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The two had known each other for a while. It was actually a funny story, actually. They had both tried to steal each other's wallets, but they were too smart and noticed each other's intentions. It could have ended differently, but it didn't.
Dutch saw something different in Hosea's eyes. Then he laughed. And the blond laughed too.
It was much more than just a friendship, they were partners. Dutch always had some evil plan to carry out, and Hosea always ended up being his voice of reason. It was as if the two complemented each other, were made for each other.
In fact, today was a day of victory. They had just successfully robbed a very rich guy.
"A man stops a carriage in the middle of the road. The coachman points a gun at him, asking what it was all about. The man raises his hands up, feigning innocence, and another older man sticks his head out the window to observe the situation.
— Hello! How are you, sir? My name is Jefferson Hope, and I would like to sell you a few bottles of Moonshine.
— Well, hello, Mr. Hope. I'm Greig Findlay, you've probably heard my name around. And tell me, why should I buy your Moonshine? — the man answers, with a Scottish accent. He appears to be in his 55s, and wears a black formal suit with a bow tie. He also appears to be unaware that Jefferson Hope is the name of a character in "A Study in Scarlet", a book by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
— Of course, Mr. Findlay! You basically own Saint Denis — he laughed — And I'm going to tell you, if you start buying my Moonshine, your sales will increase greatly. And you can still keep 65% of the profits.
Clearly, Mr. Hope was none other than Hosea Matthews, creating a convincing distraction for his accomplice Dutch Van der Linde to rob Mr. Findlay. As they talked, Dutch silently opened the safe located in the back of the carriage.
— 65%? That sounds too good to be true, Mr. Hope. How do I know it's true?
— Do I look like a bad man to you, sir? — he laughed — We'd both be winning with this, there's no reason for me to deceive you. My Moonshine is the best on the market, and I even have a sample here for you — He picked up a bottle, demonstrating it.
While Greig Findlay was looking at the bottle, Dutch managed to open the safe and take the money. He winked at Hosea, who promptly got the message and ended his fake negotiation.
The rich man thanked him for the opportunity and left. After making sure he was far away, the two partners met and started laughing.
— It was like stealing candy from a baby, Hosea! — Dutch continued to laugh, showing the money.
There was at least $100 in there, which made Matthews smile broadly."
That was the theft that warranted their little celebration. The two went to a more secluded place, near Flat Iron Lake, and set up a small camp with a fire, settling down near it.
Hosea began to roast several pieces of meat he had managed to hunt, and Dutch approached, observing him a little too closely.
— Are you okay? — He realized he was being watched, and smiled in his partner's direction.
The truth is that Dutch was always thinking about something. Whether it was about his plans, or about philosophy books, but at that moment, his mind went blank. He had nothing to think about when the most beautiful smile he had ever seen was in front of him.
And that was very strange. Dutch Van der Linde, a wanted man, so intelligent, strong in both physical and mental aspects, was melting for his partner. And that made him so confused, he should be flirting with women at the bar, and not simply eating his partner with his eyes.
— Yes, Hosea. I'm just really happy with how this is working out. — he tried to hide it, smiling back awkwardly.
Hosea offered him some meat and opened two bottles of Moonshine, leaving one aside for now and drinking the other. He began to observe the starry sky above them.
— You know, Dutch... after I started robbing with you, my life started to make sense. I... wasn't such a good person. I killed people unnecessarily, I scared them... I was a bastard. But you... you made me see that life still has its fun. — he took another sip of Moonshine, smiling. In response, Dutch laughed, taking the other bottle of alcoholic beverage and placing his hand on the blond's shoulder.
— Never let the love go by, Hosea. I think that's all we have now. — he began to observe the sky too. — The stars are actually pretty today.
— Actually... — he looked at Dutch — It's really pretty.
Dutch noticed the look. And honestly? They're already outlaws, what difference will it make if they break another law? Then he stared back, and noticed Hosea Matthews blushing in front of him. He couldn't deny this feeling that seemed to explode in his chest, that made him feel fragile.
Every time he was with a woman, it was different. He dominated them, made them beg for more, but... no. Dutch didn't feel that way around his partner. It seemed like Hosea would undo his clothes with just a look, making him feel exposed.
