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When Adam rode into Tascosa for the first time, he was dead tired. Tired of riding, tired of work, tired of being ordered around, tired of cattle and money and trail food. He quickly got a hotel room, put all his belongings in it, and stabled his horse.Then, he went into the town saloon, ordered a bottle, and sat down in the corner of the room with a tall glass, full almost to the brim of cheap Texas corn whiskey. He drank it silently, leaned back in his chair, his hat half over his eyes. The sun had been in them for much too long.He had been calm, quiet, not bothering anybody. The one good thing about smaller western towns was that everybody knew to mind their own business. He was enjoying the peace and quiet, watching the floor while he sipped his drink.When a chair moved back and black, polished boots hit the floor in front of him, his eyes narrowed.He slowly pushed back his hat, blinking. He took a good look up and down at the man who had sat down at his table.Nice hat, long black overcoat, a vest, white collared shirt and a black tie. A very sharp, inquisitive face with catlike eyes. A nice mustache, manly, veiny hands and a lovely pipe that he curled his fingers around. He was smirking like he was amused, his eyes taking in Adam much the same way.The way the man was looking at him made him want to squirm; he didn't. He instead extended his arm out and held his drink flat on the arm of his chair, not budging from his relaxed position.Adam waited for the man to say something, but he didn't. So he said something first."Nice hat." Adam simply said in an even, neutral tone."Thanks." The man said, bemused. His voice was deep, and almost raspy. "Nice gun."Adam's lips turned up in amusement. He didn't even have to glance down to know that his holster, trousers, gun and boots were all covered in trail dust. "Thanks." He said in the same bemused voice."You know, you really do suit your description." The man leaned in closer, watching carefully for his reaction."Yeah." Adam chuckled as the man raised an eyebrow. "I do have a nice gun."The stranger's teeth flashed a grin. "Do you?"Adam recognized what the man was trying to do straight off; he set his glass down on the table. He pushed the bottle further out towards the man's seat. "Drink?" He asked, his smile sweetening a little."Sure.. cowboy." The simple word was purred like a flirtation; and then the man reached across the table and took Adam's cup instead of the bottle. He set his pipe on the table to hold it in his dominant hand, turning towards Adam to drink it.In response, Adam reached across the table and grabbed the man's pipe. The man smirked while he smoked it, taking deliberately long inhales and exhales."Now, what's a cowboy like you doing in a place like this?" The stranger asked, purposely holding the glass where Adam had drank from."Aren't you even going to ask my name first?" Adam came back with, taking another slow puff of the man's pipe."You're the one who gave me the drink." The man snickered."Alright, fancy man." Adam smirked, watching to see how the other man would take it. He simply maintained his bemused expression and looked back. "What do you do other than bum drinks off dusty cowboys?""Well, let's see.. I used to smoke." The stranger put down the glass, but Adam didn't make any moves to take the pipe from his mouth. He didn't flinch when the man slowly rose from his chair. Adam openly, pointedly watched the way his lanky body crept forward, his hips and waist highlighted by the movement of his overcoat.He tried not to react at all when the man touched him, gently taking the pipe straight from where his lips were clasped around it, letting his fingertip drag across Adam's lip for a few seconds. Adam just responded with a raised eyebrow."Hmm.." he started when he sat back down, crossing his legs to lean forward in his chair. "Just how big are you? Stand up."Adam slowly got up from his seat, meaning to stand straight up tall. When he saw that the man's eyes were focused on the movement of his midsection rather than his head, he understood. He placed one hand on the table and leaned on it, boldly showing himself off."My." The man purred, boldly looking up at his face. "You're tall.""And I still don't know your name." Adam had an idea; he took two slow, careful steps towards the stranger, coming up right next to his seat. The man sat still, relaxed and unbothered. Adam moved his hand slowly, down past the gun slung across his chest to his pants pocket, brushing his hip over his clothing very deliberately while he pulled the man's wallet out.The stranger simply watched while Adam rifled through the papers and cards; he pulled out one. "Colonel Douglas Mortimer. Well, mister Mortimer, my name is Adam Cartwright." Adam put the paper back where he'd found it, closed up the wallet, and leaned in close while he put the wallet right back in his pocket."Adam, huh?" Mortimer