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Sink or swim you gotta give it a whirl

WHO: Joshua Faraday, Vasquez, Open
WHERE: Around the villages
WHEN: Niddle of December
OPEN TO: All unless marked
WARNINGS: PG, updated as needed

Horses are horses are horses: Around the villages

They're horses. Yep. That's what they are. Long legged horses, with weird tails, and patchy things on their backs... and horns. Okay they're not horses, but they have horns, and he's told one day he can ride them, and so he's going to work with them the best he can.

Which means getting them adjusted to a rope harness. One at a time usually, dealing with their attitudes and confusion, and being as friendly and gentle as he can be with them. Often feeding them treats of peaches from a can he found in the kitchen, and trying to coax them into listen and following and not fighting back against him.

It will take days, weeks even, but much as he might be all attitude with much of life, with the kirin he is tender and kind, working the best he can to get them to work with him and not against him.

Cold air and hot headed: Springs

Part of it all is trying to get his thoughts straight. A large part of it is the long hours of working on the homestead that they're trying to put together, working with animals, and land even before the winter hits, and the lumber and gathering that will help them set up their home. So a couple of times a week he grabs a bag with his change of scrubs in it, ignoring the color that does little for him, and heads for the hot spring.

Stripping down in the cold air, hurrying into the soothing warmth of the water. Staying there as long as he can until his skin starts to prune and the ache leaves, not realizing it's more than just the warmth helping.

Eventually he'll rush out of the water, grab the sheet he brought with him to use to dry off and hurrying into his clothes as fast as he can before he loses the warmth of the water.

Homestead: For Vasquez

All that Joshua's been doing is giving him time to think. Taking time to think about what he wants, and how he feels, and what the hell this place means to him and who he thinks he is. What life he wants as well, though that he's focusing on more than the rest. All that he's been doing to tame the kirins, and cope with the land, and work on ensuring the house is ready for winter.

But he can't avoid it forever. Not his feelings and not Vasquez. He isn't going to turn himself into a wolf, after all.

Eventually he heads back for the house, knowing Vasquez is there and heading upstairs to try and find him.

"Alejandro? You here?"

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The wall is solid and cool against his back, a near perfect balance to the heat of Vasquez's body pressing against him, hips to his, chest to chest, only their hands between them.

Not quite using them to keep Vasquez away, just not wanting to let go of that hold he has on him.

Those words though remind him that there is more to this then kisses, savoring them, but those words make it clear that Vasquez is still thinking of it.

"So... we..." He clears his throat. "What are you thinking?"

He's not so sure that he'd ever imagine Faraday would be so nervous, but now that he is, he has to let out a huff of laughter, because 'world's greatest lover' is apparently having some doubts.

"I was thinking maybe I could take it easy on you," he says, because he doesn't want to scare him off completely. "I could use my hand or my mouth on you, give you another gift on top of your clothes?"

He never remembers being like this with anyone else. Not ever. He can't help but think that it's because of the moments being shared with a man, but he knows it's more than that. It's that it's this man. It's Vasquez, who has meant more to Joshua in the short time he's known him than anyone else in his life.

"I was thinking you're a wicked man who just wants to see me whimper," he admits, gaining back a bit more of his smile. Not assuming, not knowing how to pressure in this circumstance and yet knowing even before that kiss how much he wants this.

His hands twist, tightening in the fabric of Vasquez's shirt. "I want this. You. I knew even before. I knew when you got sick," he admits. "When I got scared you were gonna die? I knew then." And he's admitting to more than sex, though right now his mind is really caught up in what Vasquez is offering, but he needed to say that before things went further.

"I want to make you beg, not just whimper," Vasquez guarantees with a sly grin, but he pauses and gives him a long look when Faraday goes and gets more serious than he'd been expecting him to. Sure, he'd been very sick, but to hear how worried he'd been?

He swallows back the teasing and the impulse to treat this lightly, knowing he needs to be honest, too. "I knew I wanted you and you did die," he points out heavily. "I'm trying to take everything I can." He leans in to slow things down, his kisses over Faraday's neck slow and steady. "Besides, I have something else to gift you," he adds, tugging on Faraday's earlobe before nipping.

"I'm not going to sleep with anyone else from now, not even Bobo."

"Ain't no one ever managed that," he says, all of his bravado kind of rushing back in an instant with that proclamation and unable to help himself throwing that back at Vasquez, feeling more himself with those words.

Groaning though at that first kiss, the sensation of prickling hairs and soft lips on the sensitive skin of his neck. Loving the sensation, arching back to offer his throat. Those though words bring him still, even if his heart is racing.

