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Deadwood Dick 5 Lincoln County (1/5) 
24th-Oct-2006 09:22 am
Deadwood Dick 5
Lincoln County (1/5)
Author: BmblBee
Rating : Adult - overall
Paring: S/X
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. I
just saddle them up and take them for a ride.

It is not necessary to have read the other stories in this series to read this one.
Summary: Spike is a gunfighter. Xander and ex-saloon boy. Together they travel west.
Posting on the run.

The days were flowing smoothly now one into the next.
They had reached New Mexico and felt they could slow down
their travel. Nights were still chilly, but the days were warm
and the sun on their backs caused the blood in their veins
to become slow and their bodies relaxed.

Their routine had not changed for a week or so.
They rode at an unhurried gate during the day,
and fucked, slept, and talked easily during
the nights.
They talked about all type of things, finally really
getting to know each other.

Xander talked about the small house he grew up in
outside of Philadelphia. He told Spike about his older sister
Annie, who had married a farmer and popped out 4 babies
in 5 years.
He spoke fondly of his mother and less fondly of his father.
In the end he knew what was expected of him,
but how could he tell his family that the long awaited wife and
babies would never come.

He also knew in his heart that he wanted bigger adventures
than a carpenter could find in Pennsylvania.

Spike had laughed at that.
Seems like they were having more than their share of those.
Luckily by the third day after their last adventure
Spike's hard on had finally returned.

Now when the ended their days they made love more
often than just fucked.
Although they both still enjoyed their regular cock stops a couple of
times a day. Stops against a tree, over a stump, next to a creek, in a cave,
pretty much anywhere the urge hit, but now something had
changed for both of them.

Neither could put their finger on exactly when it had
happened, but Xander knew in his heart that
he had found the one man he would willingly die for.

Spike knew he had found the one he could easily kill for.

They both slept soundly.

Mornings brought whistles, silly grins, and a happiness and
security they had both always longed for.
The sun was warm, the coffee was hot and life was good.

They both should have been worried.

"So what do you say, Xan. We're out of the cold.
Still got plenty of money and there is nothing pressing on
our backs to be any where.
How about we find a town and settle in for a break from the trail.
I think a week or so of cards, booze, and a soft bed for fuckin'
sounds pretty fine right about now"

"Hell yea, Sounds damn fine" Xander toasted him with his tin cup
of coffee and smiled.
"Don't get no better than that."

"Hope I can trust you not to go takin' on any fuck customers." Spike laughed
Xander frowned, coffee cup half way to his lips. "Sure thing buddy.
Weren't planning on shooting anyone were you?"


Yea, Spike knew he deserved that. More for his lack of confidence in
Xander's loyalty than any thing else. Guess old insecurities die hard.
"So where do you think we are, Spike? Must be outta Colorado by now."
"Yea, near as I can figure we must be somewhere in Lincoln Co. New Mexico.
Pretty quiet area from what I hear."

Actually Spike hadn't heard that but he prayed it was true.
After their last few stops he just wanted a little fun and frolic for him
and his boy.

No drama. No trauma.

Decision made, they indulged in a relaxing mutual blowjob. Comfortable
69 with each pumping hot, salty romance directly down the throat of
the other. Ain't love grand.
Yawning Spike didn't even bother turning
his bed role back around, and fell asleep with Xander's feet in his face.

Turns out they were further north than Spike had anticipated
and it took them another days travel before reaching the first
good sized town on the trail.
San Patricio, New Mexico.

They had decided to ride through the night
and reached the city limits at the first light of day.
Both of them anxious for the long earned rest.
Exhausted, they slid down from their saddles and walked
their horses to the nearest boarding house. A large white
clapboard on the edge of town with a colorful "Welcome"
sign swinging from a post by the road.

After giving the horses a minute to drink from the outside trough
they tied them to the post and stumbled inside.
A bell connected to the front door announcing their arrival
wasn't even enough to fully wake them.

The house was big. Three floors. White with a picket fence.
Wood frame with lots of windows to let in the light.
The room they had entered was obviously a sitting room,
so in keeping with the motif, they sat.

Every thing was clean, soft sofas and cheerful wallpaper. A woman's room.
It didn't take long before a door swung open and a tall thin smiling matron entered
wiping her hands on an apron.

"Good morning gentlemen. You must be looking for a room. You couldn't have
come at a better time. We have plenty of empty rooms.
In fact our biggest one just came available. It is all by itself on the top floor."
Spike smiled and nodded. At this point he would have gladly shared
a cot in the basement with Xander.
He just wanted a place to lay down and sleep.

Still bubbling about the accomodation, she continued
"Mr.Price had been staying there but he died unexpectedly just
yesterday, so you can have that one.
It really is the best room in the house."

Then frowning slightly she added, "You two don't mind sharing do you?
It's a very big room"
"Wow, Spike. Hear that? Guess our luck is holding better than Mr. Price's."
Then turning to the owner of the house, he added grinning
"No ma'am don't mind sharing at all. Kinda used to each other .
Ain't we Spike"

"He didn't actually die IN the room did he?" Spike asked thoughtfully.
"Oh, mercy, no" She laughed. "Was hit by a passing manure wagon.
Poor man was crossing the road. Sun has been so hot that he was
fanning his face to cool himself from the heat and never saw it coming."

"So," Xander tapped his chin thoughtfully
"The shit hit the fan, so to speak."
"Exactly!" She answered cheerily
"O.k., then" Spike answered, much reassured. "We're in!"
24th-Oct-2006 06:35 pm (UTC)
Oh can they really have a quiet time? For Spike and Xander, no rest for the wicked
24th-Oct-2006 08:24 pm (UTC)
I like to keep them on their toes.
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24th-Oct-2006 11:49 pm (UTC)
Yea, aint that a lucky turn of events?
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