the breaker

AUTHOR: Milo

DISCLAIMER: YADA YADA

PAIRING: Kid and Jimmy

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RATING: Adults only M/M slash

AUTHOR'S NOTE: How did Kid come up with the idea to tell the Saloon girls in "False Colors" that Lou liked men? What did he know about that? Hmmm.....

The Brentwood Incident
AKA"Shut up or I'll kiss ya"

Jimmy rounded the corner into Brentwood's main street for the eleventh time in just one month. Why he always got these rides was beyond him. He had seen this town enough to be sick of it by now. On top of it he knew that the only hotel in town didn't allow dirty Pony Express riders to lodge amongst decent people so he was just bound to have a room over the Saloon. Which meant listening to the Saloon girls entertaining guest in all kinds of ways. All night long. Wouldn't that just top this long and dreadful ride. The first part with a teed off Kid, muttering and growling. Getting Jimmy ready to punch his lights out. Good thing they had decided to part despite Teaspoon's warning that two guns were needed on this trip, if they would have continued there was no telling how that would have ended.

The first raindrops fell as he halted his horse outside the livery stable. He glanced up at the dark sky and grinned. Kid couldn't have been more than halfway to the next station and the sky in that direction promised thunder. "Suits him right," Jimmy muttered as he slid off Sundance and loosened the saddlebags.

Silently he dug for money in his pockets, finding a nickel and giving it to the stableboy watching him expectantly. "Take good care o'him," he muttered. Better one of us is alert tomorrow morning, he thought to himself as his gaze flew to the Saloon. The door flew open as he watched, a ragged man landing on his nose, the Saloon-owner, the fat Mr. Brandish, hollering at the drunken man. A pearly laughter reached into the street as he steered his steps in the direction. No civilized townsfolk ever passed this place in broad daylight, they all snuck in to ogle the dames and pay for half an hour when it was dark. Looking up into the sky Jimmy noted that it would take an hour before the place was in full swing. With a smirk he walked in through the swinging doors, nodding at the bartender and ordered whatever was cooked this week and not last for supper. The Bartender shot him a dirty glance and made a sign for the greasy cook in the back to heat something up.

"And I need a room," Jimmy told the man behind the counter.

"Sleepin' here?" the man asked.

"If that is possible," Jimmy retorted patiently, the bartenders changed every other week in this place and this one was new.

"We don't rightly have rooms for...."

Jimmy stared the man down for a moment, smiling his cruelest smile. "Pony Express rider," he said.

The man was not impressed, but did what the Company had requested, 'always find a room for our riders'. "I hope ya ain't got no friends decidin' to join ya, this is our last one," he mumbled. "First room left at the stairs," the bartender-deskclerk-girl peddler instructed, eyeing Jimmy skeptically. Knowing full well that Pony Express riders were the worst kind of guests, never drank and only paid for a girl one in a blue moon. And never had there been a tip of any kind, he had heard all this from the previous bartender. "And the girls are paid through me!"

"Just hand me the canned beans you're re-heating and that'll be all," Jimmy sighed.

"That'll be a dollar," the man said, his fingers tapping the desk like he was in a hurry to con more dumbwits.

Jimmy sneered and tossed the dollar a the man, took the key and walked to the empty table at the door. He liked seeing who came in, felt safer that way.

— — —

The rain poured down outside, hammering against the ground so hard it sent up the dirt and made it bounce. It looked like the dirt was boiling. There were no people out in the only street of this small mining town, they all seemed to gather around the tables in the packed Saloon, pouring down whatever they got their hands on, losing considerable amounts in the games. Groping at the girls who served them the ever flowing whiskey. There was a steady stream up and down the stairs to the second floor and it was only eleven PM so far. Jimmy sighed as he realized what a long night he had ahead. Staring at the glass of whiskey at his table, pondering if he ought to brake the rules one more time and order another just to calm his nerves and numb his hearing?

