#rodeo au

You were born a city girl. Bustling streets and sirens from various types of emergency vehicles were a background noise you were used to and bike paths along a river were about as outdoorsy as it got. 

So when you’d moved to a city wedged between the foot of the mountains and the wide open ranchlands, you began to learn more about this more adventurous outdoor life you’d only heard about online. 

While the city part was still very much your typical, urban environment with a vibrant downtown surrounded by sprawling suburbia, the people you met seemed to be drawn to a place with all the city comforts within close proximity to the great outdoors. 

It was hard to make friends in a place like this. People seemed to come and go, an almost transient environment where people would spend a year or two, and either go back to where they came from or become assimilated into the weird dueling cultures: working 5 days a week and then galavanting off to the mountains to hike, fish, ski, camp, or partake in any other of the endless adventure activities that was the norm here.

It seemed people would move to and from here in waves, finding roommates among each other to lower the cost of living in a place like there where salaries weren’t quite up to par compared to other cities in your country. 

After all, a place like this was a place people went out of their way to move and companies knew it, undercutting new hires knowing there’d be another wave of transplants to take their place who would work anywhere to live within proximity to such a world renowned outdoor paradise where leagues of travelers made their summer vacations. 

And while the mountains were their own bustling oasis with their natural beauty, the city was also in the heart of cowboy country. Ranches sprawled across thousands to millions acres of ruggedness where cattle and sheep roamed across the land amongst which tiny towns were sprinkled between vast expanses of nothing but prairie grasses blowing in the constant breeze.

It was quite a mashup of lifestyles, everybody seeming to loathe the others for preconceived reasons and reputations that preceded them. Thanks to the internet, lumping large groups of people into categories without any regard for their individuality had never been easier, an almost mob-like mentality driven by rumors of “things you heard” from friends who mingled in the same worlds. 

Truth be told, these subsets of people barely ever crossed paths, never having an opportunity to truly witness and experience the lives of those in these other groups. 

This is exactly where you found yourself however as you are seated in your roommate's truck with your other friends, driving north towards what she referred to as the “Daddy of em’ All”.

Aka, a fucking rodeo three hours north in the next state over in the middle of the summer.

“Not too much farther now!” Shoko exclaims as you cross the state line, noticing a mile marker sign whiz by the window as your group barrels both along the highway. You could tell the closer she got to her hometown, the more talkative and animated she was getting.

The complete opposite of you…the landscape became more and more barren, nothing but mountains to your left and dry, desolate prairie on your right, broken up by barbed wire fencing delineating various plots of land. 

“Are those cows?” you ask, pointing to some black specs out in the distance.

“Mhmm, mainly beef cattle out here,” Shoko responds, adjusting the air conditioning in the car.

“That is such a city person thing to ask,” Nanami laughs at you from the back seat.

Your roommates. They’d had a room open up in their three bedroom apartment in the heart of downtown, exactly the location you had wanted to be when looking for a place to live. They’d seemed like kind, down to earth people and the rent was much cheaper than the bigger city you had moved from, so it had been a no brainer in your eyes.

Shoko was from a ranching family in the town you were driving towards. She’d stayed in the City after going to college there, opting to not move back to the rural area. 

Nanami was in finance at an investment banking firm in the City, having met Shoko in college as well. Their old roommate, Geto, had moved back to his and Shoko’s hometown when his dad started getting older and needed more help tending the ranch. 

Your suspicion about them had been right, thinking you couldn’t have gotten luckier with the friends you’d ended up with. They teased you about your standoffish city girl demeanor, but had welcomed you with open arms, including you in their daily lives and helping you get used to the new City. 

“Are you excited to be going home?” you ask Shoko.

“I guess. It’s so boring, there’s a reason I didn’t want to move back after school. It’s nice to visit I suppose,” she laughs, taking the exit on your right towards town.

“Yeah, there sure isn’t much to see that’s for sure. Does it get more interesting?” Nanami pipes up as the car slows to a stop at a traffic signal.

“I mean, define interesting. There’s a Main Street we have to drive through to get to my parents’ place,” Shoko giggles.

You try to pull up your Maps app, but realize you have exactly zero service, opting to look around instead as the car starts moving again.

Clearly this rodeo was the biggest thing to talk about because there were signs and banners everywhere welcoming visitors. Almost every building you passed seemed run down with dilapidated parking lots that barely had any striping. Even the people you saw every now and then seemed like they were from a foreign country, relaxed jeans and t-shirts with rusted out trucks; a wild difference from the more image conscious city people you were used to. 

Even Shoko, who calls this place home, still has a trendy bobbed hairstyle and high end sunglasses. You’d never even suspect her being from here. 

Nanami just looks like your typical, cliche Patagonia ad, the poster child of a stereotypical outdoorsy man that lives in your City. Normally on any given weekend he’d be in the mountains chasing trout in his fly fishing attire and camping along an unnamed stream. 

The town is obviously crowded and becoming inundated with visitors as the small Main Street starts to become more like your commute with the stop and go traffic. 

“Ugh! Damn traffic is crazy!” Shoko whines, smacking the steering wheel as you sit through another cycle of a traffic light, watching people bustle around on the sidewalks going to one of the little diners and dive bars scattered around. 

“Is this normal for this weekend?” Nanami asks calmly, smirking at Shoko’s outburst.

“Unfortunately. The city folk all converge on town while the various people from the rural areas also make the trek over, and of course there’s only so much parking and places for them to stay,” she explains, finally getting through the stoplight and getting out of the main area of town, the crowd beginning to thin out again. 

“Normally they have everyone park at huge fields and parking lots outside the city and then they bus them over to the festival area. But right now when everyone is arriving, there’s not much you can do about it.” 

You both hum in response, the town quickly morphing back into wide open grasslands and barbed wire fences as you presumably get closer to Shoko’s family’s land.