asked, watching closely as Adam sat back down. "Ride far, Adam?""Just far enough." Adam replied, the look in his eyes encouraging Mortimer to take it the way he liked."Man gets a little hot coming up the trail. You hot, cowboy?" Mortimer pointedly asked, the suggestive smirk on his lips making Adam shudder."Just plumb burnin up." Adam agreed, reaching across the table for his quarter full glass. He tilted it to his lips, swallowed it, and made a show of gulping it down."Whiskey cool you down?" Mortimer asked, his eyes keen with interest."No, this corn whiskey burns.. especially paired with smoking." Adam could feel the desire to squirm, a little nervous about the growing tightness in his pants."Well, we can't have a cowboy like you getting heatstroke. Like a breath of fresh air?" Mortimer gestured towards the door of the saloon with his head.Days on the trail of no company, no fun, nobody to talk to and nobody to take care of him took their toll. Adam stood up."C'mon, fancy man." He teased, snickering at Mortimer.They walked together, slowly, side by side. It was only a short distance to Adam's hotel room. The clerk looked sideways at them, but didn't say anything as they walked upstairs.Adam turned the key and opened the door to his room, allowing Mortimer to calmly walk inside. Adam walked in after him, turning fully around to re lock the door.He heard a small noise, then felt his hat being gently lifted off his head. He heard the same noise when it was set onto a hook beside him, where Mortimer had set his own hat. He slowly spun around just to find that Mortimer was standing so close, he was almost crowding him into the door."You oughta take off your coat, Colonel." Adam reached out for it, and Mortimer didn't do anything but stretch out his arms so Adam could take it off. He moved past Mortimer and boldly draped it across the foot of his bed, a knowing smirk painted all over his face."You ever been in the army, Adam?" Mortimer asked, stalking closer to him."I just never could follow orders." Adam boldly replied, putting his hands on his hips."Oh?" Mortimer closed the gap between them, getting right up in Adams face. Adam stared at his lips. Mortimer brought his hands up to his shirt buttons, undoing the top three and exposing the chest hair underneath. "Take this off."Adam shook his head. He brought his hand down between them and rubbed Mortimer's hip over his gun holster. "This first.""Good idea." Mortimer praised him, reaching down. But when his hands reached what he was grabbing for, Adam had to suppress a noise. Mortimer was undoing Adam's gunbelt, being too gentle and applying too much pressure at the same time. Adam had to stay very still, but it betrayed the desire in his eyes. He thoroughly enjoyed unbuckling the other man's gunbelt, purposely leaning so close that his erection nudged Mortimer's leg.Adam made sure to move very slowly, when he walked towards the hotel room table to lay down their gunbelts. He walked back, opening up the rest of his shirt buttons, tugging his shirt out of his black trousers. He tossed it on the floor next to the bed."Well, now. Mighty handsome, cowboy." Mortimer said, looking him over."Your turn." Adam pointed out, stepping a little closer.Mortimer didn't skip a beat; his hands went straight to his fly, undoing the buttons. He let it hang open, showing off his erection under his briefs. Adam licked his lips at the sight."Get on the bed, boy." Mortimer's voice rasped like he was desperate; it was hopelessly arousing. Adam couldn't help himself from sprawling back onto his own hotel room bed, under the mercy of Colonel Mortimer. He let him remove his boots and trousers, saving his drawers for last. He paused for just a moment when he lifted them, giving Adam time to stop him. He didn't stop him, just raised his hips."Looks to me like you follow orders just fine.." Mortimer pulled something out of his shirt pocket; a small container of petroleum jelly. "How far would you like to take this?""Just don't tie up my hands." Adam was firm on that; no matter how much whiskey he'd sucked up or how handsome and smooth Mortimer was, he was still a stranger, and he had money to think of.But Mortimer didn't push or challenge anything. He just nodded. "Okay. Is that all?""Nope." Adam wasn't at all shy about being naked, erection and all, and the next thing Mortimer knew he was being tugged down on top of Adam, their cocks pushing together. "Kiss me.""Getting demanding, are we?" Mortimer teased, but he listened to him, anyway, yanking Adam up to meet his lips by the hair. Mortimer kissed him more tenderly than he would have expected, soft and gentle with the movements of his mouth, even if the way he was grinding against Adam's erection was anything but gentle. When they broke apart for air, Mortimer's voice was raspy and low. "I love bedding pretty boys like you. You make the sweetest noises.. don't you?" He asked as he grabbed Adam's dick, grinning when he heard