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Started June 13, 2023 by @larcenistarsonist group

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Kit had never had anything interesting happen in his life before. At least nothing good that was also interesting. The town he lived in was small, quiet. Nothing ever happened and nothing ever would because it wasn't a big place. The drama would move on. People would forget and people would move on from what happened because everyone did. It would only be a matter of time before the elders of the town no longer were around to see what became of the place they grew up in, leaving it to their children and their children's children. Eventually, the drama with his father would be forgotten, Kit would be able to run the farm his way and be able to sell his goods in town without having to travel to the next one over. And as such, Dane being there was the most interesting thing that had happened since.

Because of that, along with many other things, he wanted the man to stay. For one, he was kind, he had shown that in how he acted towards him. It didn't matter that he was a killer or a thief, a liar and a cheat, so far all Dane had down to him was kindness and compassion and nothing less than that. Maybe it was because he was wounded, maybe it was because Kit had saved his life and he was simply letting him live in order to repay the debt he might feel he owed. The farmboy didn't know. He didn't know if he wanted to know. What he did know was that Kit wanted to learn about Dane in a way that no one else had. At least for a few days. There were people out there hunting him down, searching for him to repay the debt he had taken, the lives he had claimed, but beneath all of that was a man who was soft and crying over those deaths because he felt awful about them. No cold-blooded killer would be crying over their deaths if they didn't care. If Dane really didn't give a shit about what happened to others, he would have ran in the night, or tried to shoot Kit and taken his horse and fled. He wouldn't be here, with him, crying about his past. It showed there was more to him than he was letting on.

"I don' care," Kit said, still wiping away the tears that had fallen down the other man's cheeks, "I don' care if 'am in danger 'cause of who ya are. Out 'ere, no one knows you. People in town don' even like me an' me family, so I doubt they'll pay attention to you if ya with me. Jus'… please, Dane, lemme get to know ya, the real you. At least until your wound is healed. After tha' you can leave whenever ya wan'."

(I APOLOGIZE DEARLY FOR THIS BEING SO INCREDIBLY LATE THE BRAINWORMS AND THE SCHEDULE HAVE NOT BEEN KIND TO ME THIS PAST WEEK)

Dane wants to scream. He wants to yell and throw things and ask why Kit doesn't have the common sense to get rid of him. He's a pest, nothing more than a swarm of termites that'll eat and eat and eat at the foundations until it all comes crumbling down. He's a raccoon living in the walls, causing mayhem before scuttling away to his safe little abode. He leaves nothing but destruction and chaos in his wake. He leaves graves and sobbing widows and angry orphans. Hell, he has to wonder how many of them are out searching for their father's murderer, hellbent on returning the favor with a bullet between Dane's blue eyes. 

But despite himself, despite how he wants to pull away and scream that he's nothing but a monster, Dane collapses in on himself, falling right into Kit's firm chest as violent sobs overtake him. His kindness is… sickening, in the way that it makes Dane feel sticky and nauseous. He doesn't deserve this. He's hardly the right man for Kit to waste all of his good heart on. If anything, Dane will just slowly poison it until it's sticky and nauseous. Everything will be sticky and nauseous and Dane is almost sick just thinking about it. He feels gross and vulnerable and every nerve that's kept him alive for this long is screaming for him to run, to get far away from the man who knows his secret and could turn him in. To run from the man he doesn't deserve. To run so his sins don't punish Kit and his mother. They're too kind for this cruel world. 

"I don' wanna," Dane manages through hefty sobs. "I don' wanna be responsible fer any of the harm that'll come to ya'." Because it's inevitable. Everything catches up to Dane eventually. As soon as he finally feels safe… they'll show up. They'll show up, and they'll try to take him away, and Dane will fight back, and someone else will end up in the ground. "It's just gon' hurt you more when I hafta leave all over again, angel." Unless he somehow had some damned reason to follow him. Nobody should follow Dane. He's lost, wandering, only able to go in wide, wide circles until he'll finally manage a way out.