“This is us!” she exclaims, turning down a dirt road with a fancy wooden archway beckoning you all towards her driveway. You stare wide eyed out the window, dust obscuring your view as the car shakes and rocks on the unpaved surface. 

Pulling up to a modest farmhouse, you realize a rolling suitcase wasn’t the best thing to bring as you take note of the hard packed dirt when you get out of the car. The house is set up on a hill overlooking what seems like infinite prairie extending in all directions, the tall grasses rippling like waves as the wind cuts across the land.

“Wow this is beautiful,” you say to Shoko as she comes to stand next to you. 

It’s beautiful in a mysterious and empty way, feeling like you’re staring at everything and nothing all at once, eyes searching for something that you can’t put your finger on. 

Perhaps it’s the way you feel wildly out of place that is contributing to your current worldview, seeing for miles isn’t something you’re used to, it’s almost too freeing.  You almost appreciate having boundaries and walls to guide you along through life, keeping you from straying into unfamiliar and uncomfortable situations. 

Like right now as Shoko’s parents are greeting you all and being so friendly it’s almost alarming. They guide you all to a guesthouse in the back yard where you all will have your own space for the weekend. 

Farm dogs abound and the smell of manure starts to hit you like a truck as the breeze blows just right.

“Welcome to the country,” Shoko laughs at you, clearly unable to hide the disgust on your face. 

“This can’t be something you miss,” Nanami chimes in.

“Fuck no, when you live here you don’t even notice but now? Very apparent,” Shoko shuts the door behind the three of you. The house is quaint, plenty of space for everyone with a nice living room and kitchen area. 

“So what’s the plan for the weekend?” Nanami asks as he sits down after unpacking. Everyone had put their belongings away and were now reconvening in the living room.

“Tonight we are gonna go to one of the bars in town. It’s kind of the place to go during Rodeo weekend for both locals and the pros. Thankfully I know the owner so we’ll be able to get right in!” Shoko says excitedly, texting while talking. 

“Will Geto be there?” Nanami asks.

“Yeah he’s coming too! That’s who I’m texting now.”

“Yes!” Nanami shares a rare moment of excitement. 

“When you say the pros, do you mean like the rodeo participants?” you ask, a little wary of not fitting in with the rest of the crowd.

“Mhmm, like the pro cowboys and cowgirls as well as the folks vying for the amateur events. Mainly locals.”

You swallow hard, suddenly not feeling very excited. Going to the festival and rodeo events was fine, but being forced to mingle with these country folk was not appealing. They just seem…so…

Uneducated? Closed minded? Old fashioned? 

All of the above? 

They’re the type of people your friends would make fun of when you were younger with their thick accents and uncivilized ways of life. 

“Don’t worry, they’re usually pretty down to earth people, you’re friends with me right and that’s the world I came from,” Shoko interrupts your thoughts. She was different though, you both could flame the other for their lifestyles and not get offended, but you knew everyone wasn’t as easy going as her. 

“You’re you though,” you laugh, making her roll her eyes.

“Yeah and? I’m sure when you first met me you were judging hard, but once you got to know me your opinion changed. Get out of your prissy, stuck up city mindset and try to relax a little,” she chuckles. 

“Bitch,” you giggle.

“You can hang out with me, I’m not exactly a country boy myself,” Nanami butts in, making you feel a little better. 

Two hours later, you’re all back in Shoko’s car and heading back into town. 

Nanami is in a checkered, collared shirt and jeans giving just a hint of cowboy attire while still maintaining his clean cut appearance.

Shoko went full cowgirl with a jean mini skirt and cowgirl boots, embracing her roots. She wears it well though.

You on the other hand refused to do cowgirl cosplay because there was literally not a bone in your body that leaned that way, so you wore a chic going out outfit that was typical for you on a night out. 

Would you stand out? 

Probably. 

But at least you felt confident in one way or another and quite frankly, would look better than everyone else. 

After a short ten minute drive back into town, you’re parked and walking towards a bar and even from down the street you can hear the most god awful country music. 

Great, just what you needed, loud ass twangs as background noise for the in person accent you’re sure are going to give you a damn headache by the end of the night.

The sidewalk is dotted with people already drunk and smoking cigarettes, clearly well on their way to getting fucked up.

The three of you walk in the door and are met by a packed establishment. The lighting is dim, the floor is sticky, and there are animals mounted all over the wall like a damn museum. 

The music is loud but the crowd is louder, groups of girls in cowgirl boots are scattered about, laughing loudly with men in cowboy hats interspersed, trying to shoot their shot. Some kind of dance floor is around the corner where the live band sits off to the side. People seem to be enjoying dancing to some disgusting song that must be popular because drunk screeches can be heard trying to sing along. 

Shoko leads the way towards a table where you recognize their old roommate, Suguru Geto, sitting with an extremely attractive white haired man that looks way too pretty. He’s wearing jeans with a huge belt buckle and a gingham shirt that looks to be some silky material with the buttons undone to show off his toned chest.

Well hello, maybe tonight won’t be too bad after all. 

“You made it!!” Geto calls out to your group, Shoko jumping into his arms before smiling at the white haired man who also hugs her. 

“You remember her right?” Shoko says your name to Geto while gesturing at you. 

“I do, thanks for subletting for me, I was scared I was gonna be stuck with two rents when I went to move,” he says loudly, clearly buzzing a little bit. 

“No problem, it worked out really well!” you answer, noticing he’s dressed similarly to Nanami. 

The old roommates seem to be focused on catching up, leaving you to sit next to the white haired man.

“You’re definitely not from around here huh?” he laughs, looking up at you with the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen, damn near taking your breath away. 

“Is it that obvious?” you smirk, grabbing a cup and pouring yourself a beer from the pitcher on the table. 

“Uhhh, yeah, very,” he chuckles. 

