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“Ough, me willy— Javier, please! My good lord!”
Clinking and rummaging grew frantic, but seemingly never frantic enough compared to the wailing of Sean, desperately trying to clutch his groin without actually clutching the already devastatingly red area. His screams could reach miles, they certainly erupted Javier’s ears during his slumber, sending him flying to his feet and straight for the horse’s cargo for some sort of cure.
Fucking Sean. God damn Sean. Loud mouth, arrogant asshole writhing in pain on the ground who Javier had to play nurse for at the dead of night in the middle of nowhere with no real clue who could be around them. Javier can’t even be mad at the man for screaming, just knowing the reason why almost had Javier doubling over from a phantom touch, but damn Javier was seething for how he got here.
“It’s not even that god damn hot, Sean!” Javier shouted over Sean’s cries. Cigarettes hit the ground, baked beans came down with a harder thud, a hunter's knife slammed down, binoculars almost shattered to pieces reaching the dirt.
Another pained groan ripped its way through Sean’s throat, “Of course you say that, Mexico probably made ‘ya a tank against this heat but I couldn’t stand it— Oh my days! Javier!”
Javier’s mind shoots to the tempting hunter’s knife laying at his feet, a clean cut job which would save the hassle but royally enrage Sean and Javier was sure his reputation might not come back after chopping a gang member’s penis off. The image of Dutch’s disapproval is enough to lock the urge down and force Javier to resume his raid across all their things. Rum, bait, strawberries, more gin, coffee, nothing useful for the scorching pain pulsing through Sean’s lower half.
Javier stomped to a stranded satchel next to Sean. “But sleeping without your underwear?! You really thought in that empty head of yours that it’d be a good idea?!”
“Size too small, they were too tight and sweatin’ in all the wrong places—-”
“Shut your mouth, Sean!”
How Sean could still babble on so much with his state was a mystery that had to be left unsolved to Javier as he ransacked the satchel, Sean’s final gleaming hope. If God had decided to spare Sean’s damned soul, his mercy would shine through in a bottle of potent. A full potent, filled with the last liquid to salvage Sean and his mildly unfortunate state. The only thing being more unfortunate was Javier’s fingers grazing a familiar smooth glass, feeling a cork screwed on the top; Sean’s saving grace was empty. Javier clutched the empty bottle in his hands before throwing it onto the ground causing Sean to let out a yelp.
“Jesus! What are you doin’ trowin’ the bottle like that?” Sean panted. “Coulda hit me head–”
A frustrated growl grit through Javier’s teeth cuts off Sean as Jaiver yanked Sean’s upper body with a tight grip on the Irish’s white collar. Javier shot a finger at the glass, eyes burning into Sean’s with fury only found in the angriest of men.
“Where’s the damn medicine?!” Javier gripped tighter and shook him as if Sean would start sweating the medicine out.
“Augh, quit it!” Sean hissed. His whines grew unbearably loud, his hands skittering to Javier’s in a feeble attempt to get them off. It’s only when Javier finally stops Sean can think, he slowly begins to nod in thought, eyes squinting into the moon above with his mouth agape. Javier can feel his patience wearing thinner and thinner every second another damn “Uhh,” trails out his mouth.
Sean’s head snapped straight, his eyes blown wide at the realization. “Oh fuck me, I drank it all!”
Immediately he’s thrown back onto the harsh ground, air almost knocking out of his lungs. Javier’s feet take him a couple steps away from Sean before he can punt the bastard, Javier’s hands flying to his black locks, laughing in disbelief. He couldn’t believe it, really. Why was Javier fighting fate? Why bother saving this dunce of a supposed man when it was clearly his time? Of course this was his way of going out after stupid decisions. Why save the medicine for venomous snake bites on your dick when you could drink it instead?
Javier takes a sharp breath in, anger he’s losing against boiling. He whips around, almost ripping his hair in the process speaking an estranged, dragged out “Why…?” through his teeth. Sean squeezed his eyes trying to string together sentences, visions trained onto the clouds above as if God could save Sean from whatever Javier was going to do to him if Sean gave a ridiculous answer. It didn’t take long for Sean’s eyes to widen with realization.