"You're... you told him this?"

Vasquez eases back and tries not to feel shy or wary about any of this. He knows that it's a big thing, especially for him, but he thinks it's the right decision. "I maybe didn't tell him in those exact words," he clarifies, "but I told him that I have to talk to you and make an effort."

To him, effort means not fucking other people, and he'll say it in words, eventually. "Unless you don't care...?" But he's only teasing.

"I care," he says, the words coming suddenly. "I do care."

He's not sure if he's saying he cares about Vasquez, or cares who he's fucking. Maybe it's all of it. Either way, he moves in even as he eases back from the kiss, not wanting to lose that contact between them.

"That means a lot to me. I mean, maybe it shouldn't be my business, but that's the thing. I want it to be."

Emotions are harder than he's thought about, but he is trying.

Vasquez shifts his hand to cup Faraday's neck with his palm, lightly holding on and keeping himself comfortably close as he eases in to study him fondly. "Good, I want you to care," he insists, because he wouldn't just stop fucking around for anyone.

"It is your business now," he points out. "Now that I'm not with anyone else, I'm all yours, until you fuck it up," he teases, with a smirk, because he's not planning to let that happen. "Don't worry. I'll keep you from doing that," he adds quickly, so Faraday doesn't get frantic.

Intimacy is not something he's entirely had before. Not like this. Already he's finding how much he enjoys this. Really enjoying the nearness, that it's with Vasquez.

"You think you will, but you also know me," he says, because banter is easier than emotions. Even as his hands slide along Vasquez's chest, learning lines he's watched but only dreamt about touching before. "So there may be more work than you think there is making sure that doesn't happen."

"The work just makes the reward even better," he guarantees, his eyes fixed on Faraday as he grins and leans in to kiss him again. It's not as heavy or slow as before, more of a pressed and soft thing this time, leaning into those hands of his.

He grins, because how can he not? "What if it does? You screw it up, I come find you, we start again. You going to promise to do the same if I manage to make a mess?"

The kisses are causing his body to react, stirred up and feeling struck through with electricity. But the promises that were being made, in both word and deed, those were truly getting through to Joshua in ways that no one had ever done before.

Not that it's new that Vasquez of all people had that effect on Joshua, but now it is going deeper than a desire he'd never felt before. It went to emotions he truly never thought he might feel, but he is now.

Drawing back from the kiss, Joshua's eyes meet Vasquez's. Suddenly solemn as he gives him a single nod. "Yeah, I promise," he says. Maybe he'll fuck it up, and maybe Alejandro will, but giving his word is important to him. It's why he avoids it so much, as often as he can. Until now.

Vasquez keeps leaning in, not just for kisses, but because he wants the warmth of Faraday's body, now that he can have it. It's a good thing he got that promise, because it means he can tug on Faraday's hands and lead him back towards the bed area.

"I'm going to lie down," he says. "You can change or do what you like, but I'm just going to be here. If you want to come with me..." He shrugs, like it's no big deal. "That could be fine."

"You tease in everything you do," Joshua says, smirking as he certainly sounds more amused than he does upset by such things. "Come on. Let's lay down," he says, pushing forward, staying chest to chest with Vasquez. "Could use some rest," he says, again as if that's all this is between them.

So, he noticed, did he?

Vasquez smirks and lets Faraday lead them off the wall, wrapping an arm around his torso to loosely keep him in close, not wanting to let him drift too far away. He leans in and nips his lower lip before ducking in for a longer kiss, pressing flush against him.

Good for him to see that it's not all teasing, given the way his cock pushes against Faraday's hip. "Rest, is it?"

Without a thought he groans at that sensation, rocking his hips before he can stop himself. He likes knowing that just kisses and little more already has Vasquez in that state.

Moving towards the bed, more eager than he remembers being with a lady. Maybe that was all guaranteed, but this is new and exciting and he has no idea where things are going. He wants to know though as he leads them to the bed, moving to sit down, his hands sliding along his hips, leaning in nuzzling against his chest. Experimenting, seeing what it's like, how it feels.

Vasquez grins as he follows, crawling into Joshua's lap and straddling him, even though he doesn't plan to stay there for very long. For now, though, he makes himself a comfortable little spot as he cups Faraday's face for a slow kiss, taking his time to explore those lips that he'd been staring at every time he smoked.

Everything is so new, but unlike with other people, he actually feels a little nervous about all of it. He really doesn't want to mess this up, and it shows.

"You ready?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Faraday's jaw, not saying what he should be ready for, just asking a general question.

