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

Bathtub (fluff)

"A room or a bath, sir?" the Valentine hotel clerk asked the blonde cowboy.
"Both."
"Here you go, gentlemen." He said, eyeing him and the other brunette man suspiciously.
John tipped his hat and raced upstairs, and Arthur quickly followed.

Arthur gestured at the bathroom, "I booked the bath for you. Figured you might need one."
"Oh"
John swiftly sniffed himself, "boy, I do. Thanks."
John entered the bathroom and Arthur quickly followed. Again.

After locking the door, Arthur walked up to John and took off his hat.
John chuckled, "Arthur, what are you doing?"
Arthur then takes off John's coat, "giving you a bath."
"You don't have to do that..." John replied shyly.
Arthur bent down to get John's shoes, "I know. I want to."

In a few minutes, they were both stripped naked and in the tub that barely fit them.
John rested in Arthur's lap, as Arthur slowly started massaging the brunette's hair.
"So... you're not mad?" John asked quietly.
"Oh, I'm fuming." He said casually, as he picked up the sponge to scrub John's body.
John chuckled nervously, "so are you gon' drown me in this tub or what? You know I can't swim."
"Marston, if I wanted to hurt you, I would have already done so. Turn around."
John changed his position, now facing Arthur with confusion on his face.
Arthur sighs, "I'm not mad at you, John. I'm mad because you're still not sure of my intentions with you."
"And what are those?"
Arthur began scrubbing John's chest carefully around the now infamous wolf scars.
"I want a life with you."
"But we already have a life together. We have been running together since we was kids."
"Yes, and I want us out of that life. I want a life with you and you only." Arthur said, in a rather aggressive tone.
John looked at Arthur in the eye, making Arthur stop scrubbing him.
He pulled his chin up.
"Like.. husband and... husband?" John asked.
"Would that be such a terrible thing?"
"And what would Dutch think?"
"Screw Dutch. We'll run away if we have to. I'm not putting this gang's needs before my own anymore."
"But, Arthur..."
Arthur then wraps his arms around John's neck and rests his forehead on his.
"No butts. I want you to trust me. And I need to know if you're in this with me."
"I'm with you. Always." John whispered, planting a kiss on Arthur's lips and giving him a needy hug.