He was so immersed in watching the now empty glass that he jumped as two fists slammed down on his table. His hand went to his gun immediately and he drew it under the table, wheezing a warning at the drenched figure hovering over his table.

The figure glared at him, out of breath, water dripping from the slouching hat, muddy water forming a puddle around his feet.

"Kid?" Jimmy grimaced in disgust at the figure,"what'ya doin' here?"

The panting figure reached a muddy hand inside the soaked coat and slammed the mochilla onto the table. "Ya could'a told me," came out between raspy exhales.

"What?" Jimmy peered up at him, understanding absolutely nothing. "Told you what?"

"That all kind'o folks are out after this-- whatever it is." Kid hissed. "Like your friend Colter!"

"Jake?" Jimmy asked, "what the hell..."

"Exactly what I wanna know, " Kid let out as he sank to the stool. " I thought you carried the military shipment, not me!"

Jimmy stared, "What happened?"

"I was attached in a ravine, by your friend," Kid smirked, "as soon as I got him off my back I rode into a band of just as friendly faces wantin' the mochilla somethin' fierce."

"Ya killed Colter?" Jimmy asked.

Kid glared at him before shaking his head, then he wiped his brow from the water that trickled down his face.

At his motion Jimmy leaned forward and moved the coat to the side, there was blood on Kid's shirt. Without a word he rose and gripped Kid's collar, pulling him up to his feet. "What happened?"

"I told ya!" Kid smirked.

"He cut you?"

"His gang of misfits tried to scalp me," Kid replied, "I hope they drown out there."

Without a word Jimmy turned and dragged Kid behind him through the crowded Saloon. "I need another room," he told the bartender, "now!"

"I told you you got the last one," the man said curtly, "Express Riders can share, have no order to keep but one room for you lot."

"Gimme your horse Jimmy, Katie is beat. I'll ride out to.."

"Shut up Kid," Jimmy sighed. "Gimme a bottle of whiskey, " he ordered the man, fishing up the amount the man asked for.

"You takin' to drinking Jimmy, it's..."

"Against the rules? Well Kid, it ain't I who's gonna drink this, you're gonna need it before I pour the rest on that cut you got."

"No way Jimmy!"

"Do me a favor and just walk on, " Jimmy barked as he pushed Kid before him to the stairs. This was gonna be a long and horrible night. He just knew it.

— — —

The room was a small dark square, equipped with one single bed, barely large enough to hold two. Under the narrow window was a chair that had seen better days. The room was lit with one tiny kerosene lamp set on a table along with a pitcher of water and a basin, that was it.

"I volunteer to take the chair," Kid grunted behind him.

"Just get inside," Jimmy replied and pushed him in. "Take those clothes off, you're soaked!" Opening the bottle he took a sip, glaring at Kid's disapproving smirk. Peeling his hat and coat off he placed the bottle on the table and turned to Kid. "Now! Just don't go anywhere near that bed with those wet rags, that bunk is mine."

A door to the next room was closed with a loud bang and a giggle followed by exhortations grunted by a deep male voice was clearly heard through the thin wall. Then a rhythmical thumping followed, accompanied by more moans and groans.

At Kid's face Jimmy leered; "We're Pony Express riders Kid, we belong in a brothel, didn't ya know? Of course you can always get a stall at the livery stable if that suits ya better."

Kid took off his coat and shirt. Then he paused and cast a glance on Jimmy. Silently Jimmy pointed at the pants and the boot, he wouldn't have him soak the whole room with the muddy clothing that hung on him. Kid mumbled and did as told. Jimmy gripped the bottle. "You need to get the top off."

Kid cursed under his breath as he removed the top of his long johns. The cut running from his collarbone diagonally across to the chest bone. It didn't seem dangerously deep thou'. The doctor had fled this town a while ago. Or so Jimmy had been told. Only option was pouring whiskey in it and hoping Kid wouldn't fall victim to the fever that so commonly followed and Jimmy'd have to drag his sorry ass back home half dead.