(as the king of leaving notebook youre all good babes lmao don't worry)

The rational part of Kit told him that he should agree with the fact that Dane should leave like he wants to. The law always catches up to people in the end and it seemed that Dane had been running from sheriffs and police for a good long while. He was bound to be caught eventually. People always were. His dad's sins had caught up to him in the end and his whole family had suffered for it, becoming outcasts to the point of needing to send their son to the next town over to sell crops. But at the same time the good that had come from the bad, the fact that they were still earning money, able to send the other children to a fancy pants school in the city where they could see out their lives and do more than just live on a crappy ass farm in the middle of batshit nowhere and do nothing eventful with the rest of their time. Unlike Kit, who wanted something more but wasn't able to do so.

For a second he didn't know how to react when Dane collapsed into his arms. Kit was struck dumb for a good long second as he felt the other man begin to sob into his chest when he fell against him, and within seconds he wrapped his arms around the other once more. He doesn't speak, he only holds the man as he tries to think about what to say or do to convince Dane to stay. He seemed hell-bent on leaving, so why doesn't he just get up and go? There was nothing stopping from simply climbing down that later, saying goodbye, grabbing his horse and going. If he truly wanted to leave Kit wasn't going to stop him because everyone deserved a chance at freedom, and Kit certainly wasn't one to keep people around if they had no intention of staying. All he could do was hope for Dane to stay. He wanted for the other man to stick around for longer than a day or two, for a week, maybe more, until his wound was properly healed and he could go on his way without fear of bleeding out, but somehow that was becoming less of a possibility as the conversation continued.

Finally, after a long moment, Kit pulled Dane's face away from his chest so he could look him in the eye, "Then leave," He says, "Go on, leave then if tha's what ya really wan'," He nods to the ladder, "I ain't gonna force ya to stay, you're a grown man, Dane, you can do what ya wan', but I wan' ya to stay. I can 'andle myself, probably bet'er than you can at this rate. But is your life, it ain't mine, I can't force ya. If you wanna leave, then leave."

(heyyyy uhhhh ummm I apologize eheh. i'm alive tho and finally have a break in my never ending homework and job alsdjf)

Dane's heart aches as Kit tells him to leave, orders him away if that's really what Dane wants. He can't help but choke on his breath as he even tries to imagine a life where he had never met Kit. Even in such a short, short while, Dane has never felt the kindness of a stranger quite as genuine, quite as real as Kit's. He's big and burly and the most gentle soul Dane has ever spent his time with. He could do anything, but here he is, cradling Dane as he sobs over his sins. What am I doing? He begs his own mind. Tell me, why am I here? Why did I stop here? The logical answer is of course, he was bleeding. He was pouring his soul out of a gaping bullet wound and if he didn't stop he would've died. Dane doesn't want to die. Hell, it would be better for everyone, but he's selfish. He always has been. 

"I–" He wants to protest, but what kind of man would that make him. A hypocrite? A liar? A man who goes back on his word? If he remains there's no doubt his past will catch up. But he's injured, damnit. It's going to catch up faster than he wants anyways. "I'll tell ya' this, angel." When he speaks, it's barely above a whisper. "I'll…" God. Goddamnit, this stupid idea could get him killed. Hell, even worse, it could get Kit killed. "I'll stay until I can walk easy." Knowing his own body and healing, it'll only be a few days. Four at the maximum, tomorrow at the minimum. He'll wait until the hitch in his step has died and he'll be able to run away from the law. "It won't be long but it'll… it'll be something." Because, god, as much as he should, Dane does not want to go.

If he could, he would ask Kit to come with him. They could go up north together and find themselves a cabin–hell, even build one. He wouldn't mind watching Kit work in the heat of the day. Of course, Dane would also be working, but, well, he would be distracted through most of it. He wants to ask Kit to explore, to adventure, to eventually settle down where they'd both be safe from the sins still chasing them. But what man would Dane ever be if he asks Kit to leave behind his mother, his farm, his entire life just to be with a man he had just barely met. 

"'m sorry for crying all over ya'," Dane says again when he finds his voice. Without even thinking, he reaches out, smoothing the wrinkles in Kit's shirt that Dane had created. "Usually I'm better at keepin' it all in." He at least tries an uneasy, shakey smile with that. 

