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When he boards the Astral Express to visit the crew, to stay a few days for the holidays with them at Dan Heng’s insistence, he’s unprepared when Stelle tells him their guest room is already occupied by a certain Knight of Beauty. Argenti hadn’t told him that he was stopping by the Express too. He tells Stelle it’s no big deal and that he and Argenti can share without a problem.
“Oh, I’m sure,” she says, raising an eyebrow. Boothill doesn’t know how to respond, simply gapes at her until she walks away. “Just don’t be too loud, okay?”
Boothill feels his face heat, knows if there was a mirror he’d see the blue tint on his cheeks clear as day. He gathers his wits and puts her comment out of his head while he makes his way around the Express and greets everyone.
The conductor has put up a tree and it’s easy to see which crew members had a hand in decorating it. Dan Heng pats his shoulder awkwardly and tells him it’s good to see him. March 7th and Stelle team up to take his hat, swapping it out for a red and white cap with a fluffy ball at the end. March giggles and pulls out her camera to snap a photo and then Stelle is returning his hat and heading for the parlor car as if nothing had happened at all.
There are a few other guests aboard the Express, Miss Himeko informing Boothill that they’d all invited friends from across the galaxy to stop by for a holiday visit. He meets the general of the Luofu, who he’d just missed in his quick getaway after the Wardance. The man tells Boothill of his former dreams to become a Galaxy Ranger, the excitement of meeting one now evident in his golden eyes. They exchange contact info before parting ways - the general to chat with some Foxian woman while Boothill makes his way toward Luka with a big smile.
Luka tells him about all things post-Wardance, and Boothill listens intently while searching the party car for Argenti. He still hasn’t seen him since he boarded, and it’s not like the train is that big. Argenti must be napping or otherwise occupied in the guest room. When the conversation dies off, Boothill pats Luka on the back heartily before heading to the bar for a drink. Shush seems to know his order already, handing him a single malt juice without him having to ask. He takes it gratefully and downs it in one drink before pushing off the counter and making his way back towards the passenger car.
He runs into Welt on his way out of the party car, tipping his hat in greeting. “Oh, Boothill! It’s good to see you.”
“Likewise, sir. I’m jus’ gonna head into the guest room for a bit, rest and recharge, ya know? Thanks for invitin’ me today; you Express folks are mighty kind.”
And then he’s brushing past, making his way down the passenger car until he arrives at the door to the guest room. He slides it open and shuts it behind himself as he slips inside. It’s dark in the room, save for another tree strung with white lights. His eyes sweep around the room to find nothing out of the ordinary except for a large box wrapped in shiny silver paper sitting near the tree. It’s comically large, really, nearly the size of the tree, with a large red bow on top.
He walks up to it, one hand on his gun in its holster - it’s not that he thinks the Express would pull something over on him, but you can never be too careful. Upon closer inspection, there’s a small tag near the bow, and when he flips it over it reads his name with a little heart next to it.
Boothill furrows his brow but tugs at the ribbon surrounding the bow, until it falls to the wayside, then he slowly lifts the lid to find –
“Argenti?!”
Sure enough, once the lid is off, the knight in question stands to his full height from his previous crouching position, the gift box having fallen down around him.
“Happy holidays, dear Boothill! I do hope you like your gift!” Here, he gestures to himself.
Boothill takes him in, feels his face heat up when he sees Argenti’s outfit. He’s in a sheer red slip of a dress that barely hits mid thigh, with thin little straps across his shoulder. There’s a satin bow that covers most of his torso, sitting just under the cups that sit loose over his pecs, and the hem is lined with white fur. Argenti is also wearing white lace stockings that look obscene against his muscular thighs, held up by a thin garter belt.
He should look ridiculous but instead Boothill’s mouth waters as his eyes settle somewhere around Argenti’s groin, where he tries to pinpoint the exact spot it’s pressed against his hip, trapped by panties that Boothill hopes match the dress. He drags his eyes reluctantly up to Argenti’s face, catches the smirk on his lips that indicates he’d been watching Boothill take it all in.
“Is that a yes?” He asks, voice soft but thick with arousal.
“Yeah,” Boothill croaks, licking his lips. “I’d say so.”
Argenti beams at him before brushing up against Boothill’s chest to speak in his ear.
“How would you like to open it, my cowboy?” His tongue flicks out once against the shell of Boothill’s left ear, and that’s what breaks him.
“On the bed. Now.” It comes out like a growl and he feels Argenti shiver where their bodies touch, just slightly.
Boothill doesn’t wait for Argenti to move, simply gets his hands under Argenti’s ass and lifts, carrying him over to the bed and tossing him onto it. Argenti lands on his back with a soft oof, and he gazes at Boothill with lust-filled eyes, pupils blown wide. Boothill takes a moment to shuck his pants and jacket off, and then he’s following Argenti onto the bed, crawling over him until he’s caging Argenti in with his arms.
