nsfw harlan

Raylan should have put a stop to the whole thing the moment words that were too dirty for a work day started to slip from Tim's mouth. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Tim's hand rubbing himself through his jeans and Raylan's felt too tight and uncomfortable. It was when Tim's hand snaked over to Raylan's side, rubbing him through worn denim, that Raylan thought he might veer right off the road.

"Gutterson," he growled softly, "I get us into an accident on the way to Harlan, you're gonna be the one explainin' to Art what happened."

But that didn't stop the what Tim had in mind and Raylan could figure it out easily enough when Tim worked open the button and fly to slip a hand inside.

He had to fight to keep his eyes on the road when Tim eased over slowly, bending himself over the center console. The first swipe of Tim's tongue over the length of his cock brought a sharp "fuck" from his lips and he was grateful for the empty stretch of road leading from Lexington to Harlan because he might have slammed them into on coming traffic.

Raylan shifted his position, trying to make it easier for Tim to slip his mouth over hard flesh. Fingers of his right hand tangling in the sniper's hair while the left gripped the steering wheel hard. It wasn't the first time someone'd gone down on him in the middle of a drive, but the first when he'd been on the clock.

Unable to focus on the road any longer, Raylan pulled over to the side, putting the seat back just a little bit more for comfort.