Some part of his mind thinks it should feel off, different, that there is something about having a tall, lanky man on his lap that should bother him. Except it doesn't. Not when that man is Vasquez, when it's a man who could have been the turning point in his life.

No, is the turning point in his life. Whatever happened in Rose Creek, this is their life, and it is different and changed and he's finding he's glad for that. Not even just in being alive. Well, that is part of it, but Vasquez is so much more.

"Ain't that a loaded question," he murmurs, though he's smiling as he kisses him. "But you know me, I'm always ready."

Which he's not, but he's willing.

Vasquez doesn't think Faraday knows the half of what's about to happen and that thrills him down to his toes. He grins as he starts to wind his way down Faraday's body, pressing kisses over him as he starts to make a little more room, tugging his pants down.

Then, go the underwear, and Vasquez's mouth is on Faraday swiftly, taking him deep in his mouth, the scrape of his stubble probably not entirely what he'd been expecting.

Maybe it's that he never let him think about it, think about the things men might do that he's had a lady or two do to him. Nothing he's ever thought about doing to another man, maybe not even now as they have been talking through desires and flirtations.

And then there is just lust.

Pleasure radiating from the heat of Vasquez's mouth, sensation he's never had between the scrape of stubble that send shivers along his spine to the vision of Vasquez, lips parted and taking him eagerly.

Hearing a noise, a rumbling that he doesn't realize is him groaning even as his fingers brush along Vasquez's cheek, letting himself enjoy the sensation of that stubble once more against his fingertips as he caresses his cheek, lightly brushing the tip of one finger against the corner of Vasquez's mouth.

With Bobo, he knows that he's good at this, that Bobo enjoys it, and that it's good, but nothing ground-breaking. With Faraday, it's so new to him that it's incredible for Vasquez. He wants to do his best and he works him with more intensity than before.

The touch to his mouth, the way he tenderly does it, it's almost heart-breaking to think he never had this until now, which only makes Vasquez suck harder, work to pin his hips down and work his balls.

There's nothing in his experience that even hinted to how much different things might be when a man actually cares about a person he's intimate with. Knowing that he wants a relationship, with a man, who he trusts with his life and at his back, and now having this and so much of it is changed for him.

Stroking his fingers along Vasquez's cheek, just beneath his jaw. All that he can do for him, touching him, caressing his skin, feeling the prickle of stubble against his fingers. That is part of it that he is loving, that it is so different and so tender and new.

Trembling, his hips moving a bit, nearly bucking up but held where he is.

He never really thought that he'd get to do this for Faraday. On top of that, he never really thought that he'd ever get to do this and how Faraday would react so tenderly and softly, giving Vasquez the room to move and work.

It's definitely enough to get him very hard, but he'll worry about that later, grinding down against the bed for some friction so he can focus on working his jaw wider and taking Faraday deep.

And there is such a tenderness there. Delicate touches as his fingertips skittering along Vasquez's cheek, enjoying the sensation of both the prickle of stubble as well flexing of Alejandro's jaw. Sensations he's never explored, both in the quality of the touch, as well as the emotions that are welling up within him. Odd feelings he's never known, feelings that leave his chest tight and could, if he explored them, distract him from this moment.

He has no plans to let that happen.

"God damn," he groans, eyes fluttering shut as he shifts, his fingers lifting, brushing through his soft curls, tugging at them.

He shouldn't put so much stock into one thing as simple as wanting to please Faraday, but the truth is that Vasquez wants nothing more than to impress this man and he feels stupidly proud when he can make him say such things, touch him the way he does.

Sure, it's just a blowjob, but it's the first, and he wants Faraday to always remember this, so it needs to be so good. He keeps working him, getting his hand to work his balls, eager for Faraday to come and into his mouth.

The truth of the matter is, he wants this to last forever. Some small part of his mind whispering to him that it won't last, that he won't get to keep this. That the things they are facing, their lives before, it is going to be hard to keep this relationship so he has to try and embrace all that he can have right now.

Including trying to draw this out as long as he can.

Which really isn't possible. Not with that hot, talented mouth doing wicked things to set him on edge. Whining, strong fingers of one hand digging into the bedding beneath him, clawing at it wildly as his back arches. Staring up at the ceiling, and then his eyes closing tight.

"Alejandro... Alej..." Trying to warn, to beg, pleading with those soft words as his fingers tangle into those curls, torn between being kind and pulling him away, and pushing up, fighting against that hold and pushing into that perfect, plush mouth.

In the end trembling, shuddering as he comes, whining softly, almost a name, nearly words and not quite any of them.

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