Argenti’s hair is sprawled around his head like a halo and he looks up at Boothill wantonly, rolling his hips in an attempt to bring their bodies together. Boothill holds himself up with one hand, brings the other to play with Argenti’s chest, flicking a nipple through the fabric. Argenti moans and throws his head back, arches into the touch. Boothill’s cock hangs between them, nudges at the hem of the slip, and as pretty as it is, Boothill’s about five seconds from ripping it off of Argenti.
Instead, he sits back on his heels and places his hands on his own thighs. “Ya got… 10 seconds to get undressed or I can’t promise yer pretty dress’ll be in good shape when I’m done with it.”
Argenti scrambles to tug the slip off and over his head, dropping it off the side of the bed. Boothill was right – Argenti’s cock is hard and pressed against his hip under sheer red panties. There’s a wet spot where he’d been leaking, perhaps from waiting for Boothill to discover him? When he’s naked aside from the panties, he settles back on the bed and looks at Boothill with wide eyes, biting his lip.
“Much better,” Boothill murmurs, and then he’s reaching down, slipping a hand under the hem of Argenti’s panties to palm at his cock. Argenti whines and bucks against his hand, twists his fingers into the bedsheets. Boothill slides his hand down further, parts Argenti’s cheeks deftly and lets a finger sweep over his hole. It’s wet, almost as if –
“Did ya prepare yourself for me?” There’s a hint of wonder in his voice, at how lucky he is to have found Argenti in this vast universe after everything.
Argenti shifts under him, arches his back. “Please,” he pants.
Boothill lets the tip of his finger dip inside, just enough to get Argenti whining again, and then he’s tugging his hand back and rubbing at Argenti’s hip. He’s about to get up to find lube to slick himself up when one of Argenti’s hands lets go of the sheets to slip underneath the pillow. He tosses something lightly at Boothill, and when he picks it up he discovers it’s a bottle of lube.
Boothill gives Argenti a knowing grin. He wastes no time drizzling the lube over his cock and slicking himself up, and then he’s tugging Argenti’s panties to the side and working himself inside.
All he can really feel is the warmth of Argenti around him, and a slight tightness as Argenti clenches when Boothill bottoms out, but it’s enough. He doesn't give Argenti time to get used to the feeling; instead he grips Argenti’s hips and starts a harsh pace, dragging Argenti up and down on his cock. Each time Argenti’s ass slaps against the solid metal of Boothill’s hips, it punches a noise out of the redhead.
His cock is still trapped against his hip, leaking profusely into the mesh of the panties and dripping down his skin. Boothill’s fingertips dig into soft skin as he fucks Argenti harder, angling his hips to hit the sweet spot that makes Argenti choke out a sob. When Boothill looks at him, Argenti’s eyes are half-lidded as pleasure drags him down, mouth agape as noises spill from his lips. He’s babbling Boothill’s name, in between breathy little moans.
Boothill can’t come, but he can fuck Argenti so hard he forgets himself for a while. He adjusts his hips so his cock is pushing against Argenti’s prostate with each pass, relentless as he watches Argenti fall apart beneath him. He feels it when Argenti squeezes hard around him, and then –
“Oh, Boothill,” Argenti moans, urgency in his voice.
Boothill pistons his hips harder, grips Argenti’s hips tighter. “Yeah, baby? Y’gonna come for me?”
Argenti tosses his head back and groans loudly, and for a moment Boothill spares a brief thought for the Express visitors who might hear them, but he doesn't let it deter him. “Come on, sweetheart. Be good for me, let me see ya.”
That’s all it takes, not even the touch of a hand, before Argenti is clenching tight and arching his back as he comes, hard. The head of his cock had slipped past the band of the panties, pressed against his lower belly, and as his orgasm overtakes him he spurts hard, painting his belly and chest white.
He goes limp after, body heavy, and Boothill is careful when he pulls out. Argenti had come so hard he’d passed out, dozing lightly on the bed. Boothill works quietly around him – he cleans them both up and tucks Argenti under the covers, then he cautiously opens the door to procure a glass of water for when Argenti wakes up.
He runs into Stelle on his way to the party car, who gives him a look, a small smirk on her face. “So, did you like your gift?”
Boothill sputters while Stelle laughs. “How did ya- what?!”
She pulls out a cookie and takes a bite, chews deliberately while she watches him fidget uncomfortably. Finally, she speaks again. “Who do you think helped him into the box? Or gave him the idea in the first place?”
That’s all she says before she walks away to join March and Dan Heng’s chess game, leaving Boothill to flounder alone.