Adam's low moan.A little thrilling thought shivered up Adam's spine. "How old are you?" He asked, staring at the man's grey mustache and balding head.Mortimer laughed, caught off guard by the question. "Old enough to be your daddy."That's what Adam had thought. Somehow, it made the act even more thrilling. He didn't respond in any way other than reaching out to grab Mortimer's trousers, playing with the buttons. "Take these off.""Why?" Mortimer teased him, pressing his thigh between Adam's legs. Adam ground on him, openly moaning just for show."How else are you gonna get me to make those noises you like so much?" Adam purred, grinning at him."Oh, I have some ideas.." Mortimer smirked. He opened the tin of petroleum jelly right next to Adam's ear; his cock twitched against Mortimer's thigh. "Now you just speak up if I do something you don't like. Okay, boy?""Sure, Colonel." Adam teased him, rocking his hips. "Whatever are you going to do with me?""Wouldn't you like to know?" Mortimer dipped his fingers into the jar, then spread Adam's legs by his inner thighs. "Not very shy, are you?""I'm a very handsome young man. Don't you agree, grandpa?" Adam snickered at him, too cocky for his own good.Mortimer dipped his fingers into the jar and silently eased one inside Adam, curling his finger up and down to stretch him out. He grabbed Adam's hand with his free one, guiding him to clasp his fingers around his own cock. Mortimer directed him to stroke himself, his hand firm around Adam's. Neither man's face faltered for a moment, not even when Mortimer slipped a second finger inside Adam, shallowly opening him up."T-tell me about yourself." Adam managed to say, shuddering when Mortimer guided him to rub his fingers over his tip."Alright. I'm in Tascosa on my way to California. On my way to pick up a man, an outlaw. Jed Reilly." Mortimer answered, curling his fingers nice and deep until Adam gasped."You the law?" Adam asked, raising his eyebrows the best he could while his eyelids were fluttering, his mouth hanging open, getting harder and harder to control his heavy breathing."Some people in my profession think so." He answered, watching for Adam's reaction.Adam had never liked bounty hunters; but he supposed that one who was already knuckle deep inside him couldn't be so bad. He slipped a third finger inside and rendered Adam unable to speak, stretching him wider and wider."What do you do when you're not riding across the country, cowboy? Oh, I've heard of the Ponderosa, everyone has.. but, ah, what do you do for fun?" Mortimer was cruelly rubbing his prostate, waiting for him to answer."Well, I- I-I've.. been told I look, oh, don't stop.. g-good on my knees.." Adam hadn't even noticed that Mortimer had taken his hand away from his cock, leaving him to stroke himself. He stopped, unwilling to come until he got Mortimer inside him."Well, then." Mortimer cooed, taking his fingers out of Adam's hole. "Get on your knees."Adam sunk down from the bed to the floor, eagerly lining up his mouth with Mortimer's dick. He let Adam yank down his drawers and unbutton his shirt, exposing his stomach and waistline just above his hard cock.Adam gently licked his tip, swirling his tongue around. Mortimer grabbed his head by the hair, sweetly petting down the back of his scalp, twirling his hair in his fingertips - then, he roughly dug in and forced his cock down Adam's throat. Adam gagged, caught by surprise, and his eyes watered."You've done this before." Mortimer noted, slowly starting to roll his hips back and forth, sliding his cock on Adam's tongue. He didn't say anything more about it, just let Adam take the lead bobbing his head back and forth, taking him almost all the way down his throat and gulping just like he'd done to his drink.Mortimer wondered how far he could push it. He held Adam's hair tighter, keeping his head still, and began to fuck Adam's throat, hard and deep. Adam gagged, his eyes watering and streaming tears, lips getting redder and more swollen by the second. Mortimer started groaning and purring dirty talk, telling Adam how tight his sweet mouth was, how pretty his lips were, how good he was at sucking cock, calling him a good boy over and over again.Suddenly, Adam frantically tapped at his thigh, unable to speak with a mouthful of cock. Mortimer stopped what he was doing immediately, gently pulling Adam's mouth away from his cock. His lips were colored crimson, his open mouth rasping for breath, streams of tears running down from his eyes.He pet Adam's hair, gently soothing him, encouraging him to pant. "Too rough?"Adam shook his head. "Don't want you to cum til you get to fuck me like that..""Well, now." Mortimer helped Adam to his feet, roughly tugging him in and kissing the spit right off his pretty lips. He forcefully shoved him back onto the bed, hungrily looking down at Adam like a predator. "How do you want it?"Adam was wildly aroused, his dick leaking onto his own stomach, his