"You better lie down," he said curtly.

Kid moved to sit on the edge of the bed, "just get it done with Jimmy."

Jimmy held the bottle under Kid's nose."First you gotta drink some coz' it's gonna hurt like hell and I ain't gonna have anybody believin' you an' I are doin' anything like those two. " He nodded to the next room, "coz' you're gonna scream Kid, I can guarantee you that!"

"I won't," Kid said, waving his hand, "just do it!"

"Drink!" Jimmy ordered.

Kid sighed and took a mouthful, grimacing wildly as the liquid ran down his throat.

"Another," Jimmy was getting impatient, nursing Kid had not been on his agenda this night.

Kid coughed and wiped his nose. "Plannin' to get me drunk and have your way with me, Jimmy?"

"You wish!" Jimmy snarled, "I'm gettin' tired of this, ya wanna die from thickheaded stubbornness, go right ahead, see if I care!"

Kid lifted his hand in an apologetic gesture and scooted up on the bed. Holding his eyes on Jimmy, wary of his every move. Jimmy smiled self-consciously and sank down at his side, holding Kid down with his arm over his chest. "You're gonna scream," he repeated as he poured the whiskey into the cut.

With a hiss Kid arched off the bed, fingers clasping the bedspread. But not a sound escaped him.

"Maybe I didn't get it right," Jimmy thought and poured some more.

This time Kid slammed his fists into the mattress, his abdomen moving jerkily as he tried to regulate his breath and stop the scream. His eyes closed and his back arched off the bed. Jimmy still held him down until he relaxed and sank back into bed. Then he opened his eyes and shot a deadly glare in Jimmy's direction, breath still coming uneven and jaw clinched. Sweat trickling down his temples. Jimmy watched the lean muscles on Kid's abdomen play under the skin and wondered how it would look with Kid arching off the bed in pleasure instead of pain. He wondered if he would scream when he let go? When the thought crossed his mind he took an other sip of the whiskey. Casting a look at Kid he too laid down besides him, the bed was so small they had to rest shoulder to shoulder. He watched in the corner of his eye as Kid finally let go off the grip on the quilt and inhaled deeply. Jimmy offered the bottle once again and this time Kid gulped the liquor down without even one smirk. Jimmy grinned.

They lie there for a while, not saying a word. Then the silence was shattered with a new series of thumps, groans, exhortations and finally a high-pitched wail from the other room. Kid moaned with disgust.

"What?" Jimmy sneered, "you never made Lou scream like that? Or is it gettin' to ya?"

"Shut up Jimmy," Kid muttered."That ain't real in there."

"Coz' it ain't true love," Jimmy laughed bitterly, "I got some news for you Kid, love ain't required around here."

"That's not what I meant," Kid replied wearily. "That screamin' was fake, that's all."

"When did you become the expert?" Jimmy wheezed. "I bet you never made anybody scream like that!"

"I know more than you think."

Jimmy turned to look at Kid, wondering what he was getting at. Kid turned his face to him, that irritating superior smile showing again. It always pissed Jimmy off. You know absolutely nothin' Kid, he thought, nothin' at all. But I'll show ya. He moved over Kid, pinning him down onto the mattress, grinning at the surprised face. Then he repeated his thought out loud ;"You know nothin' Kid -- nothin' at all." He crushed his lips to Kid's, stopping his startled movements with the weight of his body. Forcing his tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply. He cursed his own body's reaction, the rapid erection was unexpected. Closing his eyes he tried to will it away but Kid answered the kiss and there was no way to will anything away any longer. Just as furiously as Jimmy had started it, Kid responded. His tongue moving over Jimmy's, reaching deep inside and running along his teeth. Then the fierceness gave way to something similar to tenderness. The sensation sending jolts through Jimmy and he found himself moaning into the kiss. Breathless and stunned Jimmy released him and rolled back to his side of the bed. Things were getting out of hand.

