Reincarnation AU (For intheashes)

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Dr. Byeong-Lee Kim was good at his job. Which, considering the lack of support and funding he normally received, was a bit of a miracle, in of itself. Add into that the additional factor that, sometimes, he felt as though he were the one going crazy, and he was walking, breathing proof of a higher power. Not that anyone would know that last fact, of course. Billy didn't get to be a well-respected psychiatrist by airing his own dirty laundry around for people to look at.

Hypocritical? Maybe. But he'd felt for a good chunk of his life that he was meant to help people. And as long as he was still able to do that, he wasn't about to do something stupid and throw it all away.

Which was why, this morning, instead of doing what should have been the smart thing and cancel all of his appointments, he was instead sitting behind his desk and typing out notes on his computer. Sipping at the coffee his administrative assistant had brought him. Humming to himself. <i>Anything</i> other than thinking about that damned dream he'd had, last night. The same one he'd been having all week that he didn't understand and couldn't seem to get away from.

A man on a horse, beside him. A strong cigarette getting passed from hand to hand. Stolen kisses. Locked doors. Bullet wounds and the sound of breaking wood as something precious fell. Broke on the ground below. A man laughing beside him. '<i>Wherever I go, Billy goes</i>'.

"Dr. Kim," the assistant interrupted, knocking on the door. "Your first appointment has arrived."

Byeong-Lee looked over his notes and found the paperwork he needed, glad for a distraction. "Send him in," he said with a wave, making some preliminary notes on the record. Planning his questions.

'<i>I knew you'd come back</i>.'

He lets out a small groan, rubbing at his eyes hard with the palms of his hand. "Stop it," he grumbled to himself, trying to will the dream away. Why? Why was it so vivid? Why could he seem to feel it? Remember it as though he'd been on that horse, himself? He groaned again and scrubbed his hands over his face, trying to just push it all away. He had work to do. People to help.

"Retrouvez votre bonne nuit," he reminds himself quietly.

And then looks up, ready to start whatever the day had prepared for him.

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John hasn't been so nervous in a long time. Here he is, asking someone for an actual date in what seemed to be forever. It's not like he's never asked a guy out before, but there was something just a little different this time. Like he's always longed to ask this man for an outing but never could for fear of what might happen to them. He's ready to retract the offer. To laugh it off. Because of course the doctor wouldn't want to go out on a date with some sniper. And even if he did, it felt like there would be so much danger for them that he would be looking over his shoulder the entire time.

He didn't realize he was fiddling with his napkin. His face was worried, peeking at Byeong-Lee from under his eyelashes. His breath rushes out suddenly. He flushes at the fact that he had actually been holding his breath waiting for the answer. And the answer he wanted more than anything in the world. His worried frown splits into a brilliant smile. "Thursday. I can definitely meet you there Thursday. I'll be there!" He'll even work something out with the commanders to make sure he has that night to himself completely.

His smile goes even brighter as he laughs and leans over a little to knock his shoulder into Billy's. "I have something. But I won't tell you what. You don't get to see it Thursday. But you have my word," John leans over and husks into the doctor's ear. When he does, there's just the slightest touch of a Louisiana Drawl, as if he's just waking up before it's repressed again. "I promise you, you'll be pleasantly surprised." He blows into that ear and then leans back to dip some bread into the soup so Billy can keep the spoon for now. Dips it and is more eager for Thursday than he is for his burger that will be coming soon.

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Byeong-Lee was happy, that night, as he finished his meal with the patient he had, ostensibly, been trying to help with this meeting. He'd been happy as he drove home. Happy as he fell asleep and thought about Thursday.

But then he woke up. And happiness was the furthest thing from his mind.

What was he doing? That was the question he kept asking himself and kept coming up with no answer for. What was he doing? John was a patient. He was a patient and Byeong-Lee was supposed to he helping him, not getting into his pants! Almost four times between that morning and Thursday, he stopped outside Emma Cullen's office, ready to confess his sins and ask her to take John off his docket. Or report him, whatever she decided. But he never actually went in. And when Thursday came around, he didn't do the right thing and cancel.

No. He might have been about thirty minutes late, but he was there. Dressed in the normal outfit he'd wear to this place; tight jeans and a fitted, black top with a handful of buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to show off his ink (and biceps). He even threw on a black cowboy hat he'd bought years ago on a whim and never wore. All because he was trying to impress John.

John. The patient he shouldn't even be thinking about sleeping with. And seemingly could think of nothing else.

Walking into the bar, Billy got himself a scotch, straight, and sucked half of it down before turning to the floor. He wasn't really a dancer, but he liked to watch. It was really all he could do until John showed up and the next nail got hammered into his coffin.

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John's week had been filled with maneuvers and training. It was always a bit difficult for units to transition a new sniper into their group. Even ones as skilled as he was. He had done his best to stay focused, but any time his finger wasn't on the trigger for practice village sweeps, his mind flitted back to the handsome young shrink that had stamped his papers and had dinner with him.

