
"Glad to see you can still walk" Arthur replied smugly, carefully watching John bend down to grab his famous leather cowboy hat.
John chuckled, "barely."

They both leave the hotel and get on the horse that Uncle left for them and head home.