“When we got shit-faced at Annesburg!” He shot up before the sharp pain shocking through him sent him rolling back onto the ground. “Ough, fuck! We got shit-faced and, and I t’ought it was rum, it tasted like it at the time!”
Javier felt his eyes and hands twitch at Sean. “So you drank it instead of going back into the damn bar?!”
Sean weakly lifted his head to view Javier over his torso. “If I went back, I’d have to pay for it! Why pay for more when there was some in the bag?!”
“There wasn’t more in the bag!”
“Well, I know that now..”
Javier slapped his forehead so hard, he could break through his cranium. His eyes darted around the already ran-through campsite but ultimately, he threw his hands up in defeat. “Guess you’re dying from a venomous bite on your dick, Sean, congratulations! You’re dying in the worst way possible and I’m letting everyone know how because you were being an idiot!”
“No, Javier!” Sean cried. He skittered to Javier’s feet, wrapping his arm around his ankles. “Please, just suck it out, I’m too young to go out like this!”
Suck it out?! Bones almost cracked with how fast Javier whipped his head down.“Puta madre, tienes ese cabezota en tú culo?!” Javier yelled, yanking his foot away. “Huh?! Did your head fall to your ass?!”
Sean's nails began to dig into the cloth of Javier's pants, pleading desperately. “What else is there really?! I'll die here!”
He almost stomped on Sean’s skull listening to his words. Waking him up, drinking the damn medicine, and now asking Javier to put his lips on a place they had no business being.
“I'm going back to Annesburg–”
Sean shook his head so hard he turned into a bobble head. Movements so drastic, he scrambled up Javer withering sleeping pants. “No! No, that's too far, I'll be dead!”
“Good!”
“Javier! C'mon, ya can't do t'is to me!”
“You dumbass, you drank the medicine!”
“I'm sorry, I wasn't expectin’ to get bit!”
“Imagine if it were me bit!”
“C'mon, I'll give ya somethin’ in return, just do it! I don’t got much time.”
Javier sucked in a sharp breath, his lips pursed tightly. Sean was right, so fucking right and out of all the times he had to be right, it had to be the same Javier had to–
Sean flew back with a sharp kick, Javier begrudgingly meeting him down at his level. He couldn’t tell which position was more humiliating to be in but he figured it’d be his. Once Sean’s better, the bastard might even get a kick out of it. Maybe get Javier to do his bidding because, Oi, remember that one time we were coming back from Annesburg and was too tired to get back to camp? Javier was fuming with different knives he could scalp Sean’s gingerly fuckass hair with if the words slipped out after Javier refused to do something for him.
A thick lump too hard to swallow formed in Javier’s throat, his nails were so deep into his palm they could pierce into his bone as he stared at the scene in front of him, seeing Sean’s member with aggressive dotted snake bites. He was starting to lose understanding on how women can do this, willingly? He’d never enjoy a blowjob after this, the most tragic part of it all. He couldn’t look anyone in the eyes with the knowledge he did this either. He may as well start digging to hell now, he wished to burn for eternity if it meant getting whatever nasty taste he’d get soon off his tongue.
Even as his hands slowly creeped towards the issue, he couldn’t bring himself to do it with the right amount of urgency. Was there a certain pressure to apply? No, Javier’s mind worked against him and blocked out anything that could be remotely helpful. His eyes shut tightly, crow's feet forming at the corner. Hell, he swore he felt a tear forming at that. More tears were expected to flow once he laid on his cot back at camp, no doubts.
Sean’s yell ripped through Javier’s ear. “Get it over so you can take your hands off my wee!”
“Fuck, okay!”
The clacking of horse shoes against dusty ground was too much for the pair regardless of the silence between them. Straining silence wasn’t enough. A 500 yard distance in the middle of Javier and Sean wouldn’t do it either. A couple of weeks away from each other, possibly fresh mints for Javier, medicine stocked bags, and selective amnesia could be the solution if the stars aligned properly. Their belongings secured tightly to their horses, their gaze trained on anything but each other, and mouths completely shut since the debacle ended and the sun rose.
“You tell anyone..” Javier started as their trail lead closer to camp.
“I won’t.” Sean murmured. No one wanted to think about last night anymore.