Newcomer - I come bearing fic :)

[oscarwilde666.livejournal.com]

 Howdy :)

I'm a recent convert to Smith and Jones in general, it was a bit before my time, but have recently watched the DVDs with my mother (who is a fan since childhood), utterly loved them, and being me, my first thought was 'Hmmm... Fandom?' So I've read some gorgeous Smith & Jones slash around the place, loved hardboiledbaby's and jojo's fics that I found here. Wanted to contribute somewhat to the overall slash levels in this fandom, so I bring two Heyes/Curry slash fics.

Title: Disappearing Into You
Genre: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 4'465
Pairing: Heyes/Curry
Warning: Unbeta'ed, sorry!
Summary: Heyes attempts to find substitutes for the Kid, but what he doesn't know is that the Kid is keeping an eye on his partner.
 

The Kid doesn't know when it started, or if it has always been this way and the Kid just didn't notice. All he knows now is that at some point a few months ago he began to notice Heyes' little disappearances. It's always when the Kid is occupied somehow, some night in a saloon when he's engrossed in a poker game or sitting with a barmaid's arms around his neck. Then Heyes will tap the Kid briefly on the shoulder, mumble 'I'll be back later on,' and disappear into the night. The Kid won't see him until the the early hours of the morning when he will slip silently back into their shared hotel room, doing his best not to wait the Kid. At these times the Kid keeps his breathing steady and even, his eyes tight closed, faking sleep while Heyes finally slips into bed beside him.

At first he is only mildly curious, but then when Heyes never talks about these times, and they continue to happen nearly every time they reach a town. He is curious enough to plot to follow Heyes one night. He watches Heyes more closely that evening, notes that he bows out of the poker game unusually early on despite a good run of hands. He notices that he spends a considerable amount of time talking to a blonde cowboy in a quiet corner of the saloon. He is sitting laughing with a whore on his knee when Heyes comes over to tap him on the shoulder and then disappear. Except this time, the Kid will not allow him to vanish into the darkness. He unwinds the whore's arms from his neck, answers her pout with a charming smile and kisses her cheek before following Heyes out the door.

He can barely see Heyes' silhouette moving quickly down the dark main street, but he's visible enough to follow. He turns down a side street between buildings so quickly that Kid has to sprint to see where he goes next. Heyes takes another turn down an even darker alley. When the Kid catches up, he can't see Heyes anywhere. He moves quietly down the tiny laneway, and stops suddenly when he hears voices. He'd recognise that lazy silver-tongued drawl anywhere, although the other voice is an unfamiliar one, male he can tell, rough and deep.

They're coming from a tiny shack, probably a toolshed or maybe a storage, linked to the back of one of the buildings the lane runs behind. The voices are laughing quietly now and he can't resist sneaking closer. The door is open just a crack. The Kid holds his breath as he slips closer to put his eye to the crack. A single candle stuck to a shelf illuminates the scene softly. Heyes is there with the blonde fella from earlier. There's a smile on Heyes face that's quite different from his usual one, softer, his eyes heavy-lidded and almost... seductive. He can't quite make out what the cowboy murmurs in Heyes' ear, but Heyes laughs quietly at whatever it is. The cowboy leans forward, places a hand on Heyes chest, in a gesture that seems oddly intimate. The Kid barely bites back a gasp when Heyes dips his head forward to kiss the cowboy.

The Kid swallows hard, feeling guilty for being here, for watching this scene. The other man threads his fingers into Heyes' hair and kisses him again. The Kid can even see when he dips his tongue into Heyes' mouth. Heyes chuckles softly when the blonde head moves to trail kisses down Heyes' neck, sucking softly on the collarbone. The Kid blushes hard when Heyes lets out a soft lingering moan. 'Sssshhh.' The cowboy's eyes twinkle as he quiets Heyes. He brings his fingers to the buttons on Heyes' shirt, softly kissing each inch of tanned chest as it is exposed from under the white shirt. Heyes gives a shuddering gasp when the cowboy brushes a thumb over his right nipple, and his hands clench on the cowboys waist when the blonde head ducks down to lick in the same place.

