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His revolver felt heavy in the holster hung on his hip, that day had been challenging. Some bastard drunk out of his mind kept poking around in MK’s business, it quickly escalated from words to fists and guns, one of the two left with a bullet hole in their side. MK sighed deeply, the galloping of his horse slowing to a trot as he pulled up into the quaint town he’d been searching for.
MK is always on the move, he never stays in one place for too long. His need for adventure is never satisfied, which comes with its downsides. His main issue is lack of friendly human interaction. He had the few people that pick on him or pick fights with him, but he lacks any companions. He doesn’t have someone he can talk to like a friend. So whenever he feels particularly lonely he bunks in the nearest town saloon and goes drinking.
His horse slowed to a stop as the reins tightened in MK’s hands, he hopped off the animal, reins still in hand. He made his way toward the posts set up for keeping horses put as their owners drank their asses off till dawn. Securely in place MK tugged on the reins to make sure they wouldn’t loosen, he turned towards his horse giving it a stroke against its snout. The horse whinnied and shook its head, MK grinned leaving his horse to socialize with the other tied horses.
The familiar and comforting sour smell of alcohol and smoke wafted past the saloon doors. MK dusted off himself before pushing past the thin wooden doors, unknown faces turned toward the sound of someone new. The bartender sat behind the counter, washcloth, and hand busy with a glass. The bartender was a large burly man with a pig’s snout and tusks protruding from his face. He looked up from his cleaning as MK neared the bar, he swiftly swung his washcloth over his shoulder as he walked towards MK.
“Eavnin’ what can I get you started with?” The bartender gruffly spoke, the smell of alcohol bled from his mouth with every word. MK smiled, he hadn’t been to a good saloon in a while.
“Eavnin’ to you as well. I’ll just start with a cider for now, thank you much.” MK replied, giving the bartender a grin. He raised his eyebrows, wordlessly asking if that was all.
“What kinda food do ya’ll serve here? I could eat a horse right about now I’m so starved.” MK spoke up, rethinking if all he wanted was the cider. The boar-man shuffled behind the counter, pulling out a paper. Lists of foods splayed out for MK to order, he glanced over the list settling on a slice of apple pie.
“Take a seat wherever sir, your order will be out so-” The bartender was cut off as someone called for him.
“Porky! I need another refill!” The boar pursed his lips, revealing his tusks better than before.
“Tang, shut the hell up I’m helping an actual customer!” He snarled at the black-haired man at the end of the counter. The man just pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and grimaced at the bartender, mumbling something under his breath.
“Sorry about him sir, take a seat and I’ll bring out your food.” The boar turned to a door, which MK presumed would be the kitchen behind it. MK took a glance around the musty saloon, moving to a 2 seater table. He flopped down onto the decaying chair, his body settling in nicely into the wooden curves. The soreness in his muscles began to surface after the long day of fighting and traveling.
He sighed contently, finally seated he started to look around the building. The walls were colored with beige wallpaper and dark brown wooden trim. A decomposing staircase led to an upstairs landing, doors lining the wall, most likely leading to bedrooms available to customers. Downstairs was the bar, many tables with chairs, and a small stage towards the back of the building. A ragtime band played loudly, accompanying the chatter of the saloon.
For a saloon in a relatively small town, it was pretty big and crowded enough that the chatter was loud. The most noise came from a table with cards and money pilled onto the center. Men were screaming at a woman that sat politely in her chair. Cigarette in her mouth she smirked, MK assumed that she’d probably won the men’s bets. The bartender wavered over with a plate of pie and a pint of cider balancing on a tray.
“Thanks a ton, mister! I’ll make sure to ask for more drinks when I'm done.” MK piped up, smiling kindly at the boar. The bartender sat the food down in front of MK, giving him a small smile in return.
“Also, there's some commotion over at the cards table, just letting you know if anything happens.” MK pointed towards the yelling. The woman started working on counting her win, her calm demeanor unfazed by the yelling.