He hadn't had a date in so long he almost felt giddy about it. He had even fretted that his cloths wouldn't be enough. Billy had asked for specific things and he had wanted to do what he could to make that dream come true. But still, on the day of their date, he had finished up training early and all but begged for a pass into town.

When he arrived, Billy hadn't been there. The Uber dropped him and John had been a bit disappointed. But he knew he was early and so he waited. And waited some more. Still no doctor. Sighing, he had gotten up and gone out onto the floor to kill time until his date arrived. And that's how Byeong-Lee would finally catch sight of him. Right in the middle of a heel toe slide that was more hips than it should be in those skin tight jeans. The light blue of his shirt looking so soft and inviting under yet another vest. This time in gray. The same gray as the hat, sitting cocked a little playfully on his head. Each slide of his snakeskin cowboy boots draws attention to him as he all but grinds his way to the end of the song. The huge warm smile he flashes when he gives a energetic clap for another dance well danced by the line all but sparkling before he takes his spot again in the line.

At the bar, the tender just chuckles a little. "That John. Always teasing."

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The way John dances should be illegal. Byeong-Lee nods over at the bartender's comment, but his attention is on the second dance. It's just a line dance. He knows a few himself. But he's never seen a line dance look so overtly sexual, before. Like John is trying to make every man in the bar desire him. And, from the look of the people along the sides, it was working. Byeong-Lee orders a beer and waits for the song to come to an end before walking over to John, trying hard to smile naturally and not like he's imagining the other man naked.

But damn. He was probably gorgeous.

"You...come here a lot, then?" he shouts against the other man's ear as he sidles up behind him for a surprise. "Bartender knows you. Not a good sign, is it? I bet you bring all the boys here so they can watch you dance. Is that it?"

He's smiling as his eyes trail from head to toe along John's body.

Christ alive, he wasn't wearing underwear, was he? Of course he wasn't.

Byeong-Lee was doomed.

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John had been having a hell of a time, honestly. Coming here was the one time he could let his hair down and let lose a little. No tightly regimented rules and restrictions. He could dress how he wanted, move how he pleased, it was freedom and he thrived on it, just as much as he thrived on having his finger rest on the trigger with an enemy in his crosshairs. Even better because while everyone looked, no one bothered him. Not after the first few times when he had let in known in no uncertain terms that he wasn't here for a fuck. He was here for a few dances, a few beers, and that's it. He's never ever gone home with anyone, no matter how much they might hit on him.

How he had managed to make an entire bar know he was look but not touch almost became evident when the doctor appeared behind him and yelled in his ear to be heard over the music. He reacted out of trained habit, sweeping around, his punch stopping only a fraction of an inch from the doctor's stomach. He had managed to pull the punch just in time. Then he smiles, the same smile he had been wearing while dancing, the one he had worn at their little dinner date. The one that lights up the entire room. "You should be careful, Doc, sneaking up on a sniper like that. You're libel to get knocked for a loop." He doesn't know he's already knocked this man for one.

He takes the offered beer, fingertips lingering and he starts towards the bar, abandoning the floor for now. It causes quite a stir because he's never left that floor for anyone. "All the time. I love it here! I love the music and I love the atmosphere and the beer is damn good too." Which means that yes, he probably drinks far too much in this place. As he walks, he sort of knocks his hip against Byeong-Lee's and it's definitely evident that the man was right about his lack of underthings in those pants. "But you are wrong about one thing, doc. You're the first boy I've asked to come here with me. Cause I wanted to share my favorite place with you. This is the one place I miss the most when I'm overseas or get restationed. It's the one place I always come back to when I get the chance."

He's headed to the bar so they don't have to shout over the music so much. "Do you like it?"

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It's impossible not to notice that everyone and their brother at the bar is looking with envy at him. And who wouldn't? John is gorgeous and teasing everyone here with that dancing. And that little show of reflexes before? Billy couldn't help but be a bit turned on by it. Well. To be honest he was a bit turned on by everything that had to do with John. Which meant, currently, he was on the verge of being deeply uncomfortable as they walked back to the bar. Another song started up and Byeong-Lee listened with half an ear as his full attention was on his patient.

Christ. His patient. What the Hell was he doing, here?

Before the panic could rise up too high, the bartender came over and winked at John as he handed over another drink 'on the house' and Byeong-Lee's jealousy replaced any other feelings he might have been having.

Without thinking, he shifted closer to John and rested a hand loosely around his waist. As though that were normal. As though he normally would stand closer to this man than normal.

As though touching were something they did.

"I like it, yeah," he said loosely, sending the signal around that they were fine and should be left alone. "I come here every once in awhile. Not often. I sort of thought it was...you know. A place to hook up." And he flushes just a little because that was precisely the only times he ever came here at all. Bathrooms, back rooms, the alley in the back. It wasn't really a secret that the security here was a little loose.

