Alias Smith & Jones ficlet: Comfort (NC-17)
Where this came from I have no idea, nor do I have any clue whether anyone on my flist is likely to want to read it. But after tonight's AS&J ep this little thing damn near wrote itself, so by god, here it is; make of it what you will.

Unbeta'd, I'm afraid, since I have no clue where to look for a beta in this fandom.

Title: Comfort
Author: malnpudl
Rating: NC-17 / FRAO
Pairing: Heyes/Curry
Summary: Just a bit of smut and comfort. Episode tag for "The Fifth Victim".
Warnings: Slash (graphic m/m sex) and het. Please do not read if this type of story offends you.
Disclaimer: Alias Smith & Jones and its characters belong to Universal TV, ABC, Studios USA Television, and/or other folks who aren't me. This is just for fun, not for profit. No copyright infringement is intended.
Feedback: Would be delightful.
Distribution: Anybody want it? Really?
Author’s Notes: My first ASJ fic. Concrit or other feedback very much welcome.

ETA: Now with two pictures, for those of you who don't know the show and might be curious. Hannibal Heyes is the dark-haired guy in the black hat; Kid Curry is the curly-haired blond in the brown hat. Aren't they pretty? *g*



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I shifted inside my bedroll, turning my face to the fire and pulling the blanket tighter around me, trying to get warm enough to fall asleep.

"Hey, Kid." It was Heyes, sounding drowsy.

"Yeah?"

"S'cold."

He didn't usually complain, and I wondered how much his head wound was still paining him. It was awfully soon after the shooting for him to be traveling on horseback and sleeping out on the trail.

"C'mere," I said, and scooted toward him, my blanket lifted in invitation. He moved himself and his bedroll next to me and we made ourselves snug under both blankets. It was a lot warmer immediately, and I felt bad for not having offered sooner.

Heyes shoved gently at my shoulder. "Roll over," he mumbled, and then wrapped himself around my back when I complied. The position always seemed to comfort him when things were really rough. Another sign that I should've offered sooner, and I felt guilty for not realizing it.

"So how'd you figure it all out?" he asked. I could feel the warmth of his lips through my shirt, moving against my shoulder.

"All what? You mean who was shooting all the poker players?"

"Mm-hm. And why."

I smiled into the night. "Well, a lot of the credit goes to Helen."

I could feel Heyes grin against my back. "Helen? Should've known there'd be a woman involved."

"Isn't there always?" Heyes burrowed one cold hand underneath my shirt and plastered it against my belly, seeking body heat. "Damn, that's cold!"

"Won't be for long," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Tell me about Helen."

"Ah, the lovely Helen," I said. "Pretty as the day is long, with a figure that would stop traffic in St. Louis. She's the one told me about Harvey and Mrs. Carlson."

"Ah. And how'd you get that little nugget out of her?"

"You expect me to kiss and tell?"

"Don't you always?"

I did, of course, and so did he. It's what we did. We shared everything else; this was our way of sharing the one thing we couldn't actually do together.

"Well, she took me up to bed and we kissed for a while, and we talked for a while, and then we kissed some more."

"She a good kisser?"

"The best. Slow and soft and sweet, just the way I like it. Not in too big a hurry to get to the rest, but you don't mind because you know the rest is coming soon enough."

He made a contented noise deep in his throat and burrowed closer to me. His hand on my belly was a lot warmer now, and his face against my shoulder didn't feel cold through my shirt. I felt better, knowing that he was warm enough. "Then what?"

"Well, once we'd finished with the talking part of things, it got more interesting. She got up and undressed for me... did it real slow, put on a little show for me. She's got the prettiest tits you ever did see, big and round and soft, with these sweet little pink nipples..."

"Oh, yeah," he murmured, and I could feel him start to swell and harden against my ass.

I smiled. "She loved having me suck on 'em, made these little soft, hungry noises like a pup calling for its mama. Wouldn't let me stop playing with 'em while she undressed me."

"What happened next?" he whispered, pressing his hard cock against my ass.

I rolled over and looked into his eyes, glowing soft and bright in the firelight. "She took all my clothes off," I said, and reached for his cock, stroking it through his trousers.

He gasped softly. "Kid!" he murmured. "Yes."

I opened his fly and freed his cock so I could touch him skin to skin. He thrust gently into my welcoming hand, and I stroked my fingers up and down the shaft with a teasing touch. "Then she touched me, just like this, just like I'm touching you now."

He made a hungry noise then, a much deeper version of the sounds Helen had made when I'd made love to her, and it stirred me every bit as much.

"What'd her pussy look like, Kid?"

"Pretty as a flower, Heyes," I said. He had his eyes closed so he could imagine everything I was telling him, and I loved watching the passion light up his expressive face. "She had a little patch of honey blonde hair, soft as silk and it smelled so sweet."

He groaned and arched up, pushing his cock into my hand. "God, Kid. Oh, god. Did you taste her?"

Smiling, I nodded, even though I knew he couldn't see me. "Oh, yeah. And did she ever love that! Whimpered and wriggled and begged me for more. She came for me twice that way, and she tasted sweet as honey when she did."

He was breathing harder now. "What next? Did you fuck her?"

"Nope."

He stilled and opened his eyes, looked at me. "No?"

"Nope." I shook my head. "That's 'cause she said she it was her turn to find out what I tasted like." His cock pulsed in my hand, and I scooted down under the blanket. "Just like I'm gonna do to you right now." And I took him into my mouth.

His hands moved to my head, stroked through my hair, and I could feel him start to tremble. "Oh, Kid," he breathed. "Oh... yes. Just like that. Just like that."

I loved the feel of him in my mouth, so responsive under my tongue, loved feeling every pulse and swell as his pleasure built. The sound of his desire was music to me, his soft gasps and hot, hungry whispers against the snapping of the fire.

I lifted my head. "Come for me," I told him softly. "Let me taste you." And I sucked him into the wet heat of my mouth again.

"Oh, Kid, god, yes!" he whispered, his breathing fast and shallow, and the hoarse desperation in his voice made my own cock swell iron hard. "God, Kid, oh god I'm... oh... oh, now yes now..."

He came in my mouth, pulsing wildly, filling me with himself; I drank it all down, took him inside me. I tongued him softly, bathing and caressing him, telling him without words what he meant to me and always would. My hands softly stroked his chest, gentling him down like a high strung colt, coming to rest over his heart.

I lifted my head and crawled back up beside him, and he took me in his arms.

"Warmer now?" I asked as I tucked him back into his trousers and fastened his fly.

"Yeah." He smiled at me, and I could see his heart shining softly in his heavy-lidded eyes. "Your turn?"

My cock was still hard in my pants, but I shook my head. "Not tonight," I said. "It'll keep. You rest now, get some sleep."

He was already half asleep, and he curled himself around me, tucked his face in against my neck. "Okay," he murmured. "Night, Kid."

I held him close, my partner, my friend. My heart, though he'd laugh himself silly if he ever heard me say it. I'd come too close to losing him this time, and all I wanted to do was hold him to me and feel him breathe, feel the beating of his heart, vital and alive. "Night, Heyes," I whispered. "Sleep well."

A soft snoring was all that met my words.

~ fin ~