“Thanks, kiddo, I’ll keep an eye on them.” The boar replied, back straightening while keeping his eye on the table. MK tipped his head to the boar giving a silent thanks. He walked off to the bar, the black-haired man from before speaking up to him.
MK bit into the pie, smiling widely as the sweetness of the pie soaked into his body. The commotion at the cards table started piping up again as the woman spoke up.
“Want to play again boys?” She spoke up, or rather he spoke up. MK, startled by the deepness in the person's voice, almost choked on his food. The person was painted with sharp makeup and wearing a clean red dress. Long hair pinned up and curled nicely. Everything physical about the person screamed a woman but the voice said otherwise.
MK continued eating his food, keeping his eyes on the table. The men there had agreed to another game, determined to defeat the person and win their money back. MK had finished his pie and started drinking his cider, now getting up from his seat and moving to the table.
“Hey fellas! What game are yall playing?” MK grinned widely, placing his hand on the back of one of the men’s chairs. The sour group glared in MK’s direction. The person dressed in makeup slyly glanced over, quirking an eyebrow at the new voice.
“Just faro, but this bitch keeps cheatin’ us outta our loot.” One of the players snarled drunkenly at the person.
“Sugar it ain't cheatin’ its a fair game, you yacks are just out of dumb luck.” They pipped up, heavy smoke floating from their mouth. The men at the table started cursing wildly at them, upset at the accusations. MK tittered at the remark, his shoulders bouncing with amusement. The person passed another glance his way.
“Well I hope you fellas have fun, do any of yall want a drink? I would gladly get some drinks for you bettin’ goneys.” The men chuckled lowly, elbowing MK in the side.
“So when the new gump pokes fun at you fellers he gets hearty laughs, but when I do yall act like I shot someone.” The person spoke, blowing the smoke from their mouth.
“Well sorry, missy but the young man has offered us drinks. If you were to offer us something as well I’m sure our opinions would change on ya, honey.” The man spoke lowly, MK and the person grimaced at the remark.
“I’ll go fetch you some drinks, get the game set up but don’t start without me, I need to watch this.” MK changed the topic quickly, uncomfortable with the remark. He walked off towards the bar.
“Could I get a round of beers for the cards table?” MK smiled at the boar who looked like he was just about to pop he was so upset.
“Course kiddo, give me a quick second. Tang, I swear to hell if you don't pay up on that god-forsaken tab-” MK snickered as he waltzed back over to the cards table.
“Where the drinks cowboy?” One of the men spoke up, arms crossing.
“The bartender is busy with someone else at the moment but he said he’d get the drinks in a jiffy!” MK politely smiled, making the man's stature change into a less aggravated one.
“I suppose now that he’s back we can get started on the game?” The sharp person spoke up, their bets ready to be placed. They tapped the loose ash off their cigarette onto the floorboards below.
“Sure sweetcakes, sure we can.” They winced at the name, sitting up in their chair.
“Here, your beers fellas. Have a fun game.” The bartender placed the beers down on the table, one for each person.
“Can I get a sweet whisky, Pigsy?” The person in red asked the bartender, who nodded silently going back to the bar.
The group went through multiple games, every game more and more money ended in front of the original winner. The group had burnt through multiple drinks and cigars, everyone drunk or at least tipsy. More and more disgusting comments kept on slipping past the burly men's mouths.
“Honeybuns- Wanna book a room upstairs and hit the hay? We could forget yer little cheating scheme if you let me sleep with ya.”
“I’ll take you on a joy-ride sugar.”
“Dolls like you are so rare ya can't pass up a single night with them.”
Every comment was a knife sinking deeper and deeper into MK’s heart. He could only imagine what it was like for the person getting all the comments.
“Hey fellas, uh-” MK looked over to the person, silently asking for their name.
“Redson.” They replied, catching the hint.
“Redson and I need to chat, you boys have a wonderful night.” MK walked his way ‘round to Redson’s chair, lending a hand out to them. They took it kindly, standing to their full height. They stood taller than the men at the table did, their scarlet heels adding to the height.