"But I like the theme. Westerns and all...Sort of my thing." He smirks and leans forward, letting the brim of his hat bump against John. "So you just dance, then? Make the bar fall in love with you and then waltz out to break their hearts? I heard you have a reputation as being a tease. I don't know how to feel about that..."

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He thanks the bartender for the drink with a sunny smile that could melt even the coldest heart. His voice is almost a purred drawl of "Y'all didn't have to do that. But I thank you kindly." Like receiving free drinks was normal. It was. He doesn't know why, but he feels like people just buying him drinks because of who he was had always been a thing. Everyone wanted to drink with him. Hear him tell wild stories and laugh with him.

The hand resting on his hip only surprises him for a moment. After he had beat the hell out of one guy who hadn't understood the rules, no one really put hands on him unless he started it. But after the initial surprise there was a deep warm familiarity to it. For a moment there was a soft memory flitting through his mind. That this, this is what he had been missing this entire time. Unconsciously he leans against Byeong-Lee for a moment.

"I guess it can be that. But not for me. I just really like the music and dancing." Plus he did like the people. Now, as then, he's still a deeply social creature. "Now I'm disappointed we were never here at the same time." Just how many times had they just barely missed each other.

He laughs again and leans in. He's close. So close. Another inch and they'd be kissing. It's tempting too. So tempting. What would it feel like to kiss the doctor? His eyes slide half-closed and he breathes out slowly, breath brushing over Byeong-Lee's lips before pulling away and taking a drink. "Rumors are true. I am. A tease. But only because I haven't found him yet. The man I want to do more with than just tease. After my last few failures..." No. He's not taking about aborted relationships right now. This is a date. Not a session on the couch. "Are you afraid I'll bite off more than I can chew? If so, you don't have to worry. I can look after myself." Though there's that eerie longing feeling that tells him he wouldn't mind if this man looked after him.

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Byeong-Lee smiles, not one to be outdone by a tease like that. ' He always knew how to push my buttons. But I know how to push his right back.' He doesn't think about where that thought comes from. Just smirks as he accepts it and tightens his grip on John's hip ever so slightly. Leans in to whisper against his ear. The doctor is gone as his voice comes out dark. Slow. Almost with a hint of an accent he's never had, before.

"Haven't found the man you don't want to tease, yet? That's almost insulting, isn't it?" His fingertips drift along the hem of John's vest. Slipping underneath it, hand warm and flat against the soft shirt beneath it. "Deprives you if a lot of fun as well. Isn't that so?"

Behind them, someone lets out a loud laugh and it's enough of a surprise to have Byeong-Lee back up a bit and realize just what he's doing. Jesus Christ, he just met the man a few days ago and he's already propositioning him? His patient? But God help him, he can't stop him self not anymore.

His hand stays where it is, thumb rubbing against the dip of his back. "I'm sorry about your failures," he says gently in a more normal voice. "But I can't be too sorry about the fact that they made you single, right now. Otherwise I'd be pretty terrible to be taking you out." Because he would have, all the same. With John every moral bone in his body seems to have broken.

Wherever John was concerned, as long as they were together, that made things right.

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The doctor does indeed seem to know just how to press his buttons. He's never let anyone this close. Never let anyone get under his skin and under his vest. His eyes slide half closed, lips parting just slightly at the sound of that accent. He all but groans at the sound of it. His knees grow weak for a moment and his shivers at the breath in his ear as well as that accent. The accent that makes him feel like he's suddenly come home after a very long time away.

His hand has to grip onto the bar to steady himself as Byeong-Lee continues to husk at him. He's certain his breathing has started coming a bit short and he has to shift a little in those tight pants to relieve the sudden pressure there. His body shifting with that movement, forward into that small touch under his vest.

"I won't want to tease because I'll want to make good on it. I think for the right man, making good on the teasing would be a lot of fun." His half-closed eyes light on Byeong-Lee's mouth and he bites down on his own lower lip as if to restrain himself from taking them. "Don't be sorry about that. Who knows. Tonight might be the night I stop being single." He hums a little as if there's a suggestion there before he throws back his drink.

It only takes one. Just the one and his cheeks flush a little. His cheeks flush and his hand slides against the doctor's back a little. His words come out just the slightest bit slurred and there's a bit of a smooth southern draw at the edge of it. "Do you dance, cher? Or do you just prefer to watch. I wouldn't mind you watching me, cher. Of all the eyes at the bar tonight, yours is the eyes I want on me the most." One drink and his hands are sneaking not to subtle touches up and down the man's spine. It seems as it was then, it is so now, he just can't hold his alcohol.

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"Just like before, you can't hold your damn liquor," Billy says through Byeong-Lee's mouth. It's just a second, but that's enough for Byeong-Lee to be supremely confused about where that particular thought came from. But even without knowing, he knows it's true. He knows that, with each drink, John is going to get more and more handsy. More and more suggestive, especially with him. Because John knows that Byeong-Lee wants him. And he knows that propositioning him is going to lead to a nice fuck and not a night in jail.

