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The saloon was deafening, to the point it was a bit disorienting especially if you were liquored up.

Jesus was trying to move past a crowd of people, he was small enough that he could slip by.

It was starting to get late, and he probably should take his leave, it was the right thing to do anyway.

He had slipped by another crowd, which was his outfit thankfully, so bumping shoulders with them gave him nothing to worry about. 

Mostly ruffling his hair, and telling him he should live a little and stay longer. 

Jesus declined, he told Senor Quince maybe next time.

The wrangler had turned his head, not realizing he was about to walk into someone.

It felt like he walked right into a brick wall.

It startled him, he made a small noise, he rubbed his face, seeing that no he didn’t just run into a wall that mysteriously appeared in the saloon; But someone’s back.

“Oh I’m so sorry Senor,” Jesus apologized right away.

The man turned his head, maybe not all that phased by the bump.

Jesus’ eyes widened.

“OH! Senor Favor I’m so so sorry, I should’ve watched where I was going!,” Jesus apologized profusely.

Gil blinked slowly, maybe for a minute not too sure what his wrangler could be apologizing for.

“S’alright boy,” Gil reassured.

Gil gave Jesus’ shoulder a gentle pat and light squeeze.

Jesus’ face felt like it was on fire, and it probably wasn’t from the whiskey either.

The trail boss noticed the wide eyed stare Jesus was giving him, he probably had the biggest and brightest brown eyes on this side of the Sedalia. 

“Guess I should be happy I have a pretty boy in my outfit that knows how to apologize, must be my lucky day,” Gil complimented.

Jesus was at a loss for words, not really too sure how to respond to that sort of compliment.

Gil had let go of Jesus’ shoulder, having turned his attention back at the table, someone had gotten up, he took that opportunity to sit down. He let out a heavy sigh, having been standing for a while it seemed.

The saloon was still very lively.

Jesus wasn’t even sure where this boldness came from, maybe it was whiskey still running fast in his veins that made him take a step forward.

The men at the table didn’t bat an eye all that much when Jesus took a seat on Gil’s thigh, practically in his lap.

Gil might’ve seemed vaguely surprised, but out of instinct he wrapped an arm around Jesus’ waist to keep him steady.

Jesus wasn’t heavy at all.

Gil put a cigar in his mouth lighting it with a match one handed.

Men at the table started talking to Gil, with Gil conversing back.

Jesus wasn’t sure what any of this meant, maybe his trail boss was just humoring him. He assumed so up until he felt Gil’s hand move.

Gil’s hand had moved under his vest, touching the material of shirt, a firm but gentle caress of Jesus’ waist.

Jesus’ face turned flush, his vest was hiding what he felt the other man was doing.

Jesus felt a much more firm squeeze now, then Gil bounced his leg that Jesus had made himself comfortable on.

The wrangler made a small noise, the noise of the saloon drowned it out, but being so close to Gil, he just might’ve heard it.

Jesus turned his head.

Gil nodded his head to the side, the other man assumed he wanted to get up. That didn’t bother Jesus at all, he got up fast, so fast he almost stumbled over.

Gil caught him by the shoulder keeping him steady.

“You alright?,” Gil asked.

Gil’s tone was warm.

“Si, Senor Favor,” Jesus said, being straight on his feet now.

Gil nodded.

Gil started walking and so did Jesus.

Jesus felt a light touch between his shoulders, helping him be guided out of the saloon.

This is where Jesus thought that maybe they would part ways.

Jesus opened his mouth, about to tell his trail boss to have a goodnight, and that he would see him in the morning.

Gil wasn’t looking at him, he was looking out onto the quiet street, not a soul was out. 

Gil turned his head looking at Jesus. 

There was a faint smile on the trail boss’s face.

Maybe both men were waiting for the other to say something, but it didn't happen.

Gil took the initiative, he nodded his head to the side, similar to when they were in the saloon. Jesus didn’t hesitate, he always followed orders. He was probably one of the few in the outfit, along with a handful of others that would probably follow Gil till the end of the earth.

Gravel crunched softly in the street, the both of them walked to the hotel, it was still quiet.

Gil had a room at the hotel, usually he’d stay in camp, but his whole outfit needed a break, hell he needed a damn break.

Loss of cattle, water, even some men that gave up on the drive.

Things finally settled down. There were some good pastures for the cattle to graze, and water.

That didn’t mean Gil let his guard down, he never did not even for a second. 

He was going to enjoy this small break for what it was, then things would be back to normal by tomorrow.

Gil’s plan didn’t originally involve bringing up a handsome young man from his outfit into his room, it just happened to end up that way.

The door is shut and locked, then for once Gil is caught by surprise.