“Goodnight fellas, thanks for the money.” They turned their head away from the men, their calm demeanor faltering as the comments sunk in. MK noticed the change in their posture, lending a polite smile. They smiled back.
“Wanna sit at the bar? I was planning on renting a room upstairs for the night but I don’t feel like going to bed just yet.” They nodded, following MK to the counter. The two sat down at the bar stools, an awkward silence settling between them.
“Thanks for that back there. Was- was nice of you.” Their voice strained as they tried to thank MK.
“It was no problem at all, assholes like that need to learn manners.” MK sneered towards the table. Redson nodded, keeping their eyes on the countertop. They took a long drag from their cigarette.
“Anything I could get you two?” The bartender asked, leaning his elbow against the counter in front of them.
“Anything you recommend, I just needa get drunk.” MK replied tiredly, giving a smile to him.
“Another sweet whiskey, Pigsy.” Redson replied, looking up to the bartender.
“Were the boys over there given’ ya trouble?” Redson nodded, huffing out a breath. MK looked over to the group again, they’d started another game MK didn’t recognize. He grimaced as the comments said to Redson were repeated in his head.
Pigsy passed over the drinks to the two, walking off to deal with another customer. MK took a swig of his drink, the chilling liquid seeping through his bones.
“So, I wanted to ask, what's with the getup?” MK asked, placing his glass down after taking another swig. Redson coughed on their drink at the question, setting it down as well. They hacked a little more finally gaining composure.
“Sorry, just you surprised me with the question. Uh well, I guess it is a little out of the ordinary isn't it.” They turned towards MK, pausing and trying to find their words.
“Dressing up now and then is just something I do, sometimes I feel better in a woman's dress.” MK nodded, taking another swig from his drink, the alcohol settling in his stomach nicely. Redson took a drink from their glass as well. The blood in their faces reddening as more time passed and more glasses were filled.
The friendly conversation passed between the two, MK shared stories of his travels, Redson replied with interest. Redson shared their stories and MK would listen politely. As the night carried on more people from the town showed up. The ragtime band became louder, and the saloon started to liven up with more people dancing, drinking and laughing. At some point MK jumped out of his seat, drunk off his ass, he lifted a hand to Redson.
They giggled wildly, the flush on their face indicating their drunkenness, Redson placed their hand in MK’s jumping out of their seat as well. The two joined the crowd, letting the music carry their moves. Redsons dress flowed around them, brushing against MK's legs every so often.
With every new dance, Redson and MK became closer and closer. Their bodies melted into each other, and the fluidity of their movements entranced the two of them. MK started getting hot as Redson held his hand tighter and pulled him even closer. MK dipped his head into the crook of their neck. Redson shivered as MK breathed onto their neck.
“Wanna book a room pretty boy? You look tired.” Redson whispered into MK’s ear, he nodded, lifting his head from their neck. The two of them made their way to the bar.
“Pigsy, can we book one of your rooms for the night?” Redson called to the bartender, taking out their wallet to pay for the night's stay and their drinks. Pigsy walked towards the two, taking the money and dropping a key into Redsons hand.
“Have a good night's rest you two.” He nodded at them both, walking off into the kitchen. Redson replied goodnight and helped MK up the creaking stairs. MK stumbled with each step, the alcohol burning heavy in his head. The two of them wobbled their way to their assigned room, Redson inserted the key into the metal doorknob turning it to unlock the door. They tugged MK inside, who leaned more than half of his body weight against Redson.
Quietly Redson closed the door behind them, the sound of the life downstairs muffled by the new obstacle. MK happily pried off Redson and wobbled onto the bed fit to the room. The room adorned a dresser, nightstand, rug, and bed. Redson made their way toward the bed, tugging off their heels in the process.
“You should take your boots off, the bed will get dirty.” They paused, realizing something.
“You’ve never mentioned your name, what is it?” Redson asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking over their shoulder to MK.
“Oh, yer right! Uh- jus’ call me MK.” He mumbled into the sheets.