(lol youre all good dw about! glad you're alive tho askdlja)

Kit didn't want Dane to leave, not in the slightest. The man, even though he had only known him for a few hours, was already kinder and certainly more interesting than anyone else he had ever met before in his life. There was something about the cowboy that drew Kit to him. He didn't know what it was, but something was screaming at his soul. It could have been the fact that he was lonely and craved human connection from someone other than his animals, or maybe because talking to his mother could grow tiresome when she knew everything about him, or simply because Dane had a story that he wanted to learn. He didn't know, nor did he care, but what he did know was that he wanted the man to stay.

But he was insisting on leaving. Each time he said the word it was as if his heart cried a little more. Rationally, he knew that he shouldn't be feeling this way over a man that he had just met. Fuck, he needed to stop romanticising everything. It had helped him when he was bored and lonely but this was a real person sitting next to him. God, he was nothing more than selfish for wanting to keep Dane there and all to himself. He had a life. A dangerous life at that but a life that was his own. He couldn't just stop everything for a simple farmboy, that wasn't right. As much as Kit wanted that, and he knew he was damned for being so wrapped up in a man he hadn't known very long, he would have to let him go when the time finally came.

Luckily, though, the other man agreed to stay for just a little longer, and he couldn't stop the way his shoulders sagged with relief as he said so. One more day would have been enough, four would be brilliant. It would be wonderful to be able to spend more time with the man, learn more about his past, and maybe had a helping hand on the farm, too, "Good. Mama wouldn't be happy if you left unable to walk." That was a fact.

Kit didn't stop himself from taking Dane's hands in his own when the other man reached out to smooth down his shirt, "You don't gotta apologise," He said, offering a smile, "You're allowed to cry, is only human."

(i swear i used to be great at answering these on time)

"Angel, I reckon you'll regret those words when the sheriff inevitably comes around for my hide." Despite his warning, Dane finds himself laughing through the hysteria of it all. "But… but I'll be around. I'll be here to eat some of yer mama's food and help ya' around the farm… at least until I can get up and walk again." Speaking of which, Dane stares down at the floor of the hayloft and then at the ladder. Going up was one story, but going down is a whole different experience. Maybe he'll be able to figure something out that won't tear his stitches terrible. Or he could just take the chance and throw himself down the ladder, but that'll result in far too many injuries and Dane really won't be getting out of there any time soon.

Dane, besides himself, manages to laugh even harder until he's clutching at his side because of a stitch. "Oh God, angel, I don't know what I'm gonna do." He already knows that his plan is a lofty one. Hell, he's gonna need a miracle to actually find himself a quiet life worth living. "I gotta run away first… Gotta find somewhere where nobody knows me, but that's just gettin' tougher and tougher–" Dane sniffs and wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. "God, I just wanna live a quiet life y'know… maybe somewhere where there's big trees and big mountain air–" He gestures vaguely with his hand, almost as if he could just materialize the dream outta thin air. "A big ol' roadtrip, right?" He huffs a piece of strawberry blond hair from his eyes.

(same honestly)

Kit didn't really know what to think of the whole situation anymore. Half of him was already entrapped and interested in the cowboy at his side. He wanted to hear more about his past, about the places he had seen on his travels, even if he had been running from the law his whole life. Kit was sure that Dane had seen places beyond even he could think or imagine, met interesting people and had stories to tell, but he would never get to hear them if the man left so soon. Regardless, he was injured, and there would be no running or leaving when he was nursing a bullet wound in his side, and one where the man had already broken his stitches once. If the law came knocking on his door trying to find Dane they would have to go through him and his mother first. Clara was a nightmare when she was angry and ready to defend someone, and Kit? Well, he wasn't much of a fighter but he had his build and strength to help him out if he needed it.

"How about we focus on getting you down the ladder first, hm?" Because everything else could wait. Thinking about what Dane was going to do when he eventually left Kit's little farm and his barn hideaway could wait. Whatever happened to Dane when he left was his own choice and decision, but right then and now, he was Kit's responsibility. Kit had been the one to patch him up, and make sure he was stitched up correctly and dressed in something clean. Later, the man could have a bath and wash up so he didn't smell, just like they would both need after working on the farm for the rest of the afternoon. And Kit didn't want to think about Dane leaving. The thought already had his heart aching and he had only known the man for a day, not even.

