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"I will poke you in the ear next time I speak if you'd like." Bobby suggested, smirking up at Brock when he pulled his hand back from his face. Maybe they two of them got along more than they'd like to admit.

"Oh good I was thinkin' you were beginnin' to fall for me or somethin'," he teased. "I'm not interested in you either, Yank."

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bxbbyminer:

Bobby glanced at Spartak whilst he ate, so glad that there was someone else with as appalling table manners as himself. Of course, if his mother saw him she’d give him a smack on the arm (never the head anymore) and scold him for it.

The cowboy used another slice of bacon to mop the grease up from the plate and looked up at the Russian.

“You think that’s gonna seduce me or somethin’?” Bobby grinned as Spartak sucked on his fingers.

“Oh Bobby,” The Russian laughed, deliberately lengthening the sucking to make it almost ridiculous, “I’m afraid to say you don’t take that much seducing. You and I have that in common perhaps?”

Taking a drink, he cocked his head at the attractive Cowboy, “So, perhaps we can make a day of it, I’m up for a misadventure if you are.” Suddenly he looked very excited, practically jumping in his chair, “Perhaps we could play a prank on my dear friend? Could I recruit you for such an endevour?”

Bobby stared at Spartak as he spoke, not understanding a word he said after mentioning a prank. He didn't say anything for a long moment, face burning in embarrassment as he tried to figure out what to do. Did he admit out right or just give a yes/no answer?

"Uh, sure..." He replied quietly, he didn't know what an endeavour was and he would just look it up in the dictionary when he could.... How did you even spell endeavour? This dictionary idea was s more complicated than he thought.

#c: spartak

With Permission, Bobby + Brock

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He laughed at Brock’s response… Yeah, he would be sore. There wasn’t a lot of lube used.

“Wanted you to remember I’d been there.” He grinned, “an’ no I’m /not/worried ‘bout you.” The cowboy sat up and quirked an eyebrow. “You piss me off by lookin’ at your stupid face.”

“Not worried?” Brock snorted derisively, “Then why are you fucking asking? Because if you think I enjoy your idiot drawl you’re really fucking mistaken . . “

Quirking an eyebrow at the cowboy in return, Brock brought up a hand to push the other back over, splaying his fingers over Bobby’s face and giving him a gentle shove, “Well the feelings mutual so stop eye-balling me, you’re giving me fucking nightmares.”

"Ain't nothin' wrong with my drawl thanks." The cowboy countered.

He wasn't expecting the hand to his face pushing him back though and he laughed, playfully trying to bite Brock's fingers and smirking.

"Yeah but I bet they're fuckin' wet nightmares."

Well it must have been nice for Steven to consider Bobby's debts as nothing. The cowboy could only dream of owning that much money, let alone thinking it as nothing. He was probably irritating Mr Blackwell, but he couldn't get his head around the fact that he was outright willing to pay for him. What else did he want?

"I just don't wanna be in debt to you, sir." He explained. "You're gonna be out of a lot of money an'..." He trailed off, sensing Steven's annoyance. "Thank you, sir. I appreciate it. Is there anythin' I can do? To thank you? I don't just wanna say thanks an' that's it..."

Bobby felt guilty, for some reason, like he was giving his burden to someone else to deal with, like he was a coward stepping away from his responsibility.

#c: Steven

With Permission, Bobby + Brock

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He hummed happily when Brock brought him close, and sleepily nuzzled himself into the taller man’s chest.

“I remember last time when I just left ya,” he replied quietly, closing his eyes, his nose rubbing against Brock’s chest gently. “Didn’t wanna do that this time.” The cowboy fell silent for a long time before he moved his head a little to look up at him. “How ya feelin’?”

“Sore, you little shit,” Brock huffed back, scratching a hand through Bobby’s hair, “I’m fine. Why? You fucking worried about Me? I thought you hated my fucking guts. ..”

“You’re not going fucking soft on me are you?” he added, rolling away onto his back and staring up at the ceiling, “Careful, I’ll have to start pissing you off again.”

He laughed at Brock's response... Yeah, he would be sore. There wasn't a lot of lube used.

"Wanted you to remember I'd been there." He grinned, "an' no I'm /not/worried 'bout you." The cowboy sat up and quirked an eyebrow. "You piss me off by lookin' at your stupid face."

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blackwellsteven:

“You won the fucking lottery. Happens every day.” Steven smiled as he stood up, casting a glance towards Bobby while tapping his fingers against the table he was just at. What excuse Bobby would give to explain the sudden increase in income – that was his problem. He only had to pay off that debt. While to Bobby that was a shit ton of money, to Steven – those were mere changes. He had suits more expensive than the other’s debt in his closet. “Or you don’t even have to explain anything. If the bills appear magically taken care of, people will just assume that you have a guardian angel. What you do for a living is no one’s business but your own. Just make sure that I get the account number within the hour and everything will be a part of the past. In the end – what matters most is knowing that my boys are happy. And while we didn’t start with the right foot – you are still one of my boys, Mr. Miner. Cheer up. Anyone else would be giving nervous giggles by now.”

