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WHO: Faraday
WHERE: North Village, house
WHEN: 1/20
OPEN TO: Vasquez
WARNINGS: Will updated as needed

Faraday wasn't sure what to think when he'd gotten a box that contained wood, a few small items, and instructions. He doesn't know a time of Ikea and premade kits to help a person be handy, but he certainly knows how to use his hand for such projects as the one that lay before him.

Sneaking time when the others were around, he found himself devoting a lot of time to the project. It's not a concern he's shown before to such things, but this is for Alejandro, and so he takes all the time he can to make it as perfect as he might.

He spends time sanding and then oiling the wood, cutting it carefully and then sanding out any burrs from the cuts. The stitching causes his hands to cramp, nearly going cross eyed to get them lined up exactly, trying to make them as perfectly aligned as he might. Using tiny brads and an awl, he attaches each of the leather pieces to keep the box hinged, to allow it to protect the cigarettes that will be kept within. Hours are spent carefully sanding and carving out the hollows to allow each cigarette to nestle into the pockets. Once it's all put together, Joshua carefully oils the entire piece to seal it.

Wrapping the wooden box in brown paper and twine, he left it laying on the bed in Vasquez's room while he's out, knowing he'll find it sooner than later. They're badly done, a shaky hand writing them, but there's a small J.F. printed on one corner of the front of the wrapping.

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"I don't know. Some pretty girl back home maybe?" He's never asked his background. Not before a ranger screwed with his life and made him a fugitive. Maybe there had been a girl at some point that he'd loved and lost.

"You're going to love it. You'd only like it more if they gave me the items needed to fill it," he points out, knowing that's the truth.

His laugh is a filthy thing as he gives Faraday an amused look, seeing as the gifts he got from women weren't wrapped up, unless you counted the clothes they wore. Even then, most of the time recently, he never got that. After all, when you're an outlaw, you don't get that sort of thing.

"Okay, let's see what it is," he says, tearing at the paper like an eager child, ripping it open to find something wooden inside, crafted with amazing skill. His eyes go wide and he looks at Faraday with mild surprise. "You did this?"

He rolls his eyes at that laugh. "You weren't always the man I met," he points out. Not that he's sure of. He knows he's always been, but Vasquez might not have always been a gunman and a criminal. One bad day and he's a wanted man. That's not the same and he's not assuming.

Staying quiet as he opens it, watching Vasquez's face. He nods. "I've done some wood workin' in my day. Nothing like this though, but I wanted it to be nice for you." He is embarrassed admitting, looking away as he goes on.

Vasquez thinks that when he was younger, he was too sensitive to be the kind of man who got gifts from others. He'd been quiet and kept to himself, when his sisters weren't trying to be the boss of him. When he got old enough to go out into the world and found people not willing to respect him, he'd reacted with lashing out.

No gifts there, either.

He reaches up to tug Faraday in for a kiss, showing off the beautifully immaculate piece that he would have had to go into a town for. "This is much nicer than my hat," he jokes, since that's where he just stores his, now.

Leaning into the kiss, enjoying it, savoring it. He's never felt like this, held and cherished in that way, and it's confusing and special at the same time.

Chuckling as he looks it over, head canting because while he's put a lot of time and effort into it, that definitely isn't the finished piece he'd wrapped.

"I suspect someone had a hand in helping me," he admits. "It's a lot more polished than how I finished it, but I'm glad it is."

Vasquez shifts so that he can reach up to his hat and begin to move the cigarettes into the case, knowing that he's going to keep it in the pockets he can by his heart, where he'll always remember Faraday for it, given how special of a gift it is and how amazing it is to receive it.

Settling in more comfortably, he wraps his arms around Faraday so he can't get away, keeping him snugly in. "I don't have a present for you," he admits. "Nothing appeared for me to make, but I would have done something, if I'd known you were getting me this."

He's quiet, watching the deft way Vasquez handles the case and smokes, as sure and steady as he is with so much else.

Settling in when he's done, not sure about sitting like this, and yet finding he kind of likes it. It's intimate, and it's a bit weird but in a way that makes his stomach flip flop. "I don't need no gift," he says, shaking his head. "And I didn't tell you because that's how it's a surprise. I didn't do it for something. I did it because it was for you."

And isn't it a good thing it was, since he might not have otherwise.

Vasquez has an idea, though. Maybe he didn't make anything, but he securely tucks away the case into his pocket and gives Faraday a light push, trying to nudge him out of Vasquez's lap and nodding to the seat as he gets up and stretches.

"In that case, I definitely do have a gift in mind," he says, taking off his hat to place it on the mantle before he stands tall, studying Faraday like he can't get enough of looking at him. "Sit, and relax."

Blinking, a bit stunned by being pushed, though he slips off his lap and moves to get on his feet. Not hardly waiting for Vasquez to move before he drops down into the vacated space.

"So what? You just keep presents on hand? For who?"

That gets a laugh from him, staring up at Faraday with a fond look, because it's very precious and sweet. "You think I'm going around giving this present to everyone? Cabron, not for a while," he guarantees, as he starts to work Faraday's zip down, nestling in between his knees.