“Satoru Gojo,” he holds his hand out, shirt sleeves unbuttoned and cuffed, showing off his forearms. 

You introduce yourself, noticing his firm handshake and rough palms. 

“So are you an actual farm guy or what?” you ask him.

“Farm guy?” he bursts out laughing. “No, I didn’t grow up on a fucking farm.”

“Oh, well I didn’t know, I just assume if you’re dressed for the part on a rodeo weekend, the odds are good that you're not from the city,” you retort, sipping your beer. 

He flutters his lashes, looking down at you with an amused smirk.

“You have no idea who I am, do you? Or really anyone here?”

You look back at him, cocking your head in confusion. 

“Umm, no. Should I?” 

“No, you shouldn’t,” a deep, rough voice sounds from behind you, making you almost inhale your beer in surprise.

“Excuse me?” you retort, turning around to find the source of those fighting words was a tall, broad man dressed like everyone else in this stupid place. 

His eyes narrow, brow furrowing as he meets your gaze, a slight smirk on his face.

“You heard me. No, you shouldn’t know anyone because that’s what city bitches like you do. Just show up without a care in the world, not knowin’ a lick about any of this. Getting your pictures for social media, pretending to be a cowgirl for a few days, and then disappear until next year,” the man drawls, speaking annoyingly slow with a hint of a twang. 

“Wow, you’re a real gem,” you roll your eyes, crossing your arms in annoyance. 

“Easy Sukuna, you’re supposed to ride the bulls, not be ornery like one,” Gojo laughs, shaking his head. 

Ride the bulls?

“Wait, are you all…”

“Rodeo cowboys? Yes sweetheart, that’s what I was getting at before he lashed out for no reason,” Gojo says smoothly, making the pink haired man…Sukuna…grit his teeth in annoyance. 

“Tch, more like pay to play rodeo cowboy,” Sukuna growls, sitting down next to you and glaring at Gojo. 

“Well, this cowboy has gotten the best of you quite a few times this season on the circuit,” Gojo teases back, making you laugh at how obvious it is that he’s trying to get under Sukuna’s skin. 

“I’m gonna go take a piss, you’ll be safe with Sukuna even though he might continue to verbally assault you,” Gojo stands up, sauntering away. 

No! Please, don’t leave me with this oaf, you think to yourself. You pour yourself another beer, then glance back up at Sukuna. 

“Are those face tattoos?” you blurt out, realizing your brain didn’t send the command to keep it in your thoughts only. 

Sukuna smirks, the black markings moving with his jaw.

“Sure are. They’re kinda my brand,” he responds, tracing one jaw tattoo with his finger. 

“Brand?” 

“Yeah. Gotta stand out somehow to garner fans your way. Sponsorships and shit don’t just go to anybody,” he leans back in the chair, spreading his legs, accidentally nudging your knee.

“Don’t you think you take up enough room as it is?” you snap, jerking your leg away and crossing it over the other. 

“No. You’re in my way, so move if it bothers you so much.” His grin is starting to get annoying, tempted to slap the smug look right off his face. 

“I was here first!” 

“No, I was. You just happened to show up while I was up doing something,” Sukuna says in an irritated tone. 

That’s what is pissing you off even more. His words are harsh and brazen while his body language is hinting at something more playful and teasing. 

You notice your friends all on the dance floor, a place you didn’t dare want to end up in but now given this annoying man was gracing you with his presence, you were trying to decide which was worse. 

“Whatcha wanna drink? It’s on me,” his deep voice jars you as he flags down a waitress.

“No thanks, I’ll get my own,” you respond coolly, ordering a strong cocktail to help loosen you up. 

He pulls the waitress around to him, making her giggle and blush, clearly smitten with him touching her. Poor lady. 

“Put hers on mine, and I’ll also get us each a shot of patron,” you hear him murmur, slipping some bills into her apron. 

Whatever. If he’s this desperate to spend his money on some girl he just blatantly insulted, that’s on him. You’ll just reap the benefits. 

“So what’s your name and why are you here?” Sukuna pulls your attention back to him after the waitress leaves.

You introduce yourself again, noticing he is in fact, very focused on your words, red eyes glinting as the dance floor lights flash. 

“I’m here because my roommate is from here and invited us to come along. Would I ever take the initiative to come on my own? Probably not. But hey, trying new things and all I guess,” you finish speaking, eyes trailing to those sharp jaw lines and cheekbones of his. 

Noooo, why does he have to be hot? Why are these country boys suddenly attractive to you? 

“Hmm, I see,” he says. The waitress comes back with a tray, two cocktails and two shots.

“I’m not taking that with you,” you bark at him as he moves one of the shots right in front of you. 

“And why not? Here’s to worlds colliding, see it as a peace offering,” he drawls.

“A peace offering? More like trying to get a girl drunk,” you retort, picking up the shot and inspecting it.

He gives you an aggravated look.

“Well, unlike your type of guys, I’m not into that, so you better check yourself brat.”

Brat? The fuck did he just call you? 

You roll your eyes, secretly relieved though. Maybe you can let your guard down a little compared to going out in a packed club in the city. 

“Fine. Cheers,” you hold up the shot glass, clanking it with his before downing it, the burning liquid making you cough. 

“Pretty good, now that wasn’t so bad was it?” Sukuna smiles, now picking up his other drink. 

“For now, no,” you crack a small smile, pulling your cocktail over. “So what, you ride cows for a living?” 

Sukuna chokes mid sip, just as a group of girls comes over, boots clacking on the ground. 

“Ryomen Sukuna??” they shriek, making your ears ring. It’s even more irritating that they’ve essentially caged you in as they ogle the tattooed man next to you. 

“Mhmm, that’s me,” he drawls, leaning back, not realizing he was resting his arm on the back of your seat.