throat fucked raw. He rasped his answer out from his scratchy, swollen throat. "Bruise me."Mortimer smirked and took his hips in hand, digging his fingertips in hard. "Are you sure you want that?" He asked like a warning, leaning over Adam's body."I'm sure I want that." Adam assured him, teasingly rocking his hips back and forth. "C'mon."Mortimer looked like he wanted to tease him some more, but he was too worked up from fucking his mouth to even attempt it. Whatever flirtatious comment he had wanted to make came out as an animalistic growl, sliding inside Adam in one swift push. Adam let his legs be lifted onto his shoulders, hooking his ankles together behind his head.Mortimer took him with pure brute force, as unforgiving as he'd been with his throat. Adam's hole fit him perfectly, tight and slick, and he was bouncing up and down in perfect time, taking his cock nice and deep.Adam was perfect. Every part of him - handsome, witty, and a great cockslut to boot. Adam begged for him to go harder until he was howling in delicious pleasure and pain, helplessly stifling his moans into the mattress. He couldn't put down his legs, so he just held on as tight as he could, shockingly intense pleasure making it so he could hardly feel his body being roughly used.Mortimer leaned over and blindly bit Adam's collarbone, deep in the throes of passionate lust. He ground his cock deep inside him until he heard Adam let loose a scream that rattled the window, then mercilessly fucked into him, hitting that spot again and again and again, his hand coming between them to jerk off Adam's twitchy, leaking cock.Adam was too far gone for words, screaming like he was yelling for his life, cumming hard all over his stomach, all the way up to his neck. He tightened around Mortimer, who ground inside him, clamping his teeth down on Adam's sternum as he came, fiercely clawing at his hips, tightly holding his body on his dick while he filled him right up.Adam went limp, all the energy draining out of him as soon as his eyes shut themselves. Mortimer panted hard, the taste of blood in his mouth. Adam's blood.His head cleared and he looked down at Adam's body, his hands releasing their grip on his sides. He had bitten through the skin just under his collarbone, leaving an open wound very obviously shaped like a vicious bite mark. There were bruises already blooming in his sides, shaped like a man's fingertips. His lip was split open, red and swollen from sucking him off and split when his mouth went dry from screaming. He was a mess; a beautiful, ragged mess.Mortimer figured it was his duty, in a way, to at least get the young man awake and sitting up in bed. He brought Adam's legs down off his shoulders, the task much harder than he'd thought it would be. He really was passed out. He hardly reacted when Mortimer pulled out, not even when he started leaking cum onto the bedsheets.Mortimer sighed. He used his handkerchief to wipe Adam clean, wiping everywhere but his open wounds. He made sure to tuck Adam under the covers nice and tightly before he pulled his flask from his coat pocket and gently doused his open wounds in it.Adam woke up whimpering, trying to reach for his wounds. Mortimer shushed him and held his hands at his sides. "It's alright. Gonna sting a little. You want me to..""No." Adam quickly answered, shaking his head. "No.. Stay a while. No need to rush off."Mortimer let some of his relief show through his smile. Not that he was ashamed that they'd likely been heard by everyone in a fifty mile radius, but he thought he better leave after the excitement had calmed down outside, whenever that was. "Alright." He simply said, peeling back the covers beside Adam. He sprawled out next to him, stretching out his bones and popping his spine back into place. Adam snickered at him."You know, I thought it was only us young folks that did stupid things." Adam mused, slowly turning towards Mortimer."Stupid things? Like what?" The older man responded, his characteristic smirk and squint burned into Adam's brain, by now."Jumping into bed with strangers.. just assuming a man's honest."Mortimer snickered. "Who said I assumed you were honest?"Adam considered the statement for a moment. Not an insult, not an accusation."I'll consider that an old man's advice." Adam murmured, catching a good natured smile from Mortimer."Very wise of you." Mortimer murmured, raising his hand to card his fingers through Adam's hair.Adam chuckled when he thought of a question to ask. "So, just how old are you?""Don't ask stupid questions." Mortimer answered, nudging him with his elbow.Adam laughed. "Yeah, that's what I thought."Mortimer snickered at him. "You oughta be more careful about jumping into bed with strangers."Adam scoffed. "Oh, shut up."