Not that it would land anyone in jail, Byeong-Lee reminds himself, confused as to why he thought for a moment it would. But before he can get too distracted by that, another song is starting and John's hand is warm along his back. People at the bar are openly staring at John as he bites his lip and offers to dance for him. Admits that he wants Byeong-Lee more than anyone else in the bar. The doctor grins and drops his hands to the belt loops on John's jeans and drags him forward. Close enough that he can feel the man's erection against his own.

Fuck, that feels good. Feel familiar. Byeong-Lee holds him there, the space between them barely enough for a piece of paper, let alone anything else.

"How would you dance for me?" he finds himself asking in a husked voice. "You want me to watch? Planning to put on a show for me, hm?"

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He giggles a little. Actually giggles. It's the alcohol and he knows it, but of course he has to at least try to deny it. It's a bit embarrassing and why he's always so careful when he does accept drinks from the tender. Even handy and drunk, he's never let anyone touch him but he wants this man to. Feels it so deep down it's almost a need instead of just a wanton want. Like, as melodramatic as it seemed, he might not live without knowing the doctor's touch.

Instead of punching Byeong-Lee in the face hard, John easily is pulled closer. His breath hitches as the feeling of how well their hips slot together. It takes everything he is not to roll his hips a little against the other man. His hand goes back up the doctor's spine to the back of his neck. For a moment, John feels a sudden jarring disconnect. He almost expected to have to pull out some hairpin so he could play with that pretty inky hair. It's only momentary before he's carding his fingers through it. His other hand goes down to stroke over that arm, teasing touches that has some of the bar muttering jealously under their breaths.

He leans even closer, so that his cheek is against the doctor's and then he groans softly into the man's ear. "Oh yes. I never want you to take your eyes off me." His teeth not so accidentally graze the lobe before he's pulling back and flashing that far too charming smile at Byeong-Lee. "As for how I would, you'll see. Can't ruin it now can I. But I've been told that I'm a natural born showman." Deja vu. He's said that before. I'm a natural born showman, Billy. You just have to trust me. I'll help you put on the sort of show that'll bring money in hand over fist.

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Byeong-Lee doesn't want to see John dance. He wants to see him pushed against a wall, crying out his name as fucks him hard enough to make sure they both are sore from it. He can see John's face so clearly in his bliss.

But it's not quite John's face. It's the face of a man like him, with a beard and some extra lines on it, before his time. But his mouth is open, gold tooth glinting in the sun as he cries out for more. Shouts his name and shoots between them as Byeong-Lee keeps going right through it. He can almost remember what that felt like. Almost. Which is insane since it never actually happened.

The doctor is surprised enough by that mental image to release John's belt loops and free him off to put on the show he wanted to. "Go on, then," he purrs, leaning in to whisper against his ear, giving the base of his jaw a small bite. "Go on and show me what you can do."

Show me what you can do, then. No one wants to hand over money to a Chinaman, no matter how good the show is. But go on.'

"Let me see you," he finishes, both his own sentence and the one from his memory. God, that was getting worse. Maybe he did need to go see Emma. But later. Another day.

Today was all about John.

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He all but purrs at the little nip at his jawline. His smile grows by the second and he gives a small nod. His hand trails over Byeong-Lee's arms and he leans in just enough to husk into his ear. A whisper only for him. "You're the only one here that knows for certain." He pauses and admits. "I'm not wearing any underwear." He blows into that ear as he parts to head towards the floor, giving a wink over his shoulder to the doctor, hips shifting in a teasing manner as he walks back out.

His hand goes up to his hat as he places himself in the center of the line and tilts it down to a very flirty angle before he takes a breath and the music starts. If Byeong-Lee had thought him sinful before, this is a whole new level of dirty hell as Six Pack Summer plays. There's no way those hip movements are innocent. There's no mistaking how he moves his hand from his hat to undo a few button of both his vest and the shirt under it for just the slightest peak at a pale collarbone.

He's never put on this much of a show, but for the doctor, he wants to prove himself. He wants Byeong-Lee to see him. Deep down, there's that voice. That soft memory. Look at me, Billy. Watch me. I'll show you you can trust me. I'll you I can put on a show you'll never forget." It was just like the first time he had drawn a crowd for a quick draw, using his charm and his name and his generally ability to bring people around him. Then he had managed to get everyone to bet against the "my manservant" with the "winners" getting the "honor" of shooting against the myth, the legend, the Angel of Death for twice the pot. They had made so much money that day and he hadn't needed to take a shot.

Only this time, he's not after an entire town. He's after one man and when he turns, he peeks under the brim of his hat and slides his hands down to his hips for another grinding roll.