He didn't even have time to get off the bed before Kid moved and grabbed his wrists, holding them in a firm steely grip at the side of his head. Jimmy looked up to find Kid's face hovering over his. The eyes dark and squinted, the face yet expressionless. Jimmy didn't know if he was ready to beat the living daylight out of him or just drag him out in the backyard and plain shoot him. Then Kid smiled, a curious taunting leer. "You like to be on top Jimmy? Well so do I."

Kid's lips claimed his and Jimmy closed his eyes and felt the strength of Kid's body, an erection against his thigh, hips pressing into his own engorged cock. The fact that Kid was near to naked on top of him shocked him to silence momentarily. His kiss was hard and hungry. Kid's tongue sliding over his teeth, colliding with his tongue and sliding deep into his mouth. Jimmy panted into the kiss as Kid let go off his wrist and raked his hand down his body -- over his abdomen and down under his waistband to grip the cock underneath the clothes, then sliding down the hand to the scrotum and cupping the balls. He was hot and demanding, fondling Jimmy with just the right moves to make him even more excited. Breaking his kiss Kid looked down on him and smiled as his fingers opened the buttons and freed Jimmy's straining shaft. Stroking it up and down, with just the right amount of pressure.

Jimmy jerked under his ministrations. Kid's hand was hot and sure as it stroked him. The swelling bore the evidence of what Jimmy tried so eagerly to deny. His cock kept swelling, getting more sensitive under Kid's fondling hand.

"Told you I know more than you think," Kid spoke hoarsely over his lips before he assaulted his mouth again.

Jimmy couldn't believe this was happening and that his body reacted so strongly to Kid's strokes. He instantly wanted more and answered Kid's kiss with urgency. Lifting his ass off the bed as Kid pulled the pants down over his hips. Missing his erection against his thigh when Kid's weight was lifted off him. "God, Kid," Jimmy spoke into the kiss, but Kid didn't heed.

Jimmy's thighs were trembling now, Kid's hand jerking his cock fast, letting his hand work close to the sensitive head while his tongue deep in Jimmy's mouth was making his own hand tremble as he ran it down Kid's flank, under his long johns to finally rest on his buttock. Kid's erection now on his bare thigh, hard and hot.

Kid rose to his knees at Jimmy's side. "Get 'em off," he ordered, indicating Jimmy's pants still sagging around his knees. While Jimmy did as told Kid opened the shirt buttons and peeled it off Jimmy. Licking his lips Jimmy freed Kid of the long johns and stared at an erection that had his mouth water. Kid was well shaped, thick and the mushroom head was fully exposed. Inviting him to take it into his mouth and play with it. "You too," he got out as Kid pulled the top of the long johns over his head. "Take 'em off!"

Kid smiled curiously and freed himself before turning and pushing Jimmy back onto the bed and biting at his neck.

"What the hell!" Jimmy let out as Kid's teeth sank into his flesh, sending shivers though him and making his hips jerk off the bed. Kid suckled his way down his chest, licking at the nipples, perking them. Hand moving along Jimmy's inner thigh, cupping his balls and squeezing slightly.

In the other room a new couple were voicing their delight. And Jimmy did too. With a hoarse groan his hips started moving as Kid's hand closed over his swollen member, stroking him languidly. Kid chuckled and let his lips trail down over Jimmy's abdomen, licking and nipping his way to Jimmy's erection. Jimmy let his head sink back into the pillow and drew a deep breath of much needed air as Kid's mouth closed over the aching cock. He suckled it deep inside his mouth, his hand still keeping up the up and down movement. Jimmy's head swirled and he started pounding his hips up into Kid's mouth. His own hands now gripping at the bedcover, sounds escaping him in a long hoarse whimper while Kid was working his shaft. Sucked him deep inside of the hotness, played his tongue over the tip and hummed over his shaft.

Jimmy was close to cuming when Kid stopped and squeezed at the root to calm him down. Jimmy moaned in pain, then Kid let go and Jimmy moaned in frustration.