And Hosea got closer to his face, slowly, to the point that Dutch could feel his breath hitting his cheeks. The one who was blushing now was him. And it seemed like his partner was expecting some negative reaction, like a push followed by a "What do you think you're doing?" or something worse.
But no. He didn't do anything, and that was enough for Hosea.
The truth is that not even Dutch knew exactly what he was feeling, but in the next moment, he was feeling Hosea's soft and warm lips on his. He hesitated for a few moments, but the feeling wouldn't let him pull away, not now. He had wanted and longed for this for a long time, he just didn't know it.
Hosea held him by the waist, and Dutch began to deepen the kiss with one hand on the back of the blond's neck, pulling him closer, but gently. With the other hand, he held Hosea's waist, caressing it with his thumb.
It was gentle and completely intimate. It was different from anyone else either of them could have kissed or felt. It was something that was only theirs, and no one would ever be able to reproduce that feeling again.
The two only stopped kissing when they were short of breath, but they still kept their foreheads pressed together, feeling breathless.
— I'm sorry, I-
— No. Don't apologize, please.
Dutch stared at him, a gleam in his eyes. There was nothing to regret, and he wanted Hosea to be sure of that. Then, the blond went deeper, and began to kiss his neck, which left Dutch astonished, raising his head, as if asking for more.
Hosea seemed to read his mind. His kisses were now wet, with light bites, which would surely leave marks later, and he could have sworn he heard the black-haired man hold back a moan. Then, he began to unbutton Dutch's blouse, and observed his chest.
— You're so handsome. — He smiled, lightly touching his skin, as if it were something about to break. He didn't even let his partner respond, attacking one of his nipples with his teeth, being more aggressive now.
Now there was no way to hold back. Dutch moaned loudly, and opened his eyes to observe the situation. The fact that he was letting himself be dominated by his best friend, a man, made him even more excited, which did not go unnoticed by the blond.
Realizing how much his partner had enjoyed it, Hosea began to suck and lick his nipples, and his erection was increasingly visible in his pants (which seemed to be getting tighter and tighter).
Dutch didn't want to just let himself go, so he put one of his hands on Hosea's cock and, massaging the area, drew a small murmur of pleasure from the blond, who took this as a message to not stop what he was doing.
Matthews went down lower and lower, leaving every inch of his partner's body marked with kisses and licks, until he reached his damn erection. He looked up to see Van der Linde's expression, and damn.
He did it on purpose. He did it to see if he had his consent, but at the same time begging for a quick response. And he did, as Dutch readily nodded, and Hosea began to unbutton his pants and take off his underwear, now watching his partner's cock jump out of him with excitement.
And the blond noticed his effect on Dutch, as his cock was so lubricated and practically throbbing, waiting for it to be treated. And he really wanted to do it, so he knelt down and didn't think twice, taking it in his mouth.
Dutch didn't expect his partner to be so direct with his actions, so he moaned loudly in response, rolling his eyes and throwing his head back. And Hosea didn't stop looking at him, making eye contact, which made them both even more excited with such provocation.
And that wasn't all. Matthews made a point of licking Dutch's cock slowly, torturing him and extracting even more erotic sounds from his mouth, which was already getting more and more impatient. And Van der Linde showed it, grabbing the blond's hair and pulling him closer, which almost made him choke on his cock.
But Hosea got the message, and he got it very well. So much so that he gave a pretentious smile, and started doing his job this time, sucking him faster, and feeling his hair being pulled more and more with each moment, noticing that the black-haired man was close to his orgasm.
He even wanted to torture him, but he didn't have much more time for that. He didn't stop his movements, noticing Dutch's whole body shuddering at his touch, becoming more and more sensitive, and unable to hold back now, until he reached his limit, pouring everything into the blond's mouth, who swallowed his cum without even hesitating.
Hosea sat down next to Dutch, who was still breathless and sweating, and pulled him in for a long, tongue-inducing kiss, still full of eroticism. When they pulled apart, their sweaty foreheads were pressed together, their mouths still connected by a thread of saliva.
But it wasn't over yet, someone was still very excited. And Van der Linde wasn't going to ignore that, of course he wasn't.
Oh, yeah.
This was one of those nights.
The end.