The girls’ eyes narrow and give you a look. Fuck, they must think you’re ‘with’ him.

“Oh we aren’t together, I’m just waiting for my friends,” you wave your arms around in front of you, trying to drive home the point.

You try to tune them out as they flirt and banter with the man, noticing Sukuna doesn’t seem all that interested. Some of the vulgar shit coming out of their mouths is pretty audacious and a part of you feels bad for him being so objectified, but he’s rich and famous in this space, he can handle himself. 

Deciding to sneak away, you quietly rise and go the opposite direction, not even sure what your destination is, just that it isn’t in ‘all that’. 

An open barstool calls to you, so you perch atop it, able to have a pretty good view of the entire bar for prime people watching.

You’d talked to not one, but two pro rodeo participants! It’s a shame you couldn’t give less of a fuck, surely a cowgirl would have died to take your place. Sipping your drink, you watch groups of downright wasted guys  shooting their shots and girls chasing down what you can only assume are other pros. 

It’s not much different from a bumping club if you’re being honest, just with less brain cells, more gingham, and an obsession with horses. 

Swirling your drink around in its glass, you watch how a little whirlpool forms, sucking the mixing straws into it. Maybe it’s about time to go find your friends, the drink is starting to make you a little tipsy after ripping that shot with Sukuna, so the dance floor doesn’t sound that unappealing right now. 

Leaving your empty drink on the bar, you stand back up, using the stool to help steady yourself. Shoko and crew are taking part in some line dance, waving at you dramatically and dragging you out with her!

“Just watch me and follow my lead!” she slurs her words, clearly feeling the alcohol. You both giggle and laugh as you clumsily try to imitate her, causing Geto and Nanami to join in.

“Girl you are awful, but I respect the commitment,” Geto bursts out laughing as he catches you making a wrong movement and almost crashing into him. 

“I’m learning! At least I’m out here,” you snicker, trying to fall back into step with Shoko. The music is kind of catchy, some upbeat song about whiskey or some shit like that. You aren’t the only drunk girl trying to dance, so no one even bats an eye. 

The song changes again and you notice people are pairing off to start some fast paced partnered dance. You try to get away, surely not knowing at all how to do this, but Geto pulls you back.

“Nope, you’re not running away that easily,” he grins, “just follow me.”

His hands hold yours and slowly, he starts to move his feet in a pattern. After watching a few times, you start to move with him, catching on quickly. 

“Hey, I think I’m getting it!” you grin up at him, squealing when he twists you around. You have a blast, laughing and giggling with your clumsy movements, Geto not seeming to mind in the slightest.

“City girl has moves after all,” he sticks his tongue out as he laughs, slowing down as the song changes.

“Mind if I cut in?”

A familiar deep voice says, Geto looking up over your shoulder. 

“Sure thing, if the lady’s alright with it.”

You turn around and it’s Sukuna again! Did he just seek you out after you bailed on him?

“You owe me, leaving me to fend for myself like that,” he teases, holding his hand out for you. 

“You again?” you groan, nodding at Geto and taking Sukuna’s hand. It’s rough and calloused, pulling you against him, his other hand snaking around to rest on your lower back, pressing you flush against him.

“Me again,” his husky voice muses, making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as the metal of his belt buckle digs into the thin material covering your stomach. 

“I’d have figured so many girls worship you for your cow riding skills that you had that covered,” you look up at him.

“I don’t fucking ride cows you brat. Bulls and horses,” he twirls you once, almost aggressively, his strength pulling you back against him. 

“Same thing,” you mutter, grabbing his bicep after his sharp movement. 

Oh god, he’s fucking shredded, you think to yourself as you feel his flexed muscle under your hand, barely even able to grip it. Is it normal for these rodeo boys to be ripped like this?

You start to pay more attention to the way your body is pressed against his, noticing how there’s nothing squishy about him. Sukuna’s chest and abs are hard as a rock, his pecs flexing against his shirt as he moves. Hints of his cologne mixed with whiskey linger in the shared space between you.

“Definitely not the same thing at all, I don’t expect you to be an expert but I’d have assumed you’ve seen a picture of a horse or cow at some point in your life,” his fingers tighten their hold on your back.

“Of course I have. If you’re just going to talk down to me about farm animals then I don’t wanna dance with you,” you try to pull away, but of course you’re no match for him as he doubles down.

“Alright alright I’ll stop,” he chuckles, staring down at you with his crimson gaze, eyes roaming over your chest. 

This man is a piece of work. 

You glance over to see Shoko dancing with Gojo, both of them having a great time. 

Meanwhile you’re here with a man you’d swear was your biggest hater just moments ago. 

“So have you played in this rodeo before?” 

He bursts out laughing, his dimples are kinda cute.

“Play for the rodeo? Darling you need to learn the language,” he gives you one last twirl before the song ends. 

“Come,” he holds out his hand to lead you away, not really giving you much of a choice. 

He’s strangely alluring for being kind of a dick earlier. You can’t tell however if he’s being sincere now or if it’s all just a front to torment you again. 

For now, you’ll assume the former. It’s not like you have anything else to do.

Sukuna brings you back to your table, leaning back in his chair again, that shiny belt buckle displayed prominently on his waist.

“You here all weekend?” he asks as he takes a sip of his drink. 

“Yeah, leave Sunday night to head back home,” you answer, staring at the table below you. 

“Kay. Well, what do you know about rodeos?”

“Honestly? Not much. I know a bunch of men ride horses and bulls but other than that? Nothing,” you sigh, shyly looking up at him, expecting another roast.

“God I wanna just flame you, but I’ll play nice,” he teases, leaning towards the table, shoulder brushing yours. 

You just slap his bicep with the back of your hand, rolling your eyes while you stare expectantly at him.

“Out with it cowboy.”