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The whole bar is staring. Half at John and half at Byeong-Lee who is apparently the target of this seductive dance their most untouchable bachelor was putting on. Byeong-Lee didn't even notice the attention. His eyes were fixed on the man on the floor who was dancing as though he were about to start removing clothes. Indeed, he was unbuttoning things as he went. And for a second, his mind is clouded over with images.

John's face with the mouth open in a wide 'O' as he climaxes silently, not wanting the room next door to overhear them. The back of John's head as he is on all fours, shouting out his pleasure as Byeong-Lee pounds into him, the water from the stream they're in rushing around them. John's mouth wrapped around him in the middle of the night, Byeong-Lee alternating between staring at that site or at the gorgeous stars above, trying to hold on.

A lifetime of intimacies rush through his mind. None of them real. All of them strange, half-remembered dreams, surely. But the effect is instant and hard to push away for even a second. And before he knows it, he's making his way onto the floor before the song is even ended, grabbing John by the hand and dragging him off toward the nearest pillar so he could pin the man against it.

Their bodies are flush as he crowds into John's personal space and attacks his mouth. He can't stop. He can't think. This man is his, though. And he intends to claim him as such.

"Goody," he growls against his lips, not even aware that the word had left. "You're driving me crazy."

The memory of a crowded bar comes into his mind. A man drunk and purring indecent things into his ear.

Goody, you're driving my crazy. You have to stop before I throw you over my shoulder and you're unable to ride for a week .

He moans a bit, hands touching the bared skin and moving lower.

"Go to the bathroom, show off," a man shouts from their left. Which is a fantastic idea if he ever heard one.

"Bathroom?"

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He can feel the eyes upon him. There are whispers of a memory. A bar or a rowdy hotel, him at a table, all but holding court. The eyes of prostitutes and bounty hunters and fine city folks on him as he spins these wildly entertaining stories. But too him, all of those people mean nothing at all to him. It's only one set of eyes that matter. One set that watches out for him and watches over him. One man that's right there to make sure that no one suddenly asks for a story about the war. Always right there to declare that Master Robicheaux has had a long day and I think it's time I helped him prepare for tomorrow.

And then a hand would light on his shoulder and steer him away, always with the same halfhearted protest. The hand grabs his and he's being dragged away and those same words he said so many times before just falls easily from his lips. "I'm not done yet." But it was all for the show and he would be led up to their room where an opium laced cigarette and a kiss waited for him.

There's no private room and his breath rushes out with how quickly he's pinned. He should fight back. He should punch the man, perhaps throw him across the room, break a few bones in the process to make sure the lesson is learned, but instead, his arms are on automatic, looping around the doctor's shoulders and he's kissing back like he's desperate for it. His hips roll a little, body responding to that kiss. His voice is a breathy groan, breathy and with a soft slow drawl. "I told you, didn't I? That I could put on a hell of a show."

He leans to try and nip at those lips and bring them back. It's so strange, but he's never felt so warm or alive as he has right now. It feels like all the pieces are falling together. Which is why he startles so bad when the shout comes. There's a moment of disconnect. A sudden fear because they've been caught and that's a bad thing. But then he remembers where they are and slides his hands off Billy's shoulders, down his arms to tangle their fingers together.

"Bathroom, a motel, back seat of your car, your place...I don't care. Just don't you dare stop." He presses forward to get another hungry kiss. Sloppy and drunkenly desperate.

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It's been a long time before he got off with someone in a club. Longer still to do it in a bathroom. But he can't even think about this taking longer. He can't process the idea of not being buried inside Goody as soon as he possibly can. Not now that he could and no one could say shit about it.

Wait. No. Not Goody. John.

He pauses a moment, confused by the thought he had but then shakes it loose, yanking John into the nearest bathroom and laughing a bit as he almost trips, pushing the man toward a stall while trying to kiss him at the same time. It was almost impossible for him to manage, especially since there was a line and they were in the process of cutting in front of all of them in their passion. Fortunately, there were quite a few stunned people whispering John's name, too amazed at the fact that he was about to go fuck some stranger in the bathroom to argue about their stall being taken.

The door shuts and Byeong-Lee locks it before pushing John hard against it, kissing him again. "Tell me you have something," he growls as he bites against his neck. As he starts working at John's zipper in his need to just get inside him. To touch and feel him, again.

Again?

'Yes. Again. Let me relearn this. I can almost remember...'

"John," he hisses, pushing his shirt up. Beside them there are two men in the middle of an enthusiastic fuck, shouting as they got near the climax. Looks like this bathroom wasn't at all used for actual bodily functions.

"John, please," he growls pulling back enough to look at him. "Please say you eitehr prepared ahead of time or you have something in these...." his hands reach around, grabbing his teasing ass and giving it a hard squeeze, "tight jeans..."