He felt Kid's finger push into his mouth; "Suck," Kid ordered huskily.

Jimmy's eyes rolled back in the sockets as he took the finger and suckled at it while Kid returned to his cock, repeating his actions. Driving Jimmy close to the inevitable again. His hand nestled into Kid's hair and pushed him even deeper over himself as his hips strove up and deeper into Kid's mouth. He was fucking him deep now and Kid took his full length without complaint. Kid removed the finger from his mouth and Jimmy roared as it was pushed into his anus, forcing the muscle to give in and welcome it. He exploded deep into Kid's throat, hollering as he pumped his seed in, again and again. His whole body clenched in total release and the light behind his eyelids turned reddish. His breath faltered and he sank back to the mattress, panting while his cock still leaked seed onto his stomach.

He felt the bed move as Kid leaned over him to get to the bottle and wash Jimmy's seed down his throat. Jimmy followed his moves through bleary eyes that raked over Kid to finally stop at the erection, still hard and pointing up to his stomach. A drop of pre-cum crowning it. Jimmy wondered if he wouldn't at least jerk off.

Kid put the bottle back down and turned to Jimmy. "You alright? You screamed alright, before you blacked out." There it was, that superior smile again as he sank to his side of the bed and watched Jimmy.

Still weak from the orgasm Jimmy turned to him, pissed off at the smile. I'll wipe it off your face for sure, he thought and buried his own teeth in Kid's neck, suckling at him and sliding his hand down his abdomen. The muscles under his palm fluttered and Jimmy bit harder. Kid cursed and moved under him, trying to get him off. Then he reached the cock and the sensation of Kid had his body reawaken -- a familiar thrill along his spine alerted him that he wasn't done yet. He nestled his hand into Kid's hair and drew the slightly parted lips to his own, kissing him until Kid's hips bucked up and he in turn moaned.

Jimmy smiled as he broke the kiss, Kid wasn't as cool now as a moment ago, he was reacting strongly to his fondling. "I'll show ya," Jimmy mumbled as he let his lips trail down Kid's chest, tugging at the nipples, jerking the erection just as eagerly as Kid had before, if not more so. Kid's cock was swelling even more as Jimmy repeatedly pulled the foreskin up, letting his closed hand linger on the rim of the gland to then push down, exposing it. His thumb running over the sensitive underside while his other hand held Kid's hip down.

"Jimmy -- don't," Kid groaned.

Jimmy let out a derisive snort and took Kid's full length into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around the head, moving with lips pressed together down over him and back up. The other hand finding the balls, finger pressing the sensitive spot behind his scrotum. The sensation of him inside had Jimmy close his eyes and concentrate on the steely rod moving in and out -- reminding him with the rhythm of the hips about how sensual the feeling of hips clashing together was, skin against skin. It made his own erection spring to life.

He opened his eyes when Kid's hand tangled into his hair, clutching at it while his hips moved. He was looking at his cock disappearing inside Jimmy's eager mouth, the eyes half closed and one hand clutching at the quilt. His abdomen gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat, thighs tense. But he wasn't screaming -- yet.

Jimmy released him slowly and Kid's head sank back into the pillow, his eyes closed now, hips still jerking and needing contact. Jimmy moved up and kissed his lips; "I want you to cum Kid, ya can't fight it, I'm gonna make you cum!"