(ARGH HEY BESTIE I HAVE NOT ABANDONED THIS I PROMISE MY BRAIN IS JUST PING PONGING OFF OF FORTY-EIGHT DIFFERENT WALLS AND NONE OF THEM HAVE BEEN RP RELATED ARGH my new years resolution is to keep up with these aldksjf hopefully i'll make it happen lol)

Dane kicks his feet gently, watching the hay-covered floor over the steel toes of his boots. "I mean," he sighs and runs his hands through his hair once more. "It is a little bit of a drop, innit?" He cocks an uneasy smile and looks over to Kit. "I'm sure I can figure out some way to get down." Slowly, probably, so incredibly slowly that it'll be nightfall before the soles of his boots hit the dirt. He runs his tongue over his chapped lips, a small reminder to drink some more water. "Any recommendations? This is yer barn after all." Dane means to look at Kit's face, but instead his eyes manage to somehow drift to his biceps–which Dane quickly looks away from before his wandering mind can paint too many pictures. He cracks a smile as a ridiculous idea comes to mind instead of any rational one. "Say, what if you went down and I just threw myself off this here hayloft. Think you could catch me, angel?"

And even as he says it, Dane finds his tongue growing in his mouth and his face heating. There's absolutely no doubt in Dane's mind that Kit could carry him. After all, the farmboy's done it before, what's stopping him from doing it again? Well… probably the fact that Dane's conscious but… well, he would be lying if he said that there isn't something going on between them… If their interaction back in Kit's bedroom was meant to prove anything–quiet confessions to the ceiling and close contact with their noses brushing and lips just breaths away–

Wow. Now Dane knows that he's been dreaming of too much romance. Those book he stole from the last town must be getting to him. (In the end, the guy always got the girl, but there was no mention of what happened to his best friend.) However, Dane knows that he made a promise to himself that he could hardly keep a full day of hours. He promised he wouldn't kiss Kit until Kit knew who he was, until he know what he could be getting himself into.

Well. Dane feels they're certainly at that point now, albeit just far sooner than he had expected.

"So?" Dane says aloud to pull himself out of his thoughts. "Any idea on how to do this?"

(lol youre good bestie dw i get it completely asdllaknfl)

Kit looked down to the barn below them, with the straw covering the dirty floor from haybales strewn across them and the odd piece of fruit that hadn't been stacked away properly. Regardless, climbing up the ladder had been the easy part of the injured cowboy at his side, getting down was going to be a struggle.

The farmboy hummed as he contemplated their options, "I'll go first and then you can follow me down," He started with a small shrug, "Then if ya fall I'll be there to catch you. No flingin' yourself off though," He cautioned, giving Dane a look that conveyed he was being dead serious about the ordeal, "Can't 'ave ya flyin' too far outta reach and bein' unable to catch you again." Because their first meeting Kit had been too slow to catch the falling man when he had toppled off his horse. The fact that Dane hadn't been more seriously injured considering the bullet wound that he had sported when he had done was a miracle. He had already torn his stitches once, too. Kit didn't need to be dealing with stitching him back up again for the third time in too days. The skin would already be aggravated from the first time, let alone the second or third. There was no need to make matters worse for the man sitting next to him. Besides, if he was going to be on his way again soon he needed to be as fit as possible. Then again, if he tore his stitches for the third time he would have to stay longer until they were completely healed.

God, what was he thinking? Making Dane hurt himself so he could stay around for longer? Who was he? Kit could have slapped himself at the thought. If Dane wanted to leave then he could leave. He was an adult and could make his own decisions about his life and how he wanted to live it. Even if the farmboy wanted him to stay for longer there wasn't anything he seemed to be able to do or say that would make him do so.

Disregarding those thoughts, because Kit didn't want to be dwelling on them for longer than he needed to be, he started down the ladder with ease, making it to the ground in no time at all. He gave the wooden tool a little shake to make sure it was secure as if it hadn't just held his weight the whole way down before he looked back up, "Aight, come on down."