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He's never gone into the bathroom with anyone. He's never let anyone touch him like this. Do this. At least not here. He's been with men before, but he's never felt like this. He's never this desperate to be with anyone. He's not even thinking about how he's going to get home. Once the doctor has him, he won't be able to show his face at the bar for a bit because everyone will know. Everyone will see that the untouchable John Robeson had not only let himself be touched but had been fucked quite vigorously. The future isn't a problem right now though. Right now, all he cares about is the taste of the doctor's lips and the feel of his hands.

All he cares is the burn of need he feels for the man, for Billy... No. Not Billy. But that sounds so familiar. All of this feels so familiar and so perfect. Which is why he doesn't even apologizing for stealing a stall or the sound he makes when he back slams into the closed door. He moans throatily, hands already trying to pull the doctor's shirt from his pants.

The bite has him clutching at Byeong-Lee's back and his hips shift forward, demanding more of that touch. His mouth chases the other man's when he pulls away from nibbling at his neck. His hands move from where he's tugging on the doctor's clothing and works to help get his vest open and his shirt undone, just baring that smooth muscled flesh. Unmarked except for that strange fleur shaped birthmark on his chest.

He moans more at the grab and squeeze and presses his hips forward to grind against Billy, one leg hooking around him to get more friction. "I always carry a condom. Just in case. In my breast pocket." It's a really nice brand. Lubricated and ribbed for "her pleasure". He grinds his hips again. "Don't have lube though. But that's fine. I want it right now. I can take it." He leans in and nips at the doctor's lips, his voice pitched low and dark with lust. "J'ai envie de toi." He doesn't even realize he spoke French until he said it. "Baise-moi.." Then softer into the man's ear, his voice smoother, eyes half closed with his need. "Please...please fuck me. I need it. I need you."

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Byeong-Lee is a man possessed as he grabs the condom. And for a second, he almost doesn't recognize what it is. Some sort of barrier between them? It's never been like that, before. But then, they've always had some sort of oil on hand and they don't have that, either. It will have to do. There's no time to wait longer. And there is a fire in Byeong-Lee's blood that is telling him to do this now. To do this now because you never know how long you actually have with someone. And this John character? This is the most important person he's ever known.

He bends forward without thinking, kissing the small birthmark and letting out a small noise, almost like a whimper. He's not sure where it came from, once it's all over, but he is too busy starting to get his own jeans off to really care all that much.

His clothes weren't as tight as John's were. The jeans come off and hit the ground around the time one of the men in the stall next to them cries out and now they are the ones who will be making all the noise. There's barely any room and there's no way to get either of them bare enough for all the exploring he wants to do. But there is enough at least for this.

"Take these off," he growls, pulling the jeans off and then kissing John deeply before helping one foot out and lifting John up to sandwich him between his body and the locked door. John's legs are encouraged around his waist and the condom wrapper is ripped open with his teeth and rolled quickly on. Byeong-Lee takes the left-over lube on his fingers and teases at John's hole with it. Both in preparation (little though it may be) and in an effort to work him up.

"Relax, or I'll hurt you." The idea of it is almost painful. "I can't hurt you, nae salang," he says, the word coming out so easily. "Relax. Tell me when you're ready..."

[intheashes]

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows he's being too easy. He knows he's drunk and he knows he's about to have sex with a man he just met less than a week ago in a bathroom stall. He hasn't even considered what will happen after. All that matters right now is the burning desire to have this man. To be with him. So much that he can barely stop touching the doctor. He just keeps running his hands over the man where eve rhe can touch. Each movement feeling so familiar, so right. It felt like a dream and one that had finally come true. A dream he doesn't want to wake up from. He can only husk his desperate need between kisses and the fumbling of their pants.

"Hurry. Oh please hurry." His dignity is thrown aside along with a cowboy boot. A leg of his jeans is off and the other hangs, fabric clinging at his mid-thigh. His shirt is mostly open and there's the doctor, still nearly fully clothed, with just is pants pooled at his ankles. His breath catches as he watches the condom roll onto Billy's hardness. Then his head falls back, thumping against the door as fingers delve into him. There's not enough lube and the stretch burns. He sucks in air and forces himself to relax, chest hitching as he accepts the pain that he knows will come, aware that after, all there will be is bliss and the feeling of being so full.

The muscles that the doctor is prodding clench down greedily and John seeks out Byeong-Lee's mouth with is. Moaning into it with each nipping kiss, hungry to have as much of the man as possible, as if drinking his fill of something he's wanted for years but only now is getting. "Quickly. I need you. Please. You don't have to be careful. I won't break." His hips shift and roll against those fingers and his legs grip strongly around Byeong-Lee's middle. He arches up to husk into the man's ear, his voice a slow, low hungry Louisiana drawl. "Please, Billy. Fuck me."

[deadlyhairpin]

That's all he needs by way of permission. Gripping Goody tight, he pulls him away from the door and pins him against the wall between their stall and the one next to them. More solid. More room for him to move back and forth in. And he's about to do a great deal of it.