The Kid shifts uncomfortably, utterly ashamed; he is beginning to grow hard at the sight in front of him. There's something unspeakably attractive about Heyes like this, his head thrown back to receive the cowboy's attentions. The Kid's head is in turmoil, he has never thought of Heyes like this, although looking back, it sorta makes sense. For all his charming ways with women, the Kid's never seen Heyes go off with a whore for the night, or any other woman for that matter. And he looks so... good, here, in another man's arms. Like he belongs. Both of their shirts are off now, they are closer than ever, kissing passionately. Cowboy's hands are on Heyes' ass, squeezing possessively. The Kid can't help staring, swallows, to try and keep down the overwhelming waves of arousal.

Heyes and the cowboy are grinding their hips together, Heyes groaning quietly in pleasure at the friction against the bulge in his jeans. The Kid's eyes are riveted as the cowboy works quickly on the fly of Heyes' jeans and frees Heyes' hard cock. He stumbles backwards when the man wraps his hand around Heyes’ cock, begins stroking up and down the shaft, flicking his thumb over the head. Guilt and shame overwhelm him, and he blindly makes his way back to the hotel.

He is barely inside the door of the room when he has his jeans undone, fisting his own cock, until he comes with a gasp at the memory of tanned skin, and soft groans. He climbs into bed shortly, his cheeks still coloured with self-consciousness. He swears to himself that he will never think about this again; he has no right to pry into Heyes’ business, let alone watch him in such a... private moment. When Heyes returns, some time later, the Kid feigns sleep as always, but as he breathes, deep and even, he can smell sweat and sex from Heyes’ skin, and that sends a tiny thrill down his spine.

The next town, the next disappearance, and the Kid does his best to focus on the hand of poker he is playing when Heyes leaves, but it’s no good. The temptation is altogether too great, and he follows again. Another hidden niche, another blonde gentleman, this one young, and looking surprisingly rich. This time, the Kid cannot bring himself to flee so early on, he waits, and discovers how Heyes’ looks half-naked, just his shirt hanging off his shoulders, his skin gleaming with sweat, as he thrusts his cock into another man’s ass.

Heyes’ strong capable hands grip the blonde boy’s hips, and the boy moans wantonly under Heyes’ assault. A stream of babble escapes his lips Oh god... Oh so fucking good, so good... Right there, please, there, yes! Yes! Heyes doesn’t respond, but his hips snap forward, faster and faster, until the boy comes with a yell, and a moment later, the Kid is treated to the sight of Heyes as he comes. God, he’s gorgeous, with his head thrown back in pleasure, the muscles in his neck standing out, and stray locks of brown hair falling into his eyes.

With a shock, the Kid realises the encounter must be nearly over, and practically sprints back to the hotel, barely managing to bring himself off and get into bed before Heyes returns. He mustn’t have his breathing quite under control, because Heyes pauses as he slips in beside him, whispers softly “Kid? Kid, you still awake?” The Kid doesn’t answer, his heart beating wildly in his chest, and Heyes shrugs, slides into the bed and is fast asleep within minutes.

It continues from town to town, here a dark room in a side-street boarding house, there a stable hand’s shack, or just a quiet corner in a dark alley. The Kid can’t help following each and every time, watching, although he knows it’s wrong. It’s just too irresistible, seeing Heyes writhing with another man’s lips wrapped around his cock, or best of all, seeing Heyes on his back, being taken apart by his partner thrusting inside him.

When watching that particular scene, the Kid is sure he was the hardest he’d ever been in his life. Heyes had his legs slung over the other man’s shoulders, and his fists clenched in the cheap boarding-house sheets, his hair matted with sweat. And his voice, God, Heyes’ voice uttering drawn out whimpers and pleas had almost made the Kid come in his jeans, right there. He swears to himself regularly that he will leave well enough alone, will stop following Heyes, but every time, he still ends up staring through cracks and keyholes, feeling like a dirty spying little boy. He still finishes each night spilling into his own hand, his eyes closed and Heyes’ name on his lips.