“Okay, well to keep it simple, most rodeos have people buy in to compete and winners get prize money. Usually there’s a day of qualifying to see if you move onto the next rounds and if you do, you compete the next day. There’s different events, I do bronc and bull riding, sometimes steer wrestling but that’s more for fun. So my life is basically jumping to different events to try and win,” he says, brimming with genuine excitement. He clearly loves this…sport and cares about doing it well.

“So you’ll be competing tomorrow then?”

“Mhmm,” he hums. “Both broncs and bulls you wanna stay on for 8 seconds.”

“Eight seconds? That’s like nothing,” you scoff.

“Alright miss priss, you wouldn’t last a second on a bull, better yet, no way you’d get near one. That shit’s the hardest 8 seconds of your life, and then you have to get away from the thing when you’re done.”

You’d never really looked into this stuff at all, eight seconds seems like such a short time, but then again, on the back of a bull that’s taller than you, it probably feels like an eternity. 

“Tell you what. I’ll give you one of my VIP passes, come over after the events tomorrow afternoon and I’ll show you around,” he smirks, fishing out his phone and wallet. 

“Oh no that’s not necessary-“

“I insist. You will come meet me afterwards, it’s not really a question, sweets,” he says in a low, smooth tone, tossing a VIP ticket on the table at you.

“Is this your thing?” you answer as you fold it up and put it in your purse. “You come trolling for clueless girls the night before and lure them into some secluded bull haven?”

“Hah, you’re funny you know that? And the answer is no, I’m Ryomen Sukuna, more often the women come to me. Sometimes someone peaks my interest though, and for some reason you have.” 

Oh? You’re not sure if he’s being romantic or just speaking generally, so you let it go and just sip your drink to fill the awkward silence. 

“Welp, I’m gonna roll out. Early morning tomorrow and all,” Sukuna throws back his drink, standing up and stretching towards the ceiling. 

“I’m tired too,” you yawn, suddenly the long day of working and traveling has caught up to you. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, better be there when I’m done,” he gives you a sly grin, tipping his hat to you and proceeding to walk back towards the front, disappearing into the crowd.  

What the hell…you mutter to yourself, shoving your purse back over your shoulder. You can’t deny he’s hot, that's a given. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a man who’s nice to look at. 

Later that night, you and Shoko are giggling on your bed in the guesthouse.

“Wait, he gave you this?” she squeals, inspecting the VIP ticket Sukuna gave you.

“Yes! Said he’d ’show me around’ whatever that means. Probably some code for either humiliate me or try to sleep with me,” you say harshly.

Shoko folds the ticket back up and tosses it on the bed next to you.

“Well, he sure did spend an awful lot of time with you. I don’t know him really at all, only through Gojo and Geto, but I’ve never really heard bad things about him. It’s no secret that women throw themselves at him, but he doesn’t really have the reputation of sleeping around and being a fuck boy,” she explains, pulling out her phone.

You pull your phone out too, searching his name to see what comes up.

Lots of articles about rodeos, bulls, horses, and everything in between. You keep scrolling, coming across what looks like some magazine covers with partially unbuttoned shirts and cowboy hats, looking way too fine. 

Your thighs almost clench when you see how his lidded, crimson eyes look into the camera. He’s holding some kind of lasso and has on leather chaps overtop of his jeans. 

God help you.

Another article catches your eye…a tabloid about a breakup. You click on it, noticing the woman who looks like a model in a separate photo from Sukuna. It’s from years ago, but it definitely seems like it was very public, noticing comments on the stories insulting both of them.

Part of you feels bad, like you’re invading his privacy. Then again, if it’s public on the web…

“He has a breakup article online,” you say to Shoko. 

“Oh? Scoping him out?” she laughs, taking your phone so she can see. 

“Oh yeah I remember this. Really ugly back when it happened,” she murmurs, scrolling through. “The well put together city girls never really jive with the rodeo boys. Tale as old as time really. I’ve been following pro rodeo my whole life and have seen so many relationships like this burst into flames.”

“Hmm, interesting,” you sigh, closing out of the app and lying down in your bed.

“Should I use that VIP pass tomorrow?”

Shoko whips her head to look at you.

“Definitely! Those are hard to come by!”

“Well maybe I can just give it to you. This just isn’t really my thing, I feel like there’s someone who would enjoy this a lot more than me,” you mutter, feeling nervous. 

“Girl, he gave it to you. Also, as a rodeo virgin, I think it’ll be really cool for you to see all that. If you don’t like it, you can just leave and call me and I’ll come meet you,” Shoko encourages you gently. 

“I’ll think about it,” you respond, feeling your stomach turning at the thought. It could be cool though…you’d always felt like you played it too safe, afraid to try new things and interact with people different from your world. 

Shoko just gives you a knowing smirk.

“Yeah, you do that.” 

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Arthur blushed, lowering his head as a smile spread across his lips. “Only cause you were still a rookie.” He said, glancing back up at him once the heat had cooled in his cheeks. 

“C’mon,” Charles said, pushing off the wall and stepping in front of Arthur. 

“Where we goin’?” He asked, following after him. 

“Want to find out?” Charles smirked, glancing at him from over his shoulder. Arthur sighed, matching his pace as the two men walked along the dusty path back to where the rest of the riders were waiting. He had met Charles Smith almost four years ago, although it seemed like a lifetime ago. They had become quick friends after spending a lot of time together waiting for their turn in the arena. Both were bareback bronc riders, although if you asked Arthur, Charles was the superior of the two. 

Sure, Arthur had a few championships under his belt, and if it wasn’t for the love of the sport, he’d have quit a long time ago. It wasn’t about the titles, or the money, not to him. It was about those eight seconds. The moment when it was just him and the horse under him. When time stood still.

They walked down the rows, men stood with their horses, women too. All waiting for the big event. Waiting for a chance to show off in the arena.

“So what are we doing exactly?” He asked Charles. 