The front of his shirt was pulled down, then feeling warm lips against his own.

Jesus was kissing him like his life depended on it.

Gil didn’t mind it, his hands resting on Jesus’ waist.

Again Gil was briefly caught off guard when he felt a guiding push towards the bed.

Maybe the trail boss found it a little endearing, that his wrangler decided he should prove himself tonight.

Gil humored him, he let himself be guided over to the bed. 

The back of Gil’s legs touched the side of the bed, instinctually he sat down, with Jesus pushing himself into his lap.

He let the other man have his way for an appropriate amount of time he thought.

Gil placed a hand at the back of Jesus’ neck.

Their mouths parted.

“Calm down, son,” Gil said, his tone still warm.

Jesus let his nose rub against Gil’s cheek.

Gil felt the soft warmth of Jesus’ breathing against his cheek.

Jesus leaned into Gil’s touch, he was gently massaging the nape of his neck.

Jesus tilted his chin up, Gil was softly kissing up his throat.

The wrangler was gripping the front of Gil’s shirt, his fingers curling into the material.

With one hand Gil managed to take hold of both of Jesus’ wrists.

Jesus turned his head to look at Gil.

The touch was firm and hot.

It felt like a searing heat that was being pressed into the wrangler’s skin.

Jesus could barely swallow as he stared back into his trail boss’s eyes.

“Senor Favor?,” Jesus inquired.

The look the other man was giving him he wondered if he’d done something wrong.

“You follow orders very well don’t you Jesus?,” Gil asked.

Jesus felt a wash of warmth spreading across his face.

“Of course, Senor Favor,” Jesus said hurriedly.

“Then I can trust that you’ll be a good boy and follow orders tonight won’t you?,” Gil questioned.

Jesus swallowed.

“Of course, Senor Favor,” Jesus repeated, a bit more confident than before.

“Good.”

Jesus let out a deep drawn out sigh.

The positions only slightly changed, Gil was sitting back against the pillows, while Jesus had made himself pretty comfortable on his lap.

Gil’s hazel eyes lingered on the younger man that was getting acclimated to his cock that he was taking very well he might add.

Jesus had a bit of a slim figure… No that wasn’t right, more petite Gil would argue.

Gil liked how Jesus shivered when he gave his soft warm skin gentle caresses.

Jesus reached out.

At first Gil wondered if he was going to use the headboard to keep himself steady, but instead Jesus grabbed something instead.

Gil’s hat was sitting on the bedpost, Jesus had grabbed it and placed it on his head, tilting it back.

“If… I’m riding something, usually I wear a hat,” Jesus said.

Gil had to admit he was a bit humored, a faint smile was on his lips.

“Well?,” Gil questioned, one of his hands caressed Jesus’ waist.

Jesus started to move, he placed a hand on the back of the headboard to keep himself steady as he rode his trail boss.

The room filled with sighs and groans.

Jesus was biting his lower lip, Gil was touching him now.

“Please Senor Favor…,” Jesus begged.

Jesus was getting so close, the last thing he wanted was his trail boss to be suddenly cruel and make him wait.

Even if they were being intimate with each other Jesus didn’t drop his politeness, and maybe Gil got off on it a little.

Gil stroked Jesus’ dick a bit quicker.

Jesus’ moans pitched a bit higher.

Gil felt Jesus’ thighs buckle around his hips, then his voice cracking as he finished in his hand.

Gil’s hat tipped down covering Jesus’ eyes, as he panted deeply, catching his breath.

The trail boss reached out, using a finger to lift the brim of the hat up.

Jesus caught eyes with the other man.

“Now why’d you stop? I thought you were good at taking orders, Jesus?,” Gil asked.

Jesus felt himself blushing.

“I’m sorry Senor Favor…,” Jesus apologized meekly. 

Jesus went back to riding the other man.

The wrangler was still a bit sensitive, his body turned flush.

His trail boss lasted for quite a while before finally finishing inside him.

Gil grunted out a groan as he came.

Jesus’ legs buckled beneath him, counting his blessings he could finally stop.

Gil caressed the side of Jesus’ face.

“Very good Jesus,” Gil complimented.

Jesus managed a small modest smile before he climbed off the other man’s lap, his legs felt like jelly, and he was exhausted.

Gil was lighting up a cigar when Jesus had gotten up to clean himself.

Soft pattering met their ears, it was raining outside.

The trail boss noticed the other man starting to get dressed, only having his shirt on.

“Where are you going?,” Gil asked.

“Oh… Back to camp Senor Favor,” Jesus said.

“It’s raining,” Gil said.

Wondering maybe Jesus hadn’t noticed that.

Jesus looked over by the window. He noticed the rain before, but it was just a habit of his.