Maybe it’s just the Kid’s imagination, but somehow, as he continues to watch, it seems all of Heyes’ partners are kind of... the same. In looks, at least. They’re all blonde, usually curly-haired, with blue eyes. And the Kid can’t help thinking, as he stares in the mirror one morning, while shaving, that he might just fit nicely into that line... No, no. Stop that thought before it goes anywhere. How would that conversation possibly go ‘Gee, Heyes, so I’ve been following you to watch you fuck guys in every town we come to, and I kinda thought that you might be interested in me.” The Kid flushes at the very thought.

“Kid?” Heyes is awake, and the Kid snaps out of his thoughts enough to realise that he has been staring frozen into the mirror for about 5 minutes. “What?” The Kid snaps, aggressiveness in his voice covering his embarrassment, as he continues to scrape stubble from his cheeks. “Nothin’,” Heyes sounds surprised, and there is a placating tone in his voice, the voice that he uses to get the Kid to back down from fights. “Just thought there might be something wrong.”

“Nothing wrong.” The Kid tries hard to get his feelings under control, to present some semblance of his usual laid back attitude. “Right...” Heyes does not sound convinced, but lets it slide. Heyes is quiet for the rest of the day, and the Kid avoids his eyes for the most part. For some reason, they end up back in the hotel room rather than the saloon. Heyes is curled up with one of his novels, something with a title like “Into the middle of the world”. The Kid starts out cleaning his gun, but after disassembling and reassembling the Colt about six times, he can feel Heyes staring at him. It’s the closest the Kid has come to a nervous tic in his life.
“Kid?” His voice is cautious, as if worried that the Kid will snap his head off again. “Heyes, you want to maybe read that book of yours out?” The Kid interrupts without answering the question. Heyes looks at him curiously, but the Kid avoids his gaze and reassembles the Colt for the last time. Then he sits back in his chair, and listens to Heyes’ warm voice fill the room. The Kid isn’t a bad reader, but it always takes him effort and concentration, and he never bothers with anything more complicated than a dime novel now and then.

But here he can just lean back and close his eyes, and listen as Heyes describes mad German scientists and volcanoes. He closes his eyes and enjoys the rise and fall of Heyes’ voice. He is enjoying the simplicity of the evening before his treacherous brain begins to remind him of some of the other things he has heard voiced in that lazy drawl recently. His bitch of a memory reminds him of how Heyes sounds when he’s begging another man to fuck him, with Jesus Christ! Yes - there... Right there... Don’t stop... Oh God, don’t stop...

The Kid leaps from his chair as if shot, and Heyes stops reading in the middle of a sentence. “Just... Need some - uh, fresh air.” He makes for the door, shoving his hat on his head, grabbing the Colt and stowing it in his holster on the way.

“Kid!” Heyes is on his feet before the Kid even notices, has grabbed him by the arm. “Let me go, Heyes!”

“No!” Heyes’ voice is firm, and his grip on the Kid’s forearm tightens if anything. “Tell me what the hell is going on.”

“Dunno what you mean.” The brim of the Kid’s hat is pulled down, shading his eyes, so he doesn’t have to look at Heyes.

“The hell you don’t, Kid. You’ve been as skittish as a new saddle horse the whole day. Haven’t been yourself in weeks.”

“You don’t wanna know, Heyes. You don’t.”

“I want to know anything that’s bothering you this much. We’re partners, Kid. Tell me what it is.”

The Kid looks, up, meets Heyes’ eyes for the first time in God knows how long, and he knows that the expression on his face is pure desperation. He’s never been able to hide feelings the way Heyes can. He can’t say anything, has no words, but, with fear and excitement thrilling through his body, he leans forward and presses his lips to Heyes’.

He draws back, his heart thumping like a jackhammer, and Heyes’ is frozen in place, a stunned look in his eyes.