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Joe had rode after Adam all the way to Tascosa, just to be able to surprise him. He had gotten approval from their pa, who thought it was a nice idea to have Adam travelling with some likely well appreciated company.The hotel wasn't very hard to find - as soon as he had rode in, he tied his horse out front of it and went inside.The hotel looked dusty and run down, but so did the whole town. Joe tried not to pay it any mind. He went up to the front desk, sizing up the inoffensive looking man who was working it."Hello, I'm looking for my brother.. Adam? Adam Cartwright?" He politely said, tipping his hat at the man.To his surprise, the man's expression soured in an instant. "Oh.. room eighteen, up the stairs and down the hall."Joe blinked at him. He decided to let it go; maybe people down here just weren't very used to seeing northerners. He was even less used to seeing southerners.He went up the stairs without incident, not thinking anything about the front desk man's weird look. He had long given up knocking on Adam's door; Hoss didn't, his pa didn't, and so Joe didn't. It was unlocked, surprisingly."Ada-" he barely got two steps into the room before he froze in place. The door shut behind him.Adam was laying on the shoulder of another man, who protectively had an arm draped around him. He was fast asleep in the stranger's arms, his face just the picture of relaxation, about as relaxed as he was after a long, hard week. The stranger pointed a small derringer at him, his hand just as steady as could be, his expression cold as ice."Don't you knock, son?" The stranger asked, carefully taking in Joe's wide eyes."Listen, mister, uh.. that-that's my brother." Joe stammered, embarrassed by the way he was freezing up."Oh, I see." The stranger lowered the gun slowly, watching Joe's eyes and hands every bit of the way. "Cartwright?""Joe. Joseph." Joe relaxed a little, allowing himself to breathe again."Well, Joseph. You shouldn't barge into your brother's room in a town like this. Shouldn't barge into anybody's room. They might not wait to hear your name before they decide they're defending themselves.. or others.""Sorry.." Joe could feel it; he couldn't stand up to this man more than he could his own pa, because he made sense. "S-so.. uh, you two.. met?"The stranger snickered and nodded. "Yup. We met." Joe couldn't hide the concern in his eyes; the stranger picked up on it straight away. "I'm afraid there are some things that should only be discussed brother to brother.""Oh.. yeah, of course." Joe blushed, his idea of asking what had happened between them shot down. That was probably for the best, though; a chatty stranger talking around about how he'd laid Adam Cartwright was no good. This man wasn't chatty. Joe assumed that was what had happened, anyway - Adam sometimes just couldn't resist a smooth, sophisticated talker.Adam stirred against the man's chest, rolling and stretching himself out with a sleepy 'mmm..'. The first face he searched for was the stranger's. Without realizing that Joe was there, Adam leaned up towards the stranger and lazily kissed him on the mouth. The stranger kissed him back, just until Adam got his bearings. Then, he gently pulled away from him and murmured something, pointing towards the door. "Somebody here for you."Adam turned his head; he looked Joe in the eye for a moment. "Oh. You really should knock on doors in a town like this, Joe.""So I'm told. Um.. do you want me to come back later?"Adam shook his head. "Joe, this is Colonel Douglas Mortimer.""Oh.. how d'you do." Joe tipped his hat, unsure what to say."Hi." Mortimer smirked at him, but not maliciously."Well.. I guess you're here about ranch business." Adam started to get up, slowly, but Mortimer quickly placed his hand on Adam's stomach and held him down. He whispered something in Adam's ear; Adam blushed and stayed right where he was. "Um, I'll be right there as soon as I can."Mortimer whispered something else in his ear, and Joe got just a little upset. "You don't have to whisper.."Adam and Mortimer shared the same smirk."Alright, Joe." Mortimer turned half towards him and stayed turned half towards Adam. "Adam, are you sure you can walk straight?""No, I don't think so. Probably can't ride good for a couple days, either. You staying around long?"Mortimer shook his head. "Not long.""Come by the ranch sometime." Adam innocently leaned up and kissed Mortimer on the cheek. Mortimer gave him a meaningful look, smirking at him."Maybe I'll do that." Mortimer answered, rubbing Adam's shoulder under his hand. Joe appreciated it when Mortimer whispered his next question."Yes, I probably will need help taking a bath." Adam responded aloud, giggling at Joe's frown."Maybe I should come back later.." Joe backed towards the door, awkwardly smiling between the two of them. "Um, nice to meet you, Colonel. See you, Adam."Joe shut the door behind him, breathing a sigh of relief when the two were out of sight. Adam had walked in on him with girls, but walking in on Adam with an army Colonel old enough to be his father..Well, it was different. That was one word for it.