Dane watches the curly top of Kit's head as the farmboy makes his way down the wooden ladder. He takes his time marveling at the solid muscle corded beneath the bicep of his sun-tanned skin. Hell, he's been in those arms. Unconscious, sure, but still. Dane wonders if he even weighs anything to Kit. He lugs around those massive bales of hay day in and day out and Dane is, what, hundred thirty pounds? Maybe? Hell, it's been months since he's seen a scale and years since he's even eaten good. Dane supposes that's why God or whoever brought him right here to Kit. Kit and his lovely mama and her fabulous cooking. He just wishes that he'll be able to eat more for lunch and dinner. It was nothin' short of embarrassing when he couldn't handle anything more than half of a peach and a slice of waffle. This life on the run has ruined him, truly. S'why he can't wait to stop.

When Kit's feet firmly hit the ground, Dane knocks himself out of his daze and takes it as his turn to get down the ladder. It looks sturdy enough, but Dane of all people know that looks can be mighty deceiving. Blowing a piece of hair from his forehead, Dane carefully scoots his way to the edge, careful not to agitate his side as he turns his body and takes the first step down. The heel of his boot luckily notches nicely against the rung, giving him just an extra moment of needed support. He goes down another step, heavily favoring his right side as he moves. The hayloft certainly feels higher than it actually is, and Dane is sure that his pace is frustratingly slow for someone as fit as the farmboy. But he makes it. He hits the ground with a little too much force and ends up falling back, right against the firm chest of his angel.

"Oof," he breathes out as the momentary shock from his stumble leaves him. "I'm alright," he reassures as he dusts the front of his jeans off. "Mighty fine hayloft you got there, angel." He turns, carefully, just to find himself nose to nose with the other man. "Take anybody else up there recently?" He knows he's probably asking for it with a sly grin and a tilt of his head, but really, Dane can't even blame himself.

Kit wouldn't lie to himself, he was more than a little nervous for Dane making his way down the ladder. If he lost his footing and fell it wouldn't be good, but he could only pray that that wasn't going to happen and that he would be okay. If the cowboy took it easy enough then he would be fine, but somehow Kit got the impression that Dane wasn't exactly one to take things easy, not with his past and track record. Honestly, if he flung himself off the hayloft he wouldn't be surprised in the slightest, he just had to make sure he caught the man before anything terrible happened- like a broken bone or tearing of those God damned stitches that were giving them both a shit tonne of trouble. Luckily, though, it seemed Dane was airing on the side of caution. Good, that eased his worries enough as he watched the man slowly climb down the wooden ladder they had gone up not moments before.

The second Dane's back hit his chest Kit was wrapping an arm around his waist to steady him. Easy to do when he was twice the size of the cowboy now in his arms, again. It seemed that this was a habit the two of them were picking up on, and Kit didn't mind in the slightest, not when he wanted the other to stay with him for longer. Romance wasn't exactly his area of expertise. When he had lived his whole life out on the farm, been ostracised due to his father's actions, there was no room for romance. Could what he was doing even be counted as romance? All he was doing was holding the man, after all. They had shared that moment back in his room, too, but it didn't mean anything. It couldn't mean anything when Dane was so set on leaving as soon as he was given the opportunity.

Either way, the man turned in his arms, and Kit didn't let go of him. He tried to reason with himself that it was for the other's safety, to make sure he didn't fall over and regain his composure now that he was on the ground after a small, harder landing than what he had been expecting. Of course, deep down, he knew it wasn't just that, it was more than that, but he couldn't let it be more than that. But oh, the way Dane looked at him with that sly grin… it was as if the man was begging for it, for the teasing and more and- what was he thinking? He couldn't, right? He shouldn't was the better word. Yet Kit couldn't help but let his eyes wander down to those enticing lips, back to those alluring eyes and down again, "Ya know you're the only one, darlin'."

