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Chapter Two: Strong as an oak
Virge is gonna kill Wyatt lol.
Just some fluff and love confessions
Early morning, Doc Holliday heard a knock on his door. Downing a shot of whiskey, he waltzed towards the front door. When he opened it, there was Wyatt Earp in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, showing some of his muscle. Well good morning indeed, Doc chuckled to himself as he smiled up at the lawman. “My dearest Earp, to what do I owe the pleasure of you greeting me on this god forsaken morning?” At this question, Doc watched Wyatt squirm and then say, “ W-would you mind taking a morning ride with m-me?” Wyatt didn’t make eye contact the entire time, until Doc took his arm and asked him to lead the way.
Again, Wyatt was floundering and making a fool of himself but it didn’t really matter when Doc took his arm and led them to where the horses were tied. “ And where are taking me?” Doc questioned right when they got out of city limits. “ It’s a surprise.” Wyatt responded with a quick smile and a laugh as he kicked his horse into high gear, prompting Doc to follow suite.
Both of them stopped when Wyatt told them they had arrived. The place was beautiful! There was a small glistening pond surrounded by wildflowers and small birch trees, their leaves the most beautiful golden. “ Oh Wyatt!” Doc sighed, “ Who knew you were capable of finding something so beautiful; and for a sick old bastard like me to boot.“ “Your not old Doc, you’re 35.” Wyatt wasn’t about to have this talk with Doc today and certainly not right now, he just couldn’t let anything ruin this for him.
“Wanna go for a walk?” Wyatt asked, reaching out his hand. “ Why of course Wyatt,” Doc laughed. “ I would follow you to the ends of the earth if necessary.” Doc continued, still in his light hearted manner. Wyatt led them around the pound, asking Doc how he slept-if Doc ever slept at all- and if Doc was hungry.
Of course Doc wasn’t. Due to his tuberculosis, he has less and less of an appetite each passing day. But, for the sake of his friend, he said yes. Doc was happy here, he was happy with Wyatt in particular. For in his miserable, tarnished life, Doc didn’t resent himself for loving Wyatt more than anything. Eventually they both came to large oak tree near the pond. Under said tree was a small checkered blanket and a basket. What was in the basket, Doc had no clue, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that very moment Doc never wanted to kiss a man more.
Wyatt felt a pair of soft and dry lips crash against his in the most shameless way possible. He was shocked to say the least. Was Doc really that happy to be here with Wyatt? Did Doc have feelings for him longer than previously thought? The kiss was rough, and passionate, with Doc wrapping his small arms around Wyatt’s neck, pulling him impossibly deeper into the kiss. They pull away from each other smiling until Doc’s entire body shudders with coughs and wheezes.
“ Hey Doc, steady now,” Wyatt attempts to sooth Doc, gently laying on the ground in the shade. Wyatt cradles Doc in his arms, holding his head up to allow as much airflow as possible. “Shit Wyatt, why now of all times does my damned illness have to erupt.” Doc sputtered, reaching for a handkerchief to catch any blood from landing on Wyatt’s legs. Oh those beautiful legs, strong as an oak from hard work and slightly bowed from years in the saddle. A blush crept up Doc’s neck and face at these thoughts. “Hey, don’t work yourself into a frenzy.” Wyatt chuckled noticing Doc’s flushed face, however oblivious to the reason he may be.
At this comment, Doc only nuzzles deeper into Wyatt’s chest with a strangled groan deep in his throat. Doc doesn’t know why he thought that was a good idea, he just did. And unless Wyatt moved, Doc wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Wyatt didn’t move, and the both chatted for a bit or stayed in comfortable silence until Wyatt heard the steady if not raspy sound of Doc sleeping. Doc looked so peaceful like this. It hurt Wyatt because he knew it still hurt and will always hurt.
Doc woke with a small start. He looked around, disoriented, to find himself curled up on Wyatt’s lap holding a bloody handkerchief. Wyatt fell asleep and was snoring softly, his head resting against the tree. Doc sat up a little straighter and craned his neck to kiss the small scars along his friend’s jaw. Wyatt stirred and woke up, smiling at the sight of Doc nuzzling his jaw and neck.
“Hello there.” Wyatt mumbled, still drowsy from sleep. “Hello Wyatt. Sleep well?” Doc responded, equally groggy. This, both of them thought, was heaven. Having the only person who gave you hope snuggled up on your lap. “Dear God, you have know idea how much I love you.” Wyatt finally said after the kisses stopped. “I know darlin, I know.” Doc responded with a chuckle. He felt a sigh of relief leave Wyatt’s chest, and knew that they would be here for a while.