Steven obviously didn’t understand Bobby’s family, but he said nothing about it and nodded instead. Medical bills taken care of, Bobby could concentrate on paying his parents back for the money they contributed towards his surgery, and keeping his family afloat whilst he couldn’t work.

“Thank you sir,” Bobby said, finishing the rest of his drink and standing up. “I’ll go and get the account details an’ be at your office in five minutes.” Bobby didn’t want to keep Steven waiting much longer than that because he remembered the first time he told him to wait. It ended up in a serious telling off and an awkward relationship.

He scurried off quickly to his room, getting the right information before getting to Steven’s office. Knocking on the door, he waited for an answer before pushing the door open, giving Steven a smile and handing him the piece of paper with the details on.

“Are you sure you’re okay with doin’ this, sir? It’s a lot of money...”

#c: steven

With Permission, Bobby + Brock

Brock let Bobby lead him to the bed but immediately struggled free when the other pressed against him. On shaky legs, he wandered to the bathroom, starting up the shower to clean the older man’s filth off his skin. He made it quick, rubbing himself dry before he wandered back through, pausing to regard the other where he lay on the bed. Climbing over, Brock chucked himself down next to the other man, snaking out an arm to pull the other against him before dragging the cover over their naked bodies. “Don’t get any funny ideas,” he mumbled, tucking the Cowboy’s head under his chin, “I’m just getting used to having someone in the bed.”

He hummed happily when Brock brought him close, and sleepily nuzzled himself into the taller man's chest.

"I remember last time when I just left ya," he replied quietly, closing his eyes, his nose rubbing against Brock's chest gently. "Didn't wanna do that this time." The cowboy fell silent for a long time before he moved his head a little to look up at him. "How ya feelin'?"

With Permission, Bobby + Brock

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Bobby slammed into Brock’s prostate with each harsh thrust, fucking him like he’d never fucked anyone before and it was glorious. He could feel him building up.

“Don’t come yet,” he hissed, “don’t come until I say so…” Bobby pulled out of Brock quickly, jerking himself furiously until he came on Brock’s ass with a loud groan. He milked himself until every drop was out of him before he spun Brock around, slamming him to the wall and getting on his knees, taking Brock’s cock in his mouth, sucking hard and fast.

Brock couldn’t decide whether he was sickened or thrilled by the hot splash of fluid against his ass. Still reeling at the loss of sensation, he was giddy as the other spun him round and swallowed him down, letting out a surprised cry that was nearly a moan but also the word Fuck.

He was pretty close already and the wet heat around his cock pulled him easily over the edge, scratching a hand over Bobby’s scalp, he gripped his shoulder hard as his balls tightened and his body convulsed, shooting his load deep into the other’s throat.

Panting, he braced himself on the Cowboy as his legs shook and his breath stuttered, looking down at Bobby with passion-hazy eyes, “Fuck …” he muttered, “Maybe you’re not quite as shit as I thought you were,” It was an insult, but he was smiling, his fingers brushing gently over Bobby’s scalp.

Bobby happily swallowed Brock's load, enjoying the taste of him and licking him clean until every drop was gone.

The cowboy pulled away, sitting back on the floor and looking up at the client with a grin.

"Thanks," he replied with a laugh. Bobby got up, taking Brock's hand and leading him to the bed, collapsing on it and pulling the client sleepily into his arms. He didn't care if the other man didn't want to cuddle, he was cuddling.

With Permission, Bobby + Brock

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“I said beg you fuckin’ Yank,” Bobby spat at Brock, fucking him hard and relentlessly again, not stopping at all this time, fingers gripping his skin tightly.

The cowboy let out low moans and growls, cursing under his breath, teeth gritted. He closed his eyes tight, chasing his release, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck Brock… fuck!”

Brock shuddered at the onslaught, feeling his pleasure build as the other man tried to fuck him through the damn wall. He was going to be sore after this but it was fucking worth it, and he reached down to grip his cock, jerking himself roughly in time with the harsh thrusts against his prostate.

When Bobby swore into his ear he knew the the other was about to come undone and he was perhaps a few beats behind him, pushing back against the other as he body began to tense and shake.

Bobby slammed into Brock's prostate with each harsh thrust, fucking him like he'd never fucked anyone before and it was glorious. He could feel him building up.

"Don't come yet," he hissed, "don't come until I say so..." Bobby pulled out of Brock quickly, jerking himself furiously until he came on Brock's ass with a loud groan. He milked himself until every drop was out of him before he spun Brock around, slamming him to the wall and getting on his knees, taking Brock's cock in his mouth, sucking hard and fast.

With Permission, Bobby + Brock

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Brock groaned, arching into Bobby’s thrusts as the other man got to giving him a proper fucking. There was something intoxicating about the roughness that knocked his worries from his mind and just let the pleasure build without the normal bullshit his brain dragged up when he was having sex.

Growling, he tilted his head back when Bobby yanked his hair, fixing the other with narrowed, hostile eyes, “Fuck you,” he said menacingly, pronouncing the words with cold deliberation, “I don’t beg to little bitches.”

