#clayton sharp

May I request a wee little snippet for Clayton and Mason? I just got so excited when I say yer post!!! Happy Samhain my friend and dinnae mess with the otherworld.

Stay safe!

Hello hello!! Heck yes!! A lil silly hallowe'en UnDeadwood snippet for you <3 (this is a modern au XD) And thank you, Happy Samhain to you too!!! -- "You can't be a cowboy for Halloween every year, Clayton!" Matthew hollered, bending over the bathroom sink to clumsily sweep glittery eye shadow across one of his eyelids. Miriam had offered to come over and help, but he'd insisted he could do it by himself.

"An' why the hell not?" Clayton yelled back from the bedroom. "It's a good costume!"

Matthew eyed his reflection critically, then dabbed more eye shadow on. "It's a lazy ass costume when you're basically a cowboy in real life. All you do is grab a lasso and call it a day!"

"Would you rather I grab a whole-ass horse to ride next time?"

"Or you could just wear the fuckin' costume I made for you!"

There was a low curse from the bedroom, then stomping footsteps, the thud of the already-open bathroom banging further open. "Christ, Matty, did you really have to fuckin' choose this, though? Thought you were opposed to blasphemy."

Matthew turned and grinned. Clayton leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, brow furrowed and mouth turned down in a scowl. He was wearing the costume Matthew had bought for him, with a little bit of Miriam's help - tight red leather pants, a red satin waistcoat, and of course, the red horns situated on top of his head. No shirt under the vest to speak of, those gorgeous arms on full display. He made a handsome devil, and Matthew's hands itched to explore the bare skin just visible at his waist.

"Well don't you look handsome," Matthew purred. He gave up and strode over, sliding his hands onto Clayton's hips, letting his fingertips slip under the edge of the waistcoat. "And you say red isn't your colour."

"It ain't," Clayton grumbled, letting Matthew tug him into a kiss. "Could've gone with black instead."

"Red is much better," Matthew laughed. "Black just makes you look like a gangster who lost his shirt."

The look Clayton was giving him turned exasperated. "I could just put on a shirt, Matt. Since it's fucking October, and I ain't twenty goddamn years old anymore."

"Hell no." Matthew squeezed his bicep, grinning when Clayton rolled his eyes. "Suns out guns out, Mister Clay."

Clayton eyed him. "… then how come you're wearin' a shirt?"

"Because angels don't dress to tempt others," Matthew said primly. Like Clayton, he was wearing trousers, and a vest, but in pure white. A white dress shirt, a halo, and the glittery eye shadow completed the look. "Obviously."

"Never knew a preacher would be such a dirty liar," Clayton laughed. "You just wanna oggle me, ain't that right?"

Matthew's grin grew. "Darlin', of course I want to oggle you." Then he gave Clayton puppy dog eyes. "But also Ms. Trudy from the church is gonna be there, and she doesn't believe that I have a hot younger husband since you never come to the Sunday Service."

"Younger by six fuckin' months Matthew, good lord." Clayton dragged a hand through his hair, scowling when the motion got interrupted by the demon horns. "Fuck it. Fine." He pointed his finger at Matthew. "I'll come and be your hot demon husband for the night. But you owe me."

Matthew laughed, and stepped back to the mirror, picking up the glittery blush. He wanted glitter on his cheekbones, too. "It's a deal."