"No Jimmy, I --"

He moved back to the awaiting erection, blew hot air on it, licked the underside from the hilt to the tip. Kid cursed and arched off the bed. Jimmy moaned as he took it in his mouth again and Kid jerked his hips up and buried himself inside Jimmy's mouth. His own erection throbbing by now, desperately needing release. But more than that he needed to see Kid cum, he needed to prove he was able to make him holler just as loud as he had. And Kid was close now, his legs slightly bent at the knees, hips gyrating and his hand pulling Jimmy deeper over him. Jimmy took him to the hilt and groaned in pleasure as Kid's balls tightened and the shaft pulsated when the cum spurted down his throat and he swallowed it. Kid let out a strangled holler when his back arched and he thrust with every ejaculation. Jimmy couldn't take it anymore, his own shaft aching he moved to sit over Kid's thighs, watching him release while he jerked off and came over Kid's abdomen, watching as the seed shot out in cascade after cascade. Twisting his balls and melting his spine. Kid's hands now grasping his thighs hard, fingers digging into his flesh deliciously. A breathless Jimmy smiled at Kid's still moving hips, his cock settling onto the semen drenched stomach. He was fuckin' beautiful in the afterglow, all sweaty and reeking of sex.. He leaned in over Kid and kissed him gently, almost tenderly.

Kid didn't move, he lay spent on the bed and Jimmy moved to his own side. "I'm sorry Kid," he said at last, not really sure for what he was sorry but needing to say it. When there was no answer he turned to look at the man besides him. "You alright?" Kid nodded with eyes still closed but Jimmy had caught on that the cut on his chest had started bleeding again,

"Shit!" Jimmy cursed, "you're bleedin'."

"Don't even think about the whiskey," Kid replied with a dead serious voice.

"You're drunk," Jimmy confirmed, grabbing the sheet from under him and starting to rip it to shreds. "I'm not lettin' you ..."

"I meant you ain't pourin' anything else on me."

"Shut up Kid!" Jimmy wheezed and pressed the sheet to the cut, causing Kid to jump and swat at his hand. "Would'ya leave me alone already?"

Jimmy felt his cheeks blush. "An other word outta you an' I...."

Kid turned to him; "Don't ever tell anything of this to Lou or I swear I'll shoot ya. Just don't mention anything. Ya understand?" He stated the facts, as simple as that.

Jimmy said nothing, he just wrapped the sheet around the shoulder, tying it tight to stop the bleeding. "I won't say a word Kid, don't worry. This meant nothin' Kid, we're in a brothel and we're drunk, reason enough to go crazy don't ya think? An' let me remind you -- you ain't riding double with Lou anymore either, so why should I tell, ain't like ya betrayed her or somethin'. I mean -- it just happened, I told ya love ain't required around here. I won't even remember in the mornin'."

"Yeah ya will," Kid stated, "an' so will I."

"Don't worry," Jimmy picked the bottle off the floor, "take an other couple of sips, you need it, for the pain an' to forget. It never happened, did it? I don't remember anything." Taking a sturdy gulp of the liquid before giving the bottle to Kid he watched the man smile.

"What?" Jimmy hissed.

"I made you scream," Kid stated with an amused smile. "You said I'd never..."

"You're drunk," Jimmy interrupted, "you're talking' crazy! Just go to sleep, we'll be off early in the mornin'. I thought you volunteered to take the chair?"

"Naw," Kid yawned, "I like to cuddle after making love." He sighed and turned to his side, his back against Jimmy.

Jimmy couldn't help but laugh, the man was nuts, no doubt about it. Covering them both with the quilt he threw his arm around Kid's waist and held on. And the worst thing was that it felt good. It felt right to feel Kid's heartbeat close and he was warm.

"I made you scream too Kid," he mumbled to restore the order, he was still Jimmy, the best.

"You're drunk Jimmy," Kid drawled and rested his arm on Jimmy's thigh, "you're talkin' crazy."

"Shut up or I'll kiss ya," Jimmy mumbled and crept closer to him.

He felt Kid smile and in that moment he felt jealous of Lou, she would be allowed to love this man and be loved back. She would be allowed to share his bed and have him scream as he would her. He would only have this one time. And he wanted more. He still wanted to truly make him scream out his release, he wanted to have him cum so hard he blacked out. But it would never be. Even if it felt just right it wasn't allowed, it wasn't proper. It happened -- but it was considered a sin.

That didn't seem fair.

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