five times kissed // @oltrickstre - selectively accepting
𝐈.—————— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 - 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒? 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆. it was those brown eyes that made him weak in the knees. strong, full of life and love, 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒’𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, and he imagined more beautiful than anything to come, he was left powerless to his charms. when their eyes met he felt as though the air had been stripped from his lungs, he’d gasp for air, trying to keep his composure — he found himself gazing into his eyes passionately, while the older would tell stories of his adventures — he seemed so wise and mature for his age, and he was so handsome, his face, perfectly chiseled, he was 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 - had dutch cared more for wrongs and rights he may have reprimanded himself for falling deeply and quickly for this man, he cared more for the romantic undertones their meeting had. he claimed he was from france? the man was brilliant, and alluring… and oh so fascinating, dutch was already captivated. he’d only known the man for less than 24 hours but he felt as though he knew him for ages, laughing around the campfire, the man had so many stories to share. dutch was still new to living as an outlaw, he was nearing 20 now. it had been 4 years since he left home, he’d never mentioned it to hosea — at least not that he could recall, he was drowning himself in the whiskey they’d robbed together from an unsuspecting stagecoach. dutch was living in bliss — 𝒽𝑒’𝒹 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒽𝑒’𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 - HE FELT COMPLETE. he’d never known a love quite as beautiful as this one. he’d ramble on about how they’d become the most notorious outlaws. a whiskey bottle in his hand while he flailed his arms around drunkenly - dutch always loved his speeches; he caught a glance of the older man smiling at him, that smile that made his heart flutter, he lost balance and fell gracefully to the ground, he’d given a smile in return and offered him the bottle - that was it. a kiss shared, indirectly, but the importance of it never left the young mind of dutch. he watched, face flushed, smiled faded - a look of guiltless lust with a touch of innocence as he watch the man drink from his bottle of whiskey he quickly came to admire . he cherished it, and later he would dream of that smile, 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑛.
𝐈𝐈.—————— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐃, 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍. after successfully escaping their jail cells and evading the law, the two men settled at a camp, comfortably distanced from any officers or bounty hunters - they broke into laughter. dutch was relishing the moment, seeing the smile brought to hoseas face and the tears that touched the corners of his eyes, there was nothing more rewarding in life, listening his laugh, he never truly realised how much he loved the small moments they shared together. they laughed themselves to tears, reminding each other of the best moments from their GRAND ESCAPE - hurling around the clothes of sheriff carmichael, causing more fits of laughter — passing bottles of whiskey around, singing songs around their temporary camp, AND SOON indulging in the pleasures of each others company, his lips lightly brushing against the other mans, he could smell the whiskey and nicotine on his breath, somehow it made the urge to enrapture him stronger. he bit his lower lip, the sounds escaping hoseas mouth were almost heavenly. slipping his leg in between hoseas he kissed him passionately. his hand finding its way to the back of hoseas neck — it was when he began to realize that the love he had for hosea may go beyond friendship, it may, in fact, go beyond anything he’s ever known, he felt himself desperately wanting to be closer to him, he wanted to feel his skin against his own — longing to make love to him in front of the roaring fire under the stars in the night sky. as the night went on, kisses were stolen, articles of clothing were removed — liquor was consumed, bottle after bottle until they could no longer hold themselves back from appeasing their sexual appetites. when he woke the next morning he found himself covered in bruises and love bites — it was a similar situation for hosea, who was lying next to him, their clothes scattered around the campsite he took a moment to admire the man’s body, unclothed, pale, he was soft. his fingers ran down the curve of his back — he smiled, and pressed a kiss to the man’s head — 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔. he was sure he said it enough last night. gently pressing his lips to hoseas ear he whispered, proclaiming his love for him once again.
𝐈𝐈𝐈. —————— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. he refused to believe it. 𝒿𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓃𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓂 - hosea was happy, he tried to convince himself that it was enough for him to feel happy too, but to no avail. he’d stay up in his tent, angrier than he’d ever been. forcing himself to sleep through his rage and hoping it was all just a terrible nightmare or that at the very least his anger would subside - only for it to be made real and infuriating when he was awakened to the empty bed in hoseas old tent. he felt abandoned, discarded for a woman, who hosea claimed to love, suddenly his self-importance was damaged, he began drinking more at night, keeping a bottle close by to keep himself from random outbursts of rage towards his friends and family that still remained. he watched as everyone retired for bed, sitting at a table, drink in hand, he’d say goodnight to them, taking another swig he continued to laugh and say goodnight until he was left in silence, alone with his thoughts. his mind which was drowning in memories of him. there was no comfort, no escape from the pain he felt - but alone was when he was most vulnerable, he hung his head on the table and silently sobbed — he never wanted to admit that he missed him. he felt so lonely, the camp was never the same without him — his best friend, his partner; it took moments like these for him to acknowledge his feelings for the other man, the emptiness stemmed from him not only leaving but taking dutch heart with him when he did, the broken thing and he remained an empty shell, longing to feel whole again. pulling the picture from his pocket, stroked it, feeling bitterness twisting his expression. he couldn’t bring himself to speak… he just gasped for air, it was patheitc… he pressed his whiskey stained lips to the picture, staying there for a moment before pulling it away and staring at the man’s photo ‘ i miss you friend. hosea… ‘ he whispered before, weakly pulling himself to his feet - he refused to be found a drunken mess in the morning.
𝐈𝐕. —————— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄. 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄, 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑. 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄. he watches him, his eyes soften and sadden, noticing how his friends body just collapse to the ground after he staggers for a moment — he’s drunk again. every since her passing his dear friend couldn’t be found sober. it’s was as though he couldn’t live with the idea of being sober in a world where his wife wasn’t, and it tore dutch to pieces — he didn’t want to make it about himself, he wanted for his friend to heal, recover from his shattered heart — even though he had no love for the woman, hosea means everything to him, and he wanted nothing but to see him smile again. he made his way to the man, kneeling over to lift him, tossing hoseas arm over his shoulder and gripping his waist he pulled the man to his feet. ’ come on old friend. ’ he’d dealt with this for months now, pulling him from the ground where he landed after one too many bottles of whiskey and beer — he was a wreck, and dutch could never bring himself to berate hosea for his behavior, he couldn’t imagine how badly he was hurting… he laid hosea down into his bed and grabbed his hand. ’ it’ll pass friend…’ he whispered, pressing hoseas hand to his lips, kissing his hand quietly. ’ it will pass. ’ but until then he would continue to support him, and drag him to his bed every night if need be until his friend could function once again.
𝐕. —————— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 !! 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋. it was a dream. it has to be. he was there. ’ what a mess we’ve gotten ourselves into. ’ he voiced to hosea with such grief lingering in his tone. he was gripping hoseas hands as tight as he possibly could ’ but… i will get us out of this hosea. you’ll — ’ swallowing hard — this is a nightmare… ’ we’re gonna be just fine, old girl. ’ he gives a soft smile before pressing his lips against hoseas softly but passionately, remaining there for a while, moving a hand to cradle his face — he was so cold… why was he so cold ?? 𝐍𝐎… he took a step back, his hands still desperately holding hoseas ‘ … hosea? ‘ his voice was so weak — he was so lifeless… and red was now covering his torso. ’ n… no, not you. you can’t go. ’ his eyes wet with tears he refused to let fall, due to his disbelief, he couldn’t cry. the man in front of him started to vanish, leaving nothing but a pool of blood where he stood. he awakened, in a pool of sweat, with his face wet with tears — it was all too real now… he’d made a grave mistake — it ended with his better half dying, and he missed him with every passing moment. he’d never known pain… TRUE HEARTBREAK until now.
