John woke up with a groan he'd been sleeping all day listening to the people outside his closed tent, he stood up putting on his hat and boots he'd hope Arthur had gone out like he usually had done for the past 2 days
He knew Arthur was avoiding him because he did the same and none of them tried to push themselves to the other, he doesn't know why Arthur had leaned in that night all day and night he'd been thinking that it wasn't like him to do that.
Did something happened?
Was Arthur drunk?
John shook his head at that one..he wasn't drunk he was fully aware of his actions, they weren't drunk they wanted to do that. His brain hurts at all this constant thinking he stood up pushing open the tent flaps.
And there he was. Morgan himself by the campfire Hosea had made over a week ago they hadn't planned to stay here for long Dutch always talked about moving more to the west where cowboys supposedly belong.
He took a few steps back retreating back to his tent he's sure Arthur would just get and bring Mary over like he usually did..
'Wait Mary' He thought to himself, why would Arthur had leaned in to kiss him if he was with the women of his dreams?
Unless he wasn't with her..
He facepalmed himself coming to realization, "Godamnit..you idiot, of course." They aren't together cause if they were she would have been here for the past few days. He finally started to notice he'd been backing up causing him to trip over some big rock.
But he hadn't fallen somebody had caught him before he could even hit the ground, when he looked up to see who it was he came face to face with bright blue eyes.
Of course it was Arthur Morgan that had rescued him, he always had..
"You alright there Mr clumsy?"
John nods ignoring the remark Arthur had made, "Sure..thank you."
"What were you doin standing around some tree last night?" Arthur questioned.
He froze..that was one of the things he wished Arthur didn't ask about in honesty he was there to clear his mind from the way the older man had touched him the other night he couldn't tell him that though.
"Marston?" Arthur called out to him when he got no answer from the younger man.
"I-I was watching the stars.."
One thing everyone knows about him is that he's a horrible liar he couldn't lie if he tried, only if it was serious, not that this isn't. But Arthur's presence alone got his blood running cold.
"Yer a terrible liar Johnny." Arthur tsk moving closer causing him to back up. "..I ain't lying."
'Why even try? Arthur isn't stupid.' He backed up some more causing him to hit his back against a tree, he gnawed at his bottom lip nervously watching Arthur approach him closer.
John flushed when Arthur practically had him trapped against the tree, he had the nerve to look around wondering if Hosea and Dutch were walking about which to his surprise they weren't not even Susan was to be found.
He met Arthur's gaze again just as he started to speak, "Been thinkin bout this." John took in a sharp breath hearing Arthur's comment.
Before he started to ask what the man meant he felt Arthur's lips on his, he was shocked but that quickly went away when he started to kiss him back with just as much need and want..
God..it was nice to feel his lips again, that night him and Arthur shared made him return back to camp with so many racing thoughts he wanted so bad to run his hand through the older mans blonde hair. That thought alone caused him to actually do it..
He let out a shuddering sigh, slipping his tongue inside that nice warm spot, tentatively, tongue beginning to dance or battle against each other fighting for dominance. Eventually they had to part for air and they did so panting wetly, a string of saliva still connecting their swollen lips.
"Shit Arthur.." he looked up his face flushed..this was the second time Arthur had stolen a kiss from him, fuck. He'd even stolen his first kiss alone and also his virginity.
He took everything from him..
"I want you." Arthur admits as he pulled down his own pants and trousers even his black boots, John's mouth gaped at the sight of the mans hard erect cock.
"Me too.." He rasped realizing his voice had gone raspier than usual he quickly pushed down his own pants and trousers along with his boots kicking them to the side. Then suddenly Arthur lifted him up with ease as if he's nothing, he immediately wrapped his legs around the man.
The feeling of their naked cocks slid together in a heated embrace, John shuddered at the contact as he shifted so his arms wrapped around Arthur's neck and his stilled clothed back pressed heavily along the rough bark of the tree.
Arthur spit onto his hand slicking up his cock then when he was done, John felt the tip of his cock slid through. "Shit.." he bit out again with a hiss, and Arthur nodded into the crook of his neck.
John couldn't think clawing at the mans clothed shoulders, his breath hitching whenever Arthur had hit a spot inside of him. "Don't think I can stop." Arthur growled out digging his fingers into John's ass as his cock penetrated him.
John found himself at Arthur's mercy, clasped between the hard tree and the hard body of the man that he called brother.
"Don't stop," He groaned. "Please, don't stop.."
John didn't know where that came from, he'd only call Arthur that name on very few occasions, it had just slipped out. And instead of Arthur slipping out, he clung harder to his ass.
"Oh, fuck," Arthur moaned, and John craved that sound.
John clenched around Arthur's cock, and Arthur's blue eyes boring into his flesh. As suddenly as this all had started, Arthur kissed him, his lips as strong and powerful as the hands cupping his ass.
He opened his mouth, receiving Arthur's hungry kiss and hungry tongue as the outlaw pounded into him, pounding him into the rugged tree.
When Arthur broke their kiss he murmured, "I'm close," John could only moan feeling himself so close to his own orgasm.
Arthur hitched John's legs up again as he repositioned them against the tree, and his hips rolled like the thunder he'd heard when he was little. His body trembled in response, and his mouth opened to moan again.
"Fuck me." John all but screamed as Arthur thrust into him, hard and fast. He wondered if Dutch, Hosea and Grimshaw were around and if they were they'd probably have them hanged for breaking their brotherly bond.
Arthur pressed him even harder against the tree as he manoeuvred one hand from his ass and wrapped his fingers around John's needy cock. He pulled, twisting his wrist at the end, and John was coming, hot pulses of his pleasure spurting into Arthur's fist.
"Jesus John," Arthur was groaning as his thrusts slowed. John could feel the heat of Arthur's cum filling him up he sighed in relief as the man carefully pulled out and let him stand back down on the ground.
The both of them had to catch their breaths looking at one another burning with that once lust they had.
"Arthu-" "Joh-" both men spoke in sync accidentally, John laughed awkwardly. "You go ahead."
Before Arthur had the chance to talk he heard the sound of faint hoofs, Dutch and Hosea must be back causing the two men to quickly run over to their pile of clothes and quickly put them back on.
Dutch and Hosea came to a stop once they spotted what the two of their boys were doing..