Dane absolutely cannot complain with Kit's hands situated so nicely on his hips–the feeling practically natural as he leans ever so forward to lazily drape his arms over Kit's shoulders. With this position, their noses are hardly an inch apart, the both of them breathing in the same air, and Dane knows that this feeling is all to similar to being drunk. That is, without the nasty hangover. His mind still buzzes and his chest leaps and he knows that he could just lean forward and connect the two of them–

But, god, Dane can't help but wonder if it's far too soon. Hell, when has he ever been one to take things slow? He's on the move, constantly running and shifting and squirming so he won't ever be able to be caught–but has the farmboy already caught him? Eugh, he's going to make himself sick with all this sappy thinking.

You know what? To hell with thinking. It's gotten him this far and Dane believes that his mind has done enough thinking for a little while. It's time to listen to his damn heart.

So Dane leans forward with a small smile, going slowly and carefully to give his angel time to back away if he needs it. He prays that he read this all correctly, that he isn't going to screw this all up by being too forward, but Dane doesn't want to think about that now. He doesn't want to think about anything other than the way their lips slowly connect in a lazy kiss beneath the hayloft in this fine abandoned barn.

(it's on the shorter side but they gay! good for these bitches)

(fucking FINALLY- the edging is over)

Was the lack of air in the barn because of the humidity dragging it out of there? Or was it because Dane was so incredibly close to him that he couldn't breathe? The latter. Definitely the fucking latter, especially when the other man wrapped his arms around his neck and they were only inches apart. So close again, just like they had been in his room. So, so close. It would be easy to lean in and connect their lips but Kit held off, even though his eyes followed the line between Dane's nose and enticing lips. How could anyone not be enraptured by the charming man? It was so easy to get lost in those bright blue eyes, eyes that he imagined the ocean would have looked like, eyes as blue as the ponds and lakes over the horizon.

His other hand finally made its way to Dane's hip, and then lower still, resting and hooking his fingers through the belt buckle that had Kit drawing Dane right flush against him till the only space was the mere inch between their lips. Kit wanted his hand to drift lower, to feel Dane up under the hayloft because the man was alluring and dangerous and everything Kit could have ever wanted, more so than he realised. If he hadn't met the man in his arms now it would have been likely the farm boy would be in his room pining over someone from one of those movies he loves so much, or neglecting how he felt about men. It was almost impossible not to be enticed and want to connect their lips. But he didn't. Kit held off just in case.

Yet Dane leaned in, and Kit didn't back away. Not when he wanted this. He wanted, needed a taste of those lips even if it was just once. Once under the hayloft and if the two hated it, or Dane realised it was a mistake, they could forget about the incident. The moment their lips connected, however, it melted away and a fire burned within him. The kiss was lazy, slow, but it had Kit pressing into the kiss more, the hand on Dane's hip squeezed, the one around his belt drifted down and squeezed, too.

(about damn time!!!!)

Dane smiles as Kit presses into him, making the kiss a little less intimate than he would like. He perseveres and returns in earnest, trying not to laugh with glee as Kit slides his hand down Dane's back, and then a little further than that. "Handsy, aren't ya?" he pulls away to mutter before leaning right back in. Even with his eyes closed, Dane still sees fireworks of color as they move against each other, the lazy kiss quickly turning into something far more heated. To hell with butterflies, Dane has a tornado of giddy emotions swirling in his gut. Maybe he's just repressed–but when the angle makes a small noise in their fever, Dane knows that this attraction is something far more than merely superficial.

Dane eventually moves his hands from around the angel's neck to the collar of his shirt, pulling them just that much closer together. Their noses are practically squished against each other's faces. When they actually have the mind to breathe, it's hot and humid from their shared environment. Part of Dane wonders what would happen if they were caught, the thought both thrilling and terrifying, but the only other soul on this farm that would actually mind is all the way back in the little ranch house. Dane prays to God that Kit's mama is a kind one who don't care what shenanigans her son gets involved with as long as he's safe and sane. Dane isn't exactly the best role model or crowd to get stuck with, but with the farmboy pressed right up against him, Dane can't even care.