"Ready?" he warned just a few seconds before he was teasing his way toward the somewhat slicked opening.

It felt familiar. This need to move fast. To get inside as quick as he could because they never knew how long they had. How soon it would be before someone stumbled on them. If they were in the open, it had to be fast. And how many times had it been just like this? Alcohol, burning lust, and passion between them, unable to let them wait even for a second as they tore away at each other's clothing.

Billy leaned in and kissed Goodnight, messy and half missing. But below their waists, he was right on target.

"Fucking Hell, Goody," he moans, lost in the feeling as he slides inside. Too caught up to realize he's calling John the wrong name. Had been thinking about him in the wrong name.

Hadn't thought twice about the fact that he'd been called the wrong name, too.

Billy and Goodnight. It sounded...right. It sounded like something that was true. Real.

It sounded like the perfect names for fucking in a stall at a cowboy bar.

Billy slid all the way in, letting Goody adjust to the feeling, just like he needed to in the past. But before long, he's spreading his legs wide and gripping Goody's tighter before starting to thrust hard and fast in and out of him.

The wall creaks. The crowd is caught between bitching about the stall being used for this and envy that they weren't in there. But soon enough, it all just fades away.

"Feel so good," he growls as he starts pounding hard into him, a man possessed. "Fuck...Little tease out on the dance floor. Worth it, now?"

[intheashes]

It hurts when the doctor presses into him. There hadn't nearly been enough lube or enough prep. He bites the inside of his cheek to stop the shout because he was going to be damned if this stopped now. He would hate himself forever if it stopped before it started. Because he was more than certain that this man, his Billy, would stop the second he thought he was in pain. If there was something his lover always had tried hard to avoid, it was hurting him.

His lover...

It sounded so nice. It's probably too soon to put titles on this, but there's not much else he can call a man who just pressed into him. Not much else he could call the one who held him and let him adjust to the feeling of that hard cock inside of him. He closes his eyes and takes a few gasping breaths, just getting used to the feel of this again. It felt like this had been what he had been missing with the others he had been with, but at the same time, it felt strange. Like between them there had only always been skin to skin. But that made no sense at all and was dangerous besides.

When he feels he's ready, he wraps his ankles around the doctor's back as best as he can, arms going to hang around his neck to hold on for dear life. He knows he won't be dropped but he's not chasing it. Instead, he clings tightly as hips start to move and everything in the entire world falls away to just this one man.

A distant part of him whispers that he should be quiet. They are in a very public place. It's only a small stall door between them and others who might mean to harm them. Walls are always too thin. Beds are always too creaky. He can't add to the sounds. Yet he does. He does because it feels so damn good to be filled over and over with each thrust that silence is impossible.

"Yes. Yes. God. Just like that. Oh..ah...harder. Mmmm." His hips soon shift to meet each thrust with hungry abandon, muscles clenching down around the man with each thrust in. He's certain the name he moans sounds far more like "Billy" than "Byeong-Lee" but he's not really clear minded enough to notice the difference. He's drunk and he's getting fucked just the way he liked best, hard and fast and passionate.

"Worth it. So so worth it. Oh..there. Right there. Again. Jesus Mary and Joseph right there!" John's hands clutch at the back of the doctor's shirt when he hits that angle that just has him crying out without even words.

[deadlyhairpin]

He's pounding into John with abandon, now, the wall shaking as he gets the angle he wanted and makes sure not to hit anywhere other than that. This wasn't the moment to make things linger. This wasn't the time for him to take John apart slowly and relish in every gasp and cry. This was passion and heat and he needed to hear John come like he's never had to hear anything in his life. "That's it, Goody," he growls, the name coming easily, even though it's not John's. But then again, he's not Billy and he's not protesting that, either. It almost as a feeling of roleplaying in it, he thinks somewhere in the back of his head. Makes him feel a bit less like he's a doctor fucking his patient in a gay club's bathroom.

And more like he's this man's long-lost lover, finding him, finally, after hundreds of years apart.

He feels that. He feels the burn of that act inside of him, enough that it chokes him as he holds John's hips and strokes along his legs as he plunges in and out, moaning with abandon as he fucks the man raw. It feels like coming home. Like he's learning a body he knew as well as he'd known his own, all over again. Like he can't get enough, can never get enough, because he finally has his love, again. And he's not going to let him go, this time.

"Jesus," he growls, starting to curse in Korean as the people outside either cheer them on or tell them to finish up. The fear that one of them is going to yank them out is there, unreasonable, but still there. He holds John tighter and helps his body move with the thrusts.

"Feels....so good," he hisses through clenched teeth. "Always feel good. Nae salang." The whole stall seems to be moving with them as he plunges deeper, faster. His own short shouts joining John's. "Let me hear you. You know I love it." His lips find John's, hard and sloppy. "C'mon. Talk, Goody. I finally have you. I need to hear you..."