“Well MK, you should take your shoes off, and your jacket as well.” They silently questioned how MK was able to dance for that long and not burn up. MK groaned as he sat up. Redson glanced over as he took his jacket and sleeveless vest off. His white button-up clung to his sweaty body nicely, Redson felt themself staring but continued, what’s so wrong about appreciating the way someone looks.
“You look nice.” They drunkenly blurted out, keeping their eyes on MK’s body.
“Really? I suppose constantly working has its perks don’ it.” He replied calmly, the compliment slipping through one ear out the other.
Redson felt hot, their skin felt like it was burning up, they needed to open a window. They stood up from the foot of the bed and opened the small window above the bedside table. Sighing quietly they appreciated the cool breeze that blew inside. Now MK started to stare, the moonlight silhouetted Redsons figure perfectly, hitting their face in a way that made it look like they were glowing.
Blushing wildly MK stood from the bed and walked till he was beside Redson.
“You’re gorgeous, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as pretty as you.” He breathed out, keeping his eyes on Redsons face. They turned at the compliment, the flush from the alcohol morphing into something emotional. MK reached his hand out to hold the side of their face. The two of them were drunk and happy but now they were filled with something that turned into a need, a want, a burning desire.
He lifted to his tip-toes, getting closer to Redson, his free arm wrapped around their slim waist. The hand on their face pulled them closer. The smell of alcohol and smoke flowed from their mouth with each breath, MK let all his senses burn up.
His fingertips were hot as he touched their face and waist.
His eyes zoned in on the way the light hit their face.
His ears focused on the sound of their breathing, forgetting the party downstairs.
His nose could only smell the alcohol and smoke, the sweaty sticky smell of the rest of the saloon gone.
Just one feeling was missing, the burning taste of alcohol on his tongue had melted off a while ago, he needed to taste something.
He closed the distance between himself and Redson. They leaned in, wrapping their own arms around MKs waist. The tastes of cherry lipstick, whiskey, and smoke controlled his senses. Redson leaned desperately into MK as the kiss deepened. The two of them stumbled backward, MK felt his knees buckle as he fell atop the bed. The mattress bounced with the new force on top of it.
The two of them gasped for air as they had the short disconnection. Their eyes looked dazed at the other, the lipstick on Redsons lips now smudged. Their chests heaved with every breath, Redson now filled with something new began to grab desperately at MK’s shirt.
“Get this cloth off yourself before I rip it myself.” They growled lowly, tugging at the buttons.
“Gladly.” He replied, sitting up just enough to unbutton and pry off the shirt. Redson stared contently, gliding their slim fingers against his torso. MK drunkenly grinned, keeping his eyes on Redsons hands. Only now had he noticed they were decorated with expensive jewelry, suppose he never needed to look at them till now.
MK fully sat up now, his feet hanging off the edge of the bed. He raised his hands to Redsons hair, fiddling with the bobbins and clasps holding it up. How it stayed up while they danced baffled him, but he didn't need to focus on that right now.
The dark red locks fell to hang on their shoulders. Redson grasped at MK’s head of hair, pulling him close. They were desperate with the way they kissed, lipstick smearing across MKs own lips. Redson bit at his lips, turning them all shades of red. He smirked while keeping his mouth closed.
Harsh breaths left Redson as they were trying to keep the upper hand. MK held Redsons hips tightly, making sure they were as close to him as they could be while still standing. Redson quietly growled, wanting more.
MK pulled off of Redson, who was becoming more and more hungry for the touch. With the frame of time they were left to breathe properly they did, gladly.
Huffing breaths filled the small quiet room, MK stood slowly, pushing Redson backward.
He quickly shifted them to be where he was seconds ago. He forced them down onto the mattress, taking a moment to appreciate the scene of their makeup smudged, their hair down and messy, the strap of the dress slipped off their shoulder to rest on their forearm.
“What are you doing pretty boy?” Redson shifted where they laid, eyes lidded as they stared up at MK.
“Appreciatin’ the view is all.” He replied, hand reaching out to touch them but decided against it.