Finally pulling away and panting, Dane knocks their foreheads together and smiles. "Well, exactly how far did you wanna go with this? I'm comfortable with whatever you are, angel." He can't help but notice how breathless his voice is as he speaks, how red and swollen Kit's lips are, how the flush on his face looks so nice compared to the dark curls of his hair–

Maybe it was because it had been far too long since Kit had shared a kiss with someone. Maybe it was because it was Dane that he was kissing– the far too skinny cowboy that had caused his heart to flip its lid by simply looking in his direction, but the kiss sent lightning coursing through his body faster than it had ever done before in his life. It was lazy for a few moments but grew into something more passionate within seconds, maybe that was because Kit didn't know how to keep his hands to himself. Well, he did, but he didn't want to, not when Dane was inviting and addictive in ways no one had ever been before.

The farm boy, who had never met anyone outside of the two towns that he had visited, was wrapped up with the smaller man in his arms and barely even knew him. Maybe that was a part of it. He didn't know the man, and wouldn't be given much of an opportunity to do so when Dane was insistent on leaving the second he was better. The mystery of not knowing who the man before him was made the kiss all the more electric. It helped, too, when in the moments that their lips pulled apart he could feel Dane's breath on his lips, skating over his features before they were together again in a dance that tasted like peaches and honey, warm and begging him to stay for longer. Begging him to come back in for more, more more. How could anyone not want to stay in the barn kissing the man when each touch sent shivers down his spine? When every time their lips moved against one another he tensed in the best way possible, his hands only tightening their hold on the cowboy when it did.

Dane pulled away a little, and Kit's eyes opened, hooded and alight despite the shadows of their faces cast upon each other. One step, he used his body to push Dane's back with the movement. Another step, then another, until Dane's back gently hit one of the posts holding up the hayloft, "Jus' shut up an' kiss me." He mumbled, before he was pressing his lips against Dane's far harder than he had been a second ago.

Dane can't stop his smile as he practically laughs into the kiss, momentarily having to pull away to recollect himself. It feels… so very natural with Kit, both of them moving in tandem and reacting accordingly. Perfectly. He smells like alfalfa and hard work, and Dane supposes he should at least be slightly appalled, but he can't even bring himself to care. Not when everything feels so right. Not when he's been so patiently waiting for this.

Kissing hasn't ever been anything new to Dane. He's been in the beds of a handful of men who ask him to keep discrete. He's had to play a beard for a few fine women before, but of course, none of those kisses had any real meaning. They were staged for the media, for the town, for their fathers and the fathers of their lovely unlawful wives. But here. Right now, with no audience nor people to please, Dane's allowed to relax, allowed to tense and move just along with Kit–and Dane would be lying if he said that he wasn't more than pleased with Kit's strong body backing him against the pillar. His back hits the wood with a small thud, having to pull away and giggle just slightly at their new position.

"Yessir," Dane mutters after Kit's quiet instruction, reaching for the back of the brunet's head to pull him in close, heated. Perfect. Dane can't stop the small noise that escapes him, wedged between a wall and a handsome man twice his size.

That damned noise had Kit's stomach turning sideways and upside down all at once. The farmboy had never done drugs in his life but he could have sworn that Dane was a drug in himself. From the way his lips moved so effortlessly against his own, their own form of dance as they worked against one another in the near quiet of the barn. How his body was fit so easily against his own as if made to be there, how the man had his hands tangled in the mess of his brown locks pulling him close as if they weren't already pressed against each other with no space between them. It was almost impossible to get any closer.

Almost, because Kit moved one of his hands until it was sat on Dane's thigh. His strong hand squeezed harshly before he hiked it up, allowing himself to slot between the man's leg as the leg now off the ground was wrapped around his waist, keeping him there in a proper trap. Kit's hand moved back to that delectable ass not moments later now that he was where he wanted to be- completely pressed up against him. Hips pressed against one another, chests flush as their lips moved over and over with only the smallest break to allow the two men to breathe. Oh, how he wished he didn't have to breathe. He didn't want his lips to ever separate from Dane's. Each time they did he knew that their lips were growing swollen from the hash passion from the heated kiss and Kit loved every moment of it. Perfect. Utterly perfect.