Oh, this is going to be very good, he thinks.

"You want this present?" he asks, licking his lower lip until it's very shiny and wet and it's clear what he's offering.

"Oooooh..." He can be a bit dense sometimes, definitely slow about sexual things between two men, but then his trousers are loosening and Joshua groans.

Staring down at him, finding it hard to catch his breath even as he fights for words. "Better not be for anyone else," he groans, fingers brushing through Vasquez's hair. His touch drops, finger tip brushing along that full wet lip, tracing the length of it.

"I want it. Damn right I want it."

Vasquez grins and pushes his knees apart, feeling like now that he's made Faraday a promise, he needs to deliver on it, or else what is a man of his word? Still, after the amazing present he received, he thinks Faraday deserves so much.

Maybe he'll get his mouth on his ass, later, show him a real good time, but he can ease him in now. He nips playfully at Faraday's finger before he slides down and gets to work, wrapping his lips around his cock and beginning to take his time warming him up, getting him to full arousal.

His legs fall open easily, slouching a bit as he leans back in the chair. His fingers scrape along the arms of the chair, fingers flexing before gripping the arms lightly. While he's had a few, plus some, lovers over the years, never were any of them like Vasquez. Never as giving, as eager, and none of them were as good with their mouths as Alejandro. Not even close.

He figures maybe sometime when that perfect mouth wasn't on his cock, he might even tell Vasquez that. When he could formulate more than soft murmurs and groans as his cock began hardening between Vasquez's lips.

"Guess I should put more time into things," he murmurs, even though he had made it obvious he wasn't expecting this and had only put so much into it because of who it was for.

Vasquez would reply and tell him that it's a good idea that would definitely get him some rewards, but he's a little busy right now with what he's doing, and he doesn't think Joshua would want him to stop that anytime soon.

Instead, he laughs and bears in to take him deeper, working his mouth until he's going to bring Faraday to an edge of begging, because he wants to get him to a point where he's just there, so that Vasquez can keep going and going and never stop.

Words are definitely not needed, and he isn't one to speak in these moments. They're usually quick moments, getting what it is he needs and getting out. Now there's nothing in him that wants to rush through any of it. Not to give up a single moment.

Though it's hard to hold still, and he realizes he doesn't want to. Doesn't want to act as if it's nothing to him. It's part of everything.

His fingers run through Alejandro's hair, twisting into the curls as the other hand strokes along his cheek, tracing the line to his temple.

Moaning, his eyes hooded as he writhes. Muttering curses under his breath, unable to find his full voice, just those soft curses of pleasure as his hips roll. "Alejandro," he finally manages, groaning and rumbling the words. "Fuck. Please."

Oh, he likes having Faraday beg. Knowing that he's the one who did it makes it even better, so he keeps working his mouth, turning his head just enough so that Faraday's fingers can find homes in his hair, enjoying the way he touches his curls.

As a reward, he sucks in his cheeks to hollow them out, before relaxing and letting his tongue curl around the head, spending as much as time as he can to get Faraday to come.

Given the life he's led, the way he's moved on from everything, there is a part of his brain that wants this to last as long as he can. He's only known a life where pleasures are short lived and to be enjoyed as long as you can.

But he knows this is more than that, that they have more. It's in this home they're making, the things they're doing for themselves, and it's something that's part of his life now. Even if he's still nervous about losing it.

Trembling, feeling a shiver along his spine as both hands move to tangle into those silken curls. Wanting to move, to fuck against that perfect mouth and yet actually caring if he took too much, if he hurt Alejandro. His hips rocking shallowly as he moaned, whispering soft words that were in part Vasquez's name and in part muted curse as his breath caught and he came with a sound that was more keening than groan.

Vasquez grips at Faraday's hip and if he were to try and go harder, faster, he knows that he could take it. He doesn't want to back away to say that, though, so instead, he uses the suction of his mouth and the determination he has to try and prove it, glad when he comes and Vasquez can ease back, licking his lips.

So satisfied, he's sure his levels of smugness are off the charts. "So? You think this is an equal gift for what I got you?"

For a moment Joshua can do nothing but sit there, eyes closed and his head back. His heart is racing, hands trembling, and his entire body feeling alive in ways he's never thought possible. There's something about Vasquez's skill that has him positively stunned.

"I can tell you two things," he murmurs, eyes finally fluttering open to look at the man before him, reaching for him. "It's never been like that, and I don't feel my present is quite enough for that," he teases.

Vasquez intends to crawl back up Faraday, but not in the chair. He's got his new gift, he's got his man, and he has a bed where they can do this. "Well, in that case, I'm glad there's no one you can compare to me," he quips and heads to sprawl out.

"Come here, you can be exhausted and sexually sated somewhere more comfortable. I'm going to smoke," he says, from his very brand new and nice holder.

Groaning again, smirking at him as he looks at Vasquez with heat and emotions, things he's not even sure how to handle all of the things racing in his mind. Instead though he moves to rise, a bit uncertain on his feet as he moves to wrap his arms around Vasquez's waist. Leaning in, he kisses the back of his neck.

"I'm going where you go, so lead on."

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