[intheashes]

Each push into him is ecstasy like he's never felt before. Certainly, he's had sex, but it's never been like this. It's never felt like a thousand pieces are falling together perfectly to make a picture. A picture of this man, this man he's been searching for all his life. It's perfect and it all feels too long and too short at the same time.

His body rocks back with each thrust, meeting it, rushing towards it like it's the only thing keeping him together and keeping him sane. He feels so full of the man and each push within him ignites a spark that starts down low and travels all the way to his heart. His fingers digging harder into the doctor's dress shirt and his ankles crossing behind the man's back in a desperate need for more. Always more because he feels like he's been starving and he's finally gotten to eat and it's his favorite food.

He's not even thinking about the other people. They don't exist for him. His world has narrowed down to this stall. In his mind, when he closes his eyes, he can almost see them on a small rickety bed in a very small inn, bed pulled from the wall so not to make noise, him biting the pillow so to shut himself up while his lover pounds into him from behind, dropping hot kisses against his spine. He doesn't feel the need to be quiet like that here, even more when Billy, his Billy asks so nicely to talk.

He's always been chatty. Vocal about everything. He pulls from the kiss and his body clenches around the hard flesh within him. "I do love it. I love it when you take me. I love how good you make me feel. Ah...I feel so good. You're so perfect inside me. No other man makes me feel this way, cher. Just you. Only you. Always you. I hnnnggg...shit yes. I'm going to cum. You're going to make me cum. Your amazing dick is going to make me cum before you even touch mine. Ahhhh god, Billy, fuck me and never stop. Make a mess of me." He can't be sure just how much of that was in English and how much in French but at the moment, he doesn't rightly care. All he cares is that his Amour is right here and he has him back after all this time. He has him back and he wants to hold off on his orgasm as long as possible, just to keep feeling this man within him.

[deadlyhairpin]

Byeong-Lee can't even stop himself. The French and the English is driving him insane, the words familiar and not at the same time. The name 'Billy' touching something so deep inside of himself that it's like finding his way back home after years away. He moans, feeling Goody shake in his arms. Feeling John shake with each thrust and each snap of his hips, deeper and harder, the body in his arms so familiar that he could make him come in five minutes, if he needed to. And sometimes, he had needed to.

The wall shakes as he pounds harder, faster, the end coming as he moans against John's mouth, neck, anything he can reach. "I'm going to come," he warns, pushing his hips closer to John's so that the thrusts have the added bonus of massaging the trapped cock between them.

For a second, he can remember the last time they had sex against a wall. It had been a cliff-side, actually. No one around for miles and Goody had been able to howl like a wolf as Billy rode him for all he was worth. Poor man couldn't even look at his horse for a day and a half, but swore that it had been worth it. They didn't have the lube back then that they did, now. Didn't have anything that they had, now.

But always each other. Something they've finally remedied in this life, now.

Byeong-Lee fades, Billy huffing hot breaths against Goody's lips as his movements get more exact. More practiced. "Spill for me, Goody. Let me see you come apart..." And with a final snap, he leads the way, crying out as he comes hard, pushing deep into his lover as he rides it out with small gasps and moans. Still moving his hips, once he recovers from the crest of it, using the residual hardness to keep Goody going.

[intheashes]

His voice raises as he moves. Each hard thrust has him tipping closer and closer to the edge. As it is, he's barely hanging on. He's overwhelmed, washed away in the pleasure of coming home. That's what this feels like. It's everything he's wanted, everything he needed, everything he had ever looked for but could never quite find. Because of that, he's holding himself back, fighting orgasm as if he's fighting a war. He doesn't want it to end. He never wants it to end. He finally got it and there's a small whisper that he'll never get this feeling again after this. It's a fear that comes from fleeting memories that told him that he had lost this man too soon once.

The hot admittance that Billy was going to spill had his body squeezing in anticipation. He wanted it. He wanted to feel Billy's hot pleasure filling him. He wants to feel the wet slick and the sticky fullness that comes with orgasm. He wants to feel dirty and used and loved until he has to wash it away because his tidy nature won't let it stay too long. He can only tell Billy, yes. Please yes. But when it happens, there is emptiness. The condom keeps the sensation he had wanted away and he can't help but feel a deep and pressing disappointment because he's missing something he likes.

That doesn't last too long because the doctor is speaking into his ear, in that voice that he's only heard in his deepest most secret dreams. His back arches off the wall and his fingers dig deeply into Byeong-Lee's shirt, enough that his nails rake the flesh hidden under it. His moan is broken by a sweet gasp when Billy pushes in so deeply. It's too much and he spills, not even caring how much of a mess he must have made of their clothing. Nothing matters but Billy and how desperately be keeps moving, trying to prolong it even as he orgasms, going utterly slack after, trusting the other man to keep him up until he recovers. His arms never release the doctor though, clinging hard to him as if he's afraid the man is just going to disappear now that it's over.