“I could say the same to you cowboy.” Redson kept a still face as they kept their eyes fixed on MKs chest.
MK climbed onto the bed, keeping one leg on each side of their waist, straddling them nicely. He leaned down and began to kiss Redson again, but now he was the one that started to bite at the others’ lips. Redson complied and opened their mouth, letting MK control the situation. They sighed happily at the sensation of MKs tongue in their mouth. He gasped and groaned as Redson dug their nails into his back. The two of them became faster and more forceful as they continued to kiss. Sweet quiet breathy noises left their mouths with each movement either of them made.
MKs back stung with every scratch that was made, Redsons lips had become pretty pinks and reds, the two of their bodies abused with need. They’d slowed down, the movements becoming repetitive, familiarity in the touch making them both frustrated.
Redson nudged MK off, standing as well. They’d turned around and lifted their hair, leaving the zipper on the dress to be unzipped by MK. He gently took the zipper in his calloused hands and tugged it downward, letting the dress loosen. MK brushed the straps of the dress off Redsons shoulders letting it fall limp onto the rug dressing the floor.
Their skin was silky to the touch as MK ran his hands against their back. Now Redson was only dressed in their undergarments, their body glowing even more now in the moonlight.
They turned around to face MK, harsh blush dusting their features. He stood and stared in bewilderment at the figure standing in front of him.
“I’m keeping my undergarments on, thank you.” Redson bluntly stated, crossing their arms expecting MK to retaliate and ask for them to fully undress.
“Alright by me sweets, do want me ta yknow.” He asked, glancing at his pants, feeling embarrassingly overdressed.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing more of ya.” They replied, regaining the suggestive composure from before. They move their hand to unbutton the dark pants, grazing their hands down MKs torso while doing so. He shivered at the phantom touches, letting Redson undress him.
They’d managed to unbutton the pants which had been tugged off and thrown aside, MK began to push Redson back onto the bed. Instead of lying though they sat up, spreading their legs for MK to settle himself in between.
He gladly placed himself where they wanted him, he took Redsons legs to sit around MKs hip. Their groins painfully close to each other, MK started breathing heavier keeping his eyes on any change in Redsons composure saying they’d not want this. Nothing changed for the negative, all Redson did was try to shift themself to be closer.
MK took note of the movement and started to go back to kissing Redson violently. He gripped at their exposed back with blunt nails, they returned the favor with their sharp ones. They started tightening their grip around MKs waist, now fully flush against one another they started to grind against each other.
Breathy gasps left their busy mouths as they rocked against one another. Redson parted from the kiss and started biting violently at MKs neck and chest, which left him a bumbling mess with the amount of touch and friction. Redson moaned loudly as the grinding picked up in pace.
MK started to growl, the building knot in his gut drove him mad. The two of them started to slow to a stop as they’d gotten close to releasing the knot in their guts. By the time they were still their chests were heaving for air, a moment of relaxation revealing itself between the two.
“God, I- whoa.” MK gasped, eyes wide as the sensations started calming and his fogged brain gained focus. Redson nodded, agreeing with the surprise of the feeling. MK had taken a seat next to Redson, taking their hand in his own, he rubbed his thumb against their knuckles.
“Want a smoke?” Redson asked, digging through their purse and pulling out two cigarettes. MK nodded, Redson turned to their side, opening the oil lamp and lighting their cigarettes with the flame.
“Thanks.” He sighed, taking a drag from the cigarette, he breathed out the cloud of smoke. Redson mirrored the action, moving closer to MK and placing a hand on his bare thigh.
The two shared a comfortable silence as they used up their cigarettes. Crickets and owls sang outside the open window, adding to the peaceful aftermath of the heat that had filled the room minutes prior.
They put their cigarettes out in a small ashtray that sat on the nightstand. Silently they crawled under the itchy sheets of the saloon bed. MK held Redson close, bare chests against each other. Only the sound of their quiet breaths and heartbeats filled the room as the two fell asleep.