“Ah… I see, well… It looks a bit on the lighter side no? Not a real storm,” Jesus smiled.

Jesus grabbed his pants that were on the floor.

Gil took a couple of puffs off of his cigar.

“What kind of boss would I be if I let my best boy go out in that rain to catch a cold,” Gil said.

Jesus blushed.

“Oh… I… I didn’t want to presume Senor Favor,” Jesus said a bit quietly.

“Well, with me at least for tonight, presume just fine,” Gil said.

Jesus put his pants over the back of a chair, before coming back over to the bed.

Jesus kept his shirt on.

The wrangler was tucked against Gil’s side.

Gil seemed to appreciate the extra warmth beside him.

“Why don’t you say something pretty for me in Spanish, Jesus,” Gil suggested.

Jesus curiously looked at the other man and thought for a moment, he knew his trail boss was pretty fluent in Spanish.

“Algo agradable? Me gusta la forma… En que me haces sentir…,” Jesus said quietly.

Jesus felt the bed shift, he looked to see Gil snuffing out his cigar.

“Keep talking,” Gil said.

Jesus gave the other man another curious look not really understanding too much.

Gil held the side of his face, then kissed him deeply.

“Hablar? Acerca de?,” Jesus asked, panting softly against Gil’s lips.

“Anything you want, just keep talking,” Gil insisted.

Gil made the other man turn over so his back was to him, he slipped a hand under his shirt, caressing his thigh.

“Tócame…Por favor… Senor Favor,” Jesus said.

That egged on Gil just fine.

Jesus started to blush more; he felt Gil’s arousal press against his ass.

Gil’s hand lifted up Jesus’ thigh, he slid back into the younger man.

Jesus reached behind him pulling on Gil’s dark hair.

“Sí....Te sientes tan bien dentro de mí…,” Jesus sighed sweetly.

Jesus felt teeth digging into the crook of his neck.

Jesus slurred out plenty of soft and sweet things as they had another round.

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Gil woke up the next morning, it was just barely day break, he rubbed sleep from his eyes.

It was nice to sleep in a proper bed for a night instead of the hard ground.

He turned his head, noticing he was alone in the hotel room.

Gil reached out and touched the disheveled sheets and blankets, there was the faintest warmth that lingered there. So his company didn’t leave not that long ago, a shame.

Gil would’ve liked to see what they looked up in the early morning, being woken up from their pleasant dreams.

At least Gil knew it wasn’t a dream.

He grunted something under his breath as he got up to get dressed.

Gil had made his way back to camp, it was still early in the morning, some men had woken up by now, while some others would probably skip breakfast just to get an extra half an hour of sleep.

Gil was obviously greeted as he made his way into camp, he saw Rowdy making sure to have these men up camp taken down within the hour.

The trail boss had walked his horse over to the remuda, Jesus was there.

“Morning Senor Favor,” Jesus said with a smile.

“Mornin’,” Gil said in a soft low grumble.

He usually talked in a quieter tone in the mornings, at least till he had his coffee that would be doused in sugar.

Jesus petted the muzzle of Gil’s horse.

“Dot seems to be in a good mood this morning,” Jesus said, making conversation.

“He usually is when he has a couple of days of no hard riding,” Gil said.

Jesus turned his head, needing to check something, and that’s when Gil caught small glimpse of something at the crook of his neck.

Gil reached out, just using a finger to trace the bruised curved line.

Jesus immediately straightened up, just like a cat when you pet it at the right spot on its back.

“Was it a little… Rough?,” Gil asked.

Jesus turned to face his trail boss. His face had turned light pink in color.

“No no… Senor Favor, it was perfect I mean… Good,” Jesus managed to say.

Gil mumbled something under his breath that wasn’t audible.

Gil pushed the collar of Jesus’ shirt, seeing the bruised skin, hell if they weren’t in camp right now, and his men weren’t waking up for the day, maybe he would've given it a small kiss.

The trail boss had a lot of self restraint even if he felt something stir inside him.

“Least I have one man in this outfit that knows how to follow orders,” Gil said.

Gil’s hand moved, he pulled it back slightly so he could give Jesus’ shoulder a light squeeze.

Jesus made a small noise under his breath.

“Ah, of course Senor Favor!,” Jesus said.

When Gil walked away, Jesus buttoned up his shirt, god forbid anyone else in camp see the mark that the trail boss left behind.

“Well you look like you’re in a good mood boss,” Pete said.

Gil finally had his cup of coffee, he let out a contented sigh.

“Well I’m enjoying the fact that the river didn’t flood last night so we can get those cattle across,” Gil said without dropping a beat.

Gil did have a faint smile on his face, of course he wouldn’t be sharing with his scout what else put him in a better mood.

The End.