“Oh shit, Heyes, I’m sorry.” The Kid has never felt so miserable. He grabs for his coat, and makes for the door again. “I’ll go, I’m sorry...”

“Kid.” The Kid turns slightly, back towards Heyes, and stumbles backwards as a body cannons into his arms. Heyes’ lips are on his again, kissing him desperately. Hands grope at the Kid’s shoulders, pulling him and Heyes closer together. “God, Kid...” Heyes mumbles against his mouth between kisses. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

The Kid clings to Heyes, not quite able to believe that this is actually happening, that Heyes is here, kissing him, wanting him. “I - I didn’t think you’d want me... You had all those guys...” Heyes stiffens in his arms, and the Kid’s brain is already yelling at him IDIOT.

“What?”

“Aww, shit, Heyes... I - I followed you. I saw... saw you - with those guys - and...” Kid ducks his head again, can feel a flush rising in his cheeks. He ploughs on, because there’s really nothing else he can do. “And - and I know I ain’t as good lookin’ as some of ‘em, and I don’t - don’t know what I’m doin’, but...”

“Kid.” Heyes’ voice is softer now, and the Kid stops in his muddled speech. He lays a hand on the Kid’s cheek, looks straight at him. “Those guys? They were all - they were all just a-cause I couldn’t have you...” The Kid’s eyes fill with confusion as he looks at Heyes. “You didn’t see it?” Heyes’ voice is embarrassed, but curious, and as Kid thinks on it, his mind throws up all the curly blond heads, and the blue eyes...

“Really? Heyes, really?”

“Really, Kid.”

A huge flood of relief surges through the Kid’s mind, ‘cause Heyes isn’t mad at him, Heyes wants him, has wanted him for a long time, if each disappearance was any indication. Now they’re kissing again, and the Kid leans into Heyes’ embrace. Heyes tastes like whiskey and gunpowder, and is as intoxicating as both.

He slides arms around the Kid’s waist, holding him close, and with a burst of courage, the Kid reaches down to squeeze Heyes’ ass. Heyes bucks forward in surprise, shoving his hips into the Kid’s, and lets out a low moan of encouragement. The feeling of their erections grinding together is good, so fucking good, and the Kid is so disoriented by the sensation that he doesn’t understand for several moments, when Heyes pushes him away and says, in an urgent tone “Strip.”

The Kid stands and stares, before the sight of Heyes’ fingers working on his shirt buttons snaps him out of it. He begins to strip off his own clothes, and almost works himself into a frenzy wrestling with his boots, which are just refusing to come off. Heyes’ hands close over the Kid’s, tug the offending footwear off his feet, and the Kid’s face splits into a grin at Heyes’ smile. Within minutes they are both blissfully naked and pressed together again. However good Heyes felt in his arms, the sensation is a thousand times better when he can feel all of Heyes’ golden skin against his own.

Heyes gradually eases them back to lay on the bed, the Kid stretched full out on top of Heyes and the Kid pauses for a moment to look down at his partner. He brushes a stray lock of hair out of Heyes’ face, and just smiles stupidly for a second, realizing how good he has it. “What?” Heyes asks, grinning back up at him. “Nothin’,” The Kid presses a kiss into Heyes’ collarbone. “Just - enjoyin’ you, that’s all.”

Heyes may have been about to respond, but the Kid slides his leg between Heyes’ thighs, and Heyes gasps, his hips bucking up to press his erection against the Kid’s hip. The Kid leans down to kiss Heyes again, enjoying the feeling of control he has from atop his partner. ‘Sides, which, kissing he knows, and knows he is good at. The stubble against his cheek is a new sensation, but apart from that kissing Heyes is not all that different from kissing a woman, and the West is full of tales of women who’ve melted under Kid Curry’s kisses.