“Enjoying the scenery.” Charles responded, his eyes trailing down the rows of horses. Paints, Palominos, Mustangs, ready to run.

“You brought me back here to look at horses?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“I brought you to look at the best horses. Each one was bred for this, to be the best.” He said, a look of wonder flashed in his eyes. 

“You are easily entertained.” He hummed, shaking his head.

“Let’s make a bet.” Charles said turning to face him, “Would that entertain you?”

Arthur thought for a moment, “Depends on what’s on the table.” He said pursing his lips, “You ain’t gonna bet me outta my money.” His lips quirked up into a smirk

“No, no nothing like that.” Charles chuckled, shaking his head. “I was thinking something along the lines of, say I get the better score out of the two of us.” Charles said, taking a step closer. Wouldn't be too hard to do, Arthur thought. 

“Alright, let’s say you do.” He hummed.

“Then when we go out drinking tonight, which we will.” He said with a raised brow, “You’re buying.” Arthur rolled his eyes, letting out a low whistle. 

“You drive a hard bargain Mr. Smith.” He chuckled, shaking his head, “Suppose if I get the better time then you’d be buying?”

“That’d be right.” He nodded, grinning at him, “We have a bet?” He asked, holding out his hand. Before Arthur could clasp his hand, a higher pitched voice spoke up.

“We making bets, gentleman?” Both him and Charles turned to the sound of the voice. A woman, grinning up at them like the damn Cheshire Cat. 

Rodeo day. The best days in the whole year. Racing was your passion, barrel racing. Well technically horses were your passion, but barrel racing was fun, exhilarating. Pushing the horse under you to their limits, safely of course. Hell, they loved it as much as you did. You wouldn’t force a horse to do it if they didn’t enjoy it as much as you did. 

For the most part you bred them, but every now and again you’d get to throw your hat in the ring. You’d come to Arizona this time for the 100th anniversary Rodeo. 

One of your prized horses, Glory, had come with you this time. She was a damn fine horse, a beautiful pale yellow quarter. 

The only part you didn’t like about competition day was the damn waiting. You wanted them to get on it and start the show. 

But there was something to be said about the scenery. Cowboys, as far as the eye could see. You weren’t interested in the ones in the stands, and while the calf roping was impressive, you weren’t looking at them either. You wanted a rider. You weren’t picky, whether they be bareback bronc, saddle bronc or bull rider.

All you knew what some lucky cowboy out there was coming home with you tonight. And as it seemed, you might be taking two.

You couldn’t help yourself. Your ears perked up as soon as you heard the word, ‘bet’. Now you weren’t necessarily a gambler, but you did like a challenge. 

And the two men in front of you looked to be the perfect one. You placed your hands on your hips as you grinned at them, both larger than average, hopefully in every way.

“Ma’am.” The man with honey-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes said, tipping his hat. 

“Well?” You asked walking closer, “What are we betting on?” You asked, crossing your arms. 

”Arthur and I are betting on who’s score will be higher.” the darker man said, his thick braid hanging over his shoulder.

“Oh? What’s your event?” You asked.

“Bareback.” Arthur said, with a small nod. 

“Where are my manners?” You chuckled softly, shaking your head, “I’m y/n, y/n y/l/n.” You said, putting out your hand.

“Arthur Morgan.”

“Charles Smith.” You shook both the man’s hands, imagining how they might feel running down your body.

“Well gentleman, can I get in on your bet?” You asked, “I’m looking for a new PR. I’m hoping to get under 16.96 seconds.” You said with a smile.

“For barrel racing?” Arthur asked.

“Well what else could I be competing in?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. He blushed, his cheeks growing rosy, cute. 

“And if you beat your time?” Charles asked, smiling at you, his arms crossed over his broad chest. 

“Then you’ll be covering my tab tonight.” You grinned, looking at the two men. “But if I beat my time and win…” you trailed off, biting your lip. “Then I’ll take you both home, how does that sound?”

The men’s eyes widened, both of their eyes went to you before looking at each other. A silent conversation passed between them.

“Ma’am,” Arthur started, “I think you got a deal.” 

Arthur didn’t think his nerves could get any damn worse, and in walked the woman of his dreams, right next to the man of his dreams. He spit onto the ground, his hands wrapped around the bars of the chute as he watched the riders go in front of him. Most of them had done fairly well, only one had been disqualified. 

He was antsy, more than usual. Constantly rubbing the back of his neck like something or someone was burning a hole into him. 

But he wouldn’t look, wouldn’t dare. 

“Ready?” He looked up, the rider in front of him nodding as the door swung open. He watched the kid- he couldn’t have been more than twenty two- as he held on. The buzzer blared, and the two pickup riders flanked him. The kid climbed on, waving his hat to the crowd, a grin splitting his face. 

It was his turn now. He adjusted his grip on the riggings, his boots in the spurs. He took a deep breath, before nodding. The chute flew open, he forced his heels above the horse's shoulders, everything was muscle memory at this point. Knees up and down. The roar of the crowd muffled as time seemed to slow. His hand waved in the air, the rawhide creaked beneath his grip. He could feel the horse’s muscles shift under his thighs, his body thrown forward and back as it bucked. Through gritted teeth, he tightened his grip, his muscles straining and stretched. God, he was getting old.

BUZZ

The damn horse was still bucking. A pickup rider came up on his right, he grabbed his waist, pulling himself off his horse and behind him.

He jumped off near the chutes, his knees aching as he hit the dirt. He looked up at the screen, wiping the sweat from his face.

87.6

“Gonna be hard to beat.” Charles’ voice cut through the announcer's speech. 

His head snapped up to look at him. An easy smile tugged at Charles’ lips, his dark eyes shone like amber in the sunlight. 

“I’m sure you’ll find a way.” He mumbled, shielding his face as he tipped the brim of his hat down. He climbed out of the arena, pausing to watch Charles ride. 