“I said beg you fuckin’ Yank,” Bobby spat at Brock, fucking him hard and relentlessly again, not stopping at all this time, fingers gripping his skin tightly.

The cowboy let out low moans and growls, cursing under his breath, teeth gritted. He closed his eyes tight, chasing his release, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck Brock... fuck!”

blackwellsteven:

“Dillinger is no longer here and Seymour – as noble as his intentions were – needs to get in his pretty little head that this isn’t a Cinderella tale. Didn’t you heard? Cinderella and the Prince got divorced. Emotional ties in this place will be everyone’s undoing. What I am offering is a business proposition. Plain and simple.” Steven finished his drink and placed it down on the table again. “If my brother can help someone with their own monetary issues, so can I. And in the end – that alone will guarantee that you stay committed to your work and that you won’t allow other issues to distract you in the long run. I’ll be expecting the bank account or hospital or whatever thing you owe that money in my desk within the hour.” Tapping his fingers against the table, Steven took his time in getting up, only to lean forward towards Bobby barely brushing their lips together. “It’s pointless to say that I don’t accept a no as an answer, Mr. Miner. It’s like any other business. You get your medical bills off your back and by accepting it, you guarantee to me that there won’t be any sort of attritions, whatever they may be that might jeopardize your job. Fairy tales are for the weak minded. This is reality. And when a chance like this knocks on your door, it would be such a shame if you allowed an opportunity like this escape. Imagine the money you could save for your unborn baby if you have the medical bills off your back. Think on what’s best for your family, Mr. Miner. I’m expecting a positive response from you within the hour. And keep the bottle. It’s a present.”

Bobby listened to Steven talk, reminding him that Dillinger was no longer there with him. Like he needed to be reminded about that. It seemed that his boss was insistent and there was no way he was going to convince him otherwise. It was a lot of money for one person to pay off in one go.

The cowboy swallowed when Steven got closer to him, scared to even breathe in case he did the wrong thing.

“It’s just... A lot of money, an’ if I suddenly manage to pay off like $250,000... plus all the interest, an’ then there’s payin’ people back for the savin’s they used, an’ that’s not even coutin’ Joanna havin’ this baby I... I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to explain that to everyone.” He explained quietly, trying to relax. He was suspicious of Steven’s kindness, and he definitely didn’t want to owe him anything.

“If you’ve got an idea on how to explain this to my family then please tell me an’ I’ll be happy to take your money. But they don’t know I’m here, they don’t know what I’m doin’ to earn this money in the first place.”

#c: steven

With Permission, Bobby + Brock

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Brock pulled in long breaths as he relaxed his body against the other man, allowing the discomfort to fade to levels he was happy with before he let the Cowboy know he was ready.

Pushing back against the press of Bobby’s hips, he looked back over his shoulder at the older man, raising an eyebrow, “Well are you going to fuck me or what?” he asked harshly, but he stroked Bobby’s hip gently as he returned his hand to the wall, a subtle thank you for the consideration.

The cowboy’s fingers gripped Brock’s waist tightly, snapping his hips forwards instantly, filling Brock to the hilt and then pulling back again slowly.

“Only if you beg for it,” Bobby muttered, giving the other man another harsh spank on his ass, a nice red handprint in its place. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”

He thrust forwards again, quickly, not letting up from his harsh pace and quick thrusts, skin slapping on skin before he stopped himself again. “Huh? You gonna speak?” Bobby breathed heavily, pulling Brock’s hair.

With Permission, Bobby + Brock

brock-honeycutt:

Letting out a grunt as he was slammed against the wall, he groaned with anticipation as he felt Bobby press against him and hissed at the spank.

The entry was harsh and he scratched his fingers across the wall, biting his lip hard as his body shuddered, “Fuck!” he cursed, reaching a hand back to touch gentle fingers to Bobby’s hip, a silent plea to ease up just a little. He would handle the pace, fuck he would probably beg for it, but he needed a second to adjust.

Bobby knew what the hand meant, he’d done it many times with men at the haus, and often they wouldn’t comply at all... But this was a mutual understanding between them, a moment where they could fuck and curse each other out and there would be no hard feelings. He didn’t want to ruin that. So he let Brock take his moment to adjust, silently asking him if he was ready by pushing his hips forwards ever so slightly.

With Permission, Bobby + Brock

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“Fuck you!!” Brock spat back, but he nearly corpsed and laughed, throwing the hat in Bobby’s face, “You’re not worth the fucking effort!”

Turning, he slipped off the bed, heading away from the Cowboy, “Maybe I should find someone who knows what they’re fucking doing? It’s not like you’re a good fuck anyway.”

Bobby tossed the hat to the side, following Brock when he got off the bed and pushed him up against the wall so his chest was pressed into it. The cowboy spread Brock’s legs, and pulled his hips back so that they were in line with his cock. He spat in his hand, slicking him up and without warning pushed himself into the other man, giving him a hard spank.

“The fuck you tryin’ to say, huh?” He growled, snapping his hips forwards so he filled Brock to the hilt. Then he pulled back, until just the head was inside Brock, and slammed his hips forwards again. “You think you can find someone better than me?”