He knows just how to build a kiss, starting with the long lingering press of lips against lips, the first tentative movement of his tongue, just along Heyes’ bottom lip, gradually going deeper and deeper to finally plunder Heyes’ mouth. When he draws back, Heyes’ lips are swollen, and he is panting. His cock throbs against the Kid’s hip, his hips moving in tiny involuntarily jerking motions. And the Kid isn’t in too much of a better state himself.

“Kid.” Heyes’ voice is deliciously rough and breathless, sounding utterly debauched. “Yeah?” The Kid moves further down to nuzzle at one of Heyes’ nipples, licking and sucking on it as he would with a woman. Apparently it works, because Heyes’ fingers clench hard on the Kid’s shoulders and he stifles a moan. “Christ, Kid, let up for a second - I’m - I’m trying to say something...”

“Yeah?” The Kid utterly ignores Heyes’ request, transferring his efforts to the other nipple, so Heyes’ speech is punctuated by moans and gasps of pleasure. “When you - oh, Jesus, Kid - when you followed me...”

“Mmhmm?”

Heyes’ shaky fingers tangle in the Kid’s curls, clenching and unclenching as the Kid reduces him to a mass of desire. “What - what did you see?”

The Kid stops his attentions, and on the one hand, it helps Heyes to think more clearly, but on the other hand, the loss of sensation is nearly killing him, and he wants nothing more than to feel the Kid’s gun-callused hands and sarcastic mouth on him again.

“Just about everything, I reckon.” There are traces of a blush again staining the Kid’s cheeks, despite the fact that he is naked in Heyes’ arms, and Heyes idly wonders how he has enough blood to keep up blush and erection at the same time.

“So - so you know - oh God, Kid - you know what I like...” Heyes has to bite his lip hard to stop himself from screaming as the Kid discovers the sensitive area at the hollow of his throat and applies his mouth to it. “So what do you want?”

The Kid continues in silence for a few moments. Heyes wonders if he will even attempt to answer the question, but he slides one hand down Heyes’ side to grip his ass, and looks meaningfully at him.

“You want to fuck me?” Heyes does his best to breathe as a wave of arousal crashes over him. But first he has to overcome the uncertainty in the Kid’s eyes.

“That is - I don’t rightly know - if - only if you want to... And, I know - I mean, I don’t know exactly what to do - and maybe - maybe it’s not such a good idea...”

Heyes puts an end to the Kid’s stuttering by leaning up to kiss him.

“I’ll tell you what to do. And God, Kid, if you knew how long I’ve been wanting this...” They kiss for long moments, just delighting in the sensation of having each other near.

“Kid, grab the oil there.”

“This?” The Kid rolls off Heyes reluctantly to pick up the bottle of gun oil lying on the table.

“Yeah, that’s it.” The Kid climbs back onto the bed, and Heyes spreads his legs to allow the Kid to kneel between them. The Kid stares down at him, his breathing hitched, and his eyes dark with desire. “Jesus, Heyes...” He leans down to claim his partner’s lips once more. “You look so good like this...” The kiss is so sweet and tender that it leaves Heyes dazed. He almost has to shake himself to refocus his brain on the situation at hand.

“Kid, dip your fingers in the oil there.” The Kid does as he instructs, “That’s it, get ‘em nice and slick.” Heyes lifts his left leg to place it over the Kid’s shoulder. “Now, slide one into me, go on, nice and slow...” The Kid has a look of intense concentration on his face which is absolutely endearing, as he slides one finger slowly into Heyes’ body.

Heyes lets out a shuddering exhale at the sensation, but continues to instruct the Kid. “That’s right, now move it around a bit.” The Kid duly moves, and suddenly hits Heyes’ sweet spot, making him buck up into his partner.

“What?” The Kid sounds apprehensive. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no..” Heyes gasps “There’s a sweet spot, you found it... Oh God, Kid, feels good...” He closes his eyes momentarily to try and get his body under control, but the Kid moves the same way, and hits that spot again. “There?” he asks, almost innocently.

“Yes! - uh - there...” Heyes is almost whimpering under the onslaught of sensation. “Kid, Kid, I ain’t going to last if you keep doing that.”