He took a deep breath, almost more nervous for his ride than his own. His jet black braid hung down his back, swinging back and forth as he turned his head. He held his breath, watching as Charles' head dipped down. 

The chute swung open, the bronc bucking wildly as he moved around the arena. Charles was flawless, like the horse was an extension of himself. That’s what set him apart from other riders, riders like himself. Maybe he’d felt like that in his younger years, but now he just prayed he would remember how to stay on.

In a flash it was over, and he was sad to see it end. It was beautiful, the raw power in both Charles and the horse under him. 

His eyes snapped towards the screen.

88.2

He laughed, grinning as he looked to Charles. He wouldn’t mind paying for his drinks, not at all. If Charles was lucky, he’d be walking out here with the grand title. 

“Didn’t look too hard to beat!” Arthur chuckled, clapping Charles on his shoulder as he walked out of the arena. 

“Like hell it didn’t.” Charles chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m pretty sure I could hear my mother screaming from the stands.”

“I have no doubt about that.” He hummed, shaking his head.

“Nice riding boys.” That sweet, melodic voice filled his ears. He stopped dead in his tracks, almost tripping over his boots.

“Thanks.” Charles said, smooth as butter as he smirked down at you. Arthur swallowed thickly, heat creeping up his neck as his blood rushed south. 

“Make sure you two watch the barrel racing.” You smirked, winking at them as you walked past. Your wranglers hugged your ass, making him want to sink his teeth into it. If you won today, he might actually get the chance to.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

You watched the other girls go in front of you. One would cut it too close and turned a barrel. It was a bummer, all that hard work to go to nothing. Although that just meant less competition for you.

You patted Glory’s neck, she was as antsy as you were. 

“Almost time, girl.” You hummed. 

You looked up at the girl's time in front of you. 

17.2

Not bad. 

They opened the gates, and you slowly led Glory out into the arena. Her hooves moved quickly under her as you held the reins back. 

You had your eyes set on the first barrel, just waiting for the buzzer to come.

The sound filled the air, and you were off. Flying across the dirt as you guided the reins. She turned quickly around the first one, cutting it almost too close. You regained your balance, melding your front against her back as you leaned over her. She curved around the second barrel, heading down the dirt towards the last one. Your heart pounded against your chest as you skirted the last one, slapping the reins against her flank as you raced across the arena. You pulled her to a stop, panting as you looked back at the screen. 

No fucking way.

16.89.

You grinned, waving your hat to the audience before guiding her back to the other horses. As you rode her out of the pen, your eyes landed on two cowboys, each with a shit eating grin on their face.

You would be saving two horses tonight.

“You know, it ain’t fair that the poorest man out of the three of us is paying.” Arthur huffed, a teasing smile on his lips as his hand lazily wrapped around his glass.

You were positively buzzed, high on your win along with Charles’. You snickered, raising your own glass as you took a drink. 

Charles laughed, deep from his belly as he threw his head back. His hand clapping Arthur on the shoulder, nearly shoving him forward from the force of it.

“The poorest man? If I remember correctly I don’t own my own ranch.” He chuckled, his cheeks ruddy as he grinned at him. 

“That don’t make me any richer!” Arthur laughed, shaking his head. You hummed to yourself, your gaze flicking from one to the other.

“So how’d the two of you get into circuits?” You asked, resting your elbows on the table, subtly pushing your breasts forward, wondering if they’d take the bait. Arthur’s eyes flicked from yours to your chest. Clearing his throat as he looked away. Charles smirked, holding your gaze.

“My dad was a part of it when he was younger, not to this level but…” Arthur shrugged, taking a swig from his glass. “Growing up there wasn’t much to do but work and ride.”

“And you?” You asked, finding Charles' piercing gaze.

“We always had horses. Thought I could make a living doing something I loved.” He said as he shrugged his broad shoulders.

Heat flooded your body as you sipped your drink, although you didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or their heated looks. 

“What about you?” Arthur asked, clearing his throat.

“Well I was in 4H for a while, my grandparents had a horse and I just became obsessed.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I was that weird horse girl in school.”

“But it paid off didn’t it?” He asked, raising his glass.

“I guess it did.” You smiled, clinking your glass against his and Charles'. “I love racing, but I love horses more. I own a little place and breed them for the most part. It’s a small operation but it keeps the bills paid and I don’t have to sit behind a desk.” 

“Hear, hear.” Charles chuckled, taking a long swig. 

Arthur waved over the waitress, handing her his card as he leaned back in his chair.

“Eager?” You teased, biting your lip.

“Wha- no! No ma’am just-“ He went beet red, letting out a sigh. “Just making sure I don’t forget to pay our tab.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. 

Charles chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh you wanna chime in Charles?” 

“No, no I’m perfectly content.” He mused.

“Well I’ll admit it then.” You said, tipping your glass back as you finished what was left, “Which one of you has the room with the bigger bed?”

The men looked at each other.

“I got a queen in mine.” Arthur said, clearing his throat.

“California king.” Charles smirked, following suit as he downed his whiskey.

“Course you do.” Arthur said, rolling his eyes.

“Ain’t a competition boys,” You chuckled, “just wanna make sure they’ll be room enough for all of us.” You smirked, looking between the two of them.

“Oh, they’ll be room sweetheart.” 

The three of you quickly left the bar, you were glad that Arthur was thinking ahead with paying his tab. Charles’ hand wrapped around your waist, his fingers splayed over your skin. Arthur’s fingers linked through yours, his cheeks ruddy as you all walked back to Arthur’s pickup. 

Arthur got into the driver seat as Charles opened the door for you. You were squished between the men, each of their tree trunk thighs pressed up against yours. 

Heat was starting to pool in your core, butterflies fluttering in your belly. Arthur’s hand found your denim clad thigh, squeezing it gently. 