The hand on Dane's waist moved until his fingers danced at the edges of the cowboy's jeans as Kit gently bit down on the other's lip. He tasted so wonderful, and Kit wanted nothing more than to draw more of those sounds out of the man. He wanted the whole barn to be filled with them. Being with a man was not something he had done before, but the rhythm was easy, and Dane was delicious and it was natural with him. Even though he didn't know what he was doing, his body seemed to have a mind of its own as his tongue danced on the other's lips and slightly begged for entrance.

In tune and entirely sensing what he wants, Dane allows Kit access to his mouth, relishing in the searing emotion of it all. God, god, god, he hopes that this isn't all a mistake. That it isn't some spur of the moment impulse that they'll both regret the next morning. They're moving in sync, in such a fashion that is brand new to even Dane. Of all his partners in the past, he can't think of anyone nearly as naive and driven as the farmboy pushing right into him. The next thing he knows, Dane has his long legs wrapped tightly around Kit's waist, entirely held up by just the angel's strength and if that isn't a total turn-on, Dane doesn't know what could be. Dane can feel it escalating, can feel it building and building to only one sort of logical option–which, against his will, causes Dane's brain cells to actually kick in.

Dane has to pull back one more time just to hold Kit's face and look deeply into his beautiful eyes. Both of their lips are swollen, faces flushed with some kiss-drunk stupor. His back is against the wall, the angel's fingers are toying at the hem of his jeans. "Angel, I gotta ask if this is something ya' really want," he mutters, voice husk. His heart (and libido) pain to admit it, but Dane knows his limits. At least when it comes to this sort of thing."I can't… I can't go with you to the next step when I'm in this state." After all, his stitches popping open during sex would clearly be a mood-killer. Unless–no. No way. Dane highly doubts the farmboy who talks to cows in his free time would be one into that sort of thing. "We can later, but not now, alright?" He kisses the corner of Kit's mouth, then moves to kiss him fully. As much as he would love for Kit to absolutely pound him into the hayloft (or the other way around, Dane's flexible), Dane also does not want to bleed out up there.

He moves his hands from the back of Kit's neck to hold his biceps, trying to stop his mind from wandering to such filthy places, but it's quite hard to granted their current predicament. The tension is so tight that it's almost painful and Dane… well, he would hate to disappoint. "Or…" he mumbles, pressing his lips against Kit's ear. He speaks quietly, barely able to be heard over his own thundering heart. "If ya' really want to, we can always be real gentle."

The kiss caused Kit's heart to face faster than it had ever done in his entire life. Father than a rodeo. Faster than chasing a herd of stray sheep into their pens in the middle of the night to prevent them being eaten by foxes or hounds and ruining his hard work. Dane caused his heart to beat far quicker above it all. Ever since the man had fallen into his life by some sheer miracle of God the other night he had been functioning at a million miles an hour and there was hardly anything to slow him down apart from Dane himself. It was entirely contradictory and stupid and Lord knows what Kit was doing.

For fucks sake, he was a farm boy. A man who had spent his entire life growing up with hay in his hair and dirt under his nails barely getting into fights or problems that weren't caused by his father. He had had barely one relationship in his life and had no idea what he was doing with a man who had spent the best part of his life running from the law. What was he thinking? Had he gone crazy? Kit had always longed for an adventure or for something interesting to appear in his life and one had finally turned up on his doorstep in the form of a man with an addictive taste and someone who had more stories than Kit would ever have in his entire life. He would never got off this farm, Kit had given up that hope long ago, and yet here was a man who had travelled more of the land then he would get to see, a man who he was holding up against a post in his barn, a man who he was kissing and ready to take there even though it was a bad idea.

Thank God Dane pulled away in that moment. As much as he pained to admit it, the cowboy was right. Kit wasn't about to risk him popping a stitch when he had already had to do so twice. Explaining to his mother why they were back at the house doing so again was not something he wanted on his to do list. Certainly not. Clara would have a field day if she found out what her son had done with a man he had just met, and a man of all people. Sighing, Kit rested his forehead against Dane's, "Ya right, we shouldn't," He replied, "No 'ere, and I ain't riskin' you poppin' a stitch 'cus-a me."