The Kid grins, but stops moving, waits for Heyes’ next instruction. “Use two fingers now,” Heyes’ voice is still shaky, which causes the Kid to grin even wider. “Scissor ‘em, stretch it out,” The Kid does so, slowly and gently, prompting Heyes to ask “Geez, Kid, you sure you never done this before?”

“Nope,” the Kid replies, still focused on the task at hand. “Try three fingers,” Heyes suggests. The Kid has big hands, and the third finger is a bit of a stretch, but Heyes knows that he’ll need it. He screws his eyes shut for a moment, willing his body to relax and accommodate the intrusion. When he opens them, the Kid’s blue eyes are filled with concern. “You ain’t hurting me Kid, I swear. Just takes a minute to get used to, that’s all.”

Finally, he’s relaxed around the Kid’s fingers, and he nudges his partner. “That’s enough. Do it, now.” The Kid’s eyes widen, and Heyes can feel him shaking as he grasps his cock to line it up with Heyes’ entrance. He pushes in oh-so-slowly, and they both groan as the head of the Kid’s cock pops past tight muscle.

The slow slide seems to continue forever, until finally Heyes can feel the Kid’s balls slap against his ass. “That’s it,” Heyes breathes. “You’re all the way in, Kid.” The Kid’s pupils are blown, as if he’d been smoking opium. He grasps Heyes’ hips tightly in his hands, as he begins to pull back again.

“God, Heyes...” The Kid’s normal calm drawl is trembling, his voice deeper than usual and rough with arousal. “You feel... So... Good...”

“So tight - so hot...” The Kid’s words send a further jolt to Heyes’ weeping cock, and he clenches fists in the bedsheets under him.

The Kid, taking his own initiative now, lifts Heyes’ other leg up onto his shoulder, and starts a rhythm, pulling out and thrusting back in. After a few thrusts it seems to occur to him to shift the angle, and aim for the small nub he discovered earlier.

Heyes can’t help the small cry that escapes his lips, when the Kid’s cock hits his sweet spot on the next thrust in. The Kid takes this cry as encouragement, and starts to move his hips faster, hitting that spot on each thrust.

“Heyes...” Heyes can barely register that the Kid is speaking to him through the waves of pleasure coursing through his body. The Kid’s voice is strained, whether from arousal or the effort of holding Heyes’ hips up to pound into him. “Heyes, talk to me... Tell me - tell me how it feels.”

“Oh Kid...” Heyes can only just about formulate the words, but he tries to, lets loose a stream of babble which may or may not make sense. “Kid, Jesus, Kid... It’s good - so good... Love how you feel inside me... God Kid, love your cock... Don’t - don’t stop Kid, please, please don’t stop... Need you - need you to fuck me... Please, Kid...”

Heyes’ words spur the Kid on, he finds a fresh burst of strength, to piston his hips faster and faster into Heyes’ willing body. Heyes’ words are cut off in a gasp as the Kid reaches one large warm hand between their bodies to stroke Heyes’ weeping cock.

Heyes comes within moments, stifling a scream by pressing his face into the Kid’s shoulder. The Kid follows almost immediately, tipped over the edge by the feeling of Heyes’ internal muscles squeezing around him. Pulse after pulse of the Kid’s come hits Heyes’ sweet spot, prolonging his orgasm, and leaving him breathless and exhausted when it’s all over.

The Kid collapses beside him, equally exhausted. Heyes just looks at him for a moment, still feeling how surreal it is that the Kid, whom he has wanted for so long is here beside him, wants him too. He reaches down to the end of the bed to pick up his undershirt and clean the come off their bellies with it, before snuggling down under the blankets.

The Kid is almost asleep, but he wakes enough to wrap one strong arm around Heyes and draw him close. “Love you, Heyes...” His voice is sleepy and slurred, but utterly full of love. “Love you too, Kid.” And they settle down to sleep.
 

And a quick double drabble.

Title: Gunslinger
Genre: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 200
Pairing: Heyes/Curry
Warning: Unbeta'ed. Also sort of gun!kink
Summary: The Kid is known as the fastest draw in the West. 

Kid Curry is known throughout the West as one of the fastest draws from San Francisco to Boston. The prestige is attached to the Kid’s name wherever they go, with just a mite of fear thrown in. Heyes knows that there is more to Kid Curry than just a gun arm. He knows the Kid’s unyielding patience, his stubborn streak, and his inherent chivalry, which charms every woman he meets.

There is still something about the sight of the Kid’s tanned, work-hardened hands moving to slide gun from holster and cock it all in one smooth lightning-fast movement that sends a thrill down Heyes’ skin.

That night in their hotel room, the Kid recognizes the smouldering in Heyes’ eyes, and begins to strip for his partner. When he reaches to unbuckle his gunbelt, Heyes puts out an arm to stop him. “Leave it.”

When Heyes turns over to let the Kid fuck him into the cheap hotel mattress, he can feel the holster slap against his thigh with each thrust. Heyes comes harder than he can ever remember coming before, with the Kid’s gun-callused hand wrapped around his cock, and the feel of leather against his backside.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Wow! That was hot! Been a while since anybody has posted a new story here- can't wait to read more from you! Keep it up!

[oscarwilde666.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Loving this fandom so hopefully there will be more :)

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the fandom - I enjoyed voyeur Kid Curry :D

[oscarwilde666.livejournal.com]

Thank you :) I quite enjoyed him too ;) We all know the Kid just couldn't resist the sight of a very debauched Hannibal Heyes. Who could? :)

[dawnebeth.livejournal.com]

The drabble--I can easily imagine Heyes getting turned on when Kid draws, and fires--and then does the same with his cock.

[oscarwilde666.livejournal.com]

I know, I just love when the Kid draws, to the point of rewinding my DVDs to watch him draw over and over again :p so I had to put it in fic somewhere :)

[granderobino.livejournal.com]

Hurray for new fans and for glorious new fic.

[oscarwilde666.livejournal.com]

*blushes* Glad to join the fandom :)

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

New fic is always welcome! It's fun reading about these boys.

[oscarwilde666.livejournal.com]

Thanks :) Hope to write some more, I'm loving this fandom :)

[jekesta]

Oh, this is fabulous!:):) I love Kid Curry spying on Heyes and then going back to bed to wait for him!LSKjldkf. Mmmm. And this:

Heyes tastes like whiskey and gunpowder, and is as intoxicating as both.

is just lovely, as is Kid Curry being so very very good at kissing. ::loves::

[oscarwilde666.livejournal.com]

Aah, your comment made me smile :) Thank you!

And ya just know the Kid would be an awesome kisser... Look at the saloon girls who jump in his lap. I admit I was also a little bit tickled by my mother telling me how scandalous this show was when she watched it when it first aired (in 1970s Ireland) BECAUSE the Kid (and Heyes) were unmarried men, kissing unmarried women :)

[(Anonymous)]

Phew! That is so hot! Great to read some new slash

[hardboiledbaby]

Yay for more cowboy love!! Thanks for sharing :)

[(Anonymous)]

You're welcome! :) Love your icon, btw

[hardboiledbaby]

Tis pretteh, isn't it? georgiesmith's lovely work :)

[renbyrnes.livejournal.com]

That was amazing. Thank you for that lovely bit of slash. I don't even generally think of Heyes & Curry in the slash sense, but that fic was so wonderful you may have converted me.

[oscarwilde666.livejournal.com]

Glad to spread the slashy love :) i just always thought that Heyes and Curry had really nice chemistry in the series, and there was some lovely affectionate moments there :) And my brain translates it into slash :p Hence the above. Thanks for your comment!

[kassidy62.livejournal.com]

The thing that made the most impact for me is the sense of longing from both Kid and Heyes. Really nice:)

[oscarwilde666.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it! I love fics with some nice UST, so I'm glad that came across :)