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as he pulled up to the Days Inn. You crawled out of the car after Arthur, the doors slammed shut as you walked into the hotel. Ignoring the not so subtle looks from the receptionist, Charles lead you down the hall towards his room. Pulling out his card, he swiped it through the slot. The light turned green as the door clicked open. 

Once inside, Charles pulled off his jacket, laying it on the chair next to the desk. It wasn’t necessarily a fancy room, but the bed was definitely big enough for the three of you. The sheets were neatly folded and tucked, and you couldn’t wait to mess them up. 

Arthur unbuttoned his sleeves, pulling them up to his elbows as he pulled off his boots. You watched as Charles did the same, kicking his boots off to the side of the room. You bit your lip, turning your attention to Arthur as he crossed his arms.

“I wanna thank you for paying.” You said softly, running your hands down his chest.

“It was my pleasure, ma’am.” He mumbled, the tips of his ears turning pink. 

“Oh it will be.” You smirked, your fingers touching his belt buckle. “This okay?” You asked, meeting his azure eyes. He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing. You bit your lip, unsnapping the buckle. His breath hitched as you unbuttoned his jeans.

“Breathe Arthur.” Charles said, much closer than you realized. A wall of heat connected with your back, as he tucked his chin over your shoulder. 

You pulled him out of his jeans, your mouth watering at the sight of him. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking him.

“Jesus.” He breathed, swallowing thickly as he shut his eyes. You could feel Charles chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest.

“Feels good, don’t it?” He mused, his breath sending shivers down your spine. 

“Feels- fuck feel amazing sweetheart.” You couldn’t tell if he was talking to you or Charles, you didn’t care either way. You pulled your hand away for a second, trying and failing to hold back your smirk as he whined at the loss of contact. You spit in your hand, running your saliva over his mushroom head. “Oh Christ.” His eyes rolled in the back of his head. How damn touched starved was this man? You’d hardly touched him and from the way he was panting and cursing, it sounded like he’d blow his load any minute. And you didn’t want that to be anywhere but inside you. 

You fell to your knees, ignoring the dull ache as you dropped. 

“Honey you don’t-“

“She wants to, don’t she?” You nodded, wrapping your hands around his thick cock. You pressed a kiss to his head, smirking as you felt him suck in a breath. Charles’ hands gathered up your hair, pulling it back from your face. 

You cupped his heavy balls, fondling them as you licked a stripe up his shaft. You took him into your mouth, humming at the slightly salty taste. Hollowing your cheeks, you pushed forward. Gripping his thighs as he hit the back of your throat.

“Holy shit-“ He breathed above you, your scalp stung as Charles tugged you back. 

“This alright honey?” You nodded, sucking Arthur’s head as you looked up at Charles. He started to guide you, pushing you forward on Arthur’s cock. You focused on your breathing, tears stinging your eyes as Charles pulled you back and forth.

The moans that fell from Arthur’s lips were near pornographic. One of your hands moved from his thigh to between your legs, pressing your hand against your core. You rocked on your hand, finding some sweet friction through your jeans. 

“Oh fuck- she likes it, don’t you sweetheart?” Charles asked, his breath falling heavily from his lips. You nodded, bobbing on Arthur as you hummed. Arthur nearly crumbled, his hand flew out to grab onto Charles shoulder, steadying himself. 

“I’m not gonna- damnit- I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.” Arthur said through gritted teeth. 

You doubled down on your efforts, swallowing around him. Your eyes found his, before they rolled back into his head. His dick jumped in your mouth, spurting cum down your throat. You gagged, pulling back as you worked to swallow it all down. 

“Fuck me.” Arthur chuckled breathlessly, his thumb brushing over your lips. He pulled you to your feet, crashing his lips against yours. Charles moved your hair over your shoulder, kissing up your neck. 

“Bed.” You panted, threading your fingers through Arthur’s honey brown hair, while your other hand cradled Charles face. 

The men lead you to the bed, Charles deft fingers unbuttoning your shirt, tugging it down your body. Arthur sat back on the bed, tugging your forward by your hips. You stepped in between his parted legs, goosebumps erupting on your skin as Charles unhooked your bra. Arthur’s hand flew to your breasts, his mouth following suit as he circled your nipple with his tongue. You moaned, pulling him closer by his hair. Charles' finger hooked under your jaw, turning you to face him. He kissed you, his tongue swiping against your lips as he silently asked for entrance. 

You parted your lips, your tongue dancing against his in your mouth. You reached for Charles' belt, unbuckling it. He moaned into you as you wrapped your hand around his dick. Your eyes snapped open as you felt just how big he was. Arthur nipped at your breast, turning your attention back to him. 

“Get on the bed, sweetheart.” You nodded, tongue tied as you climbed onto the bed. Charles kicked off his pants and briefs, as Arthur’s hand wrapped around your calf, tugging you down the bed. You let out a small squeak, your heart pounding as he pulled off your jeans. “Could they be any tighter?” He chuckled.

You bit your lip, a small chuckle escaping. His fingers dipped under the waistband of your underwear, tugging them off as well. 

Now you were all bare, naked as the day you were born. Charles was stroking himself, his eyes dark and heavy as he watched you and Arthur. 

“I wanna taste.” Charles hummed, stepping closer. Arthur moved from between your legs, the bed dipping slightly as he joined you on the bed. You swallowed thickly, staring down at Charles as his broad shoulders pushed your thighs further apart. Arthur brushed a few strands back from your face, licking his lips as he looked down. 

Charles descended, licking a stripe up your slit. He sucked your clit into his mouth, a pathetic mewl falling from your lips. Your body was on fire, each nerve ablaze as he feasted on you. 

“Charles- oh god-“ He moaned into your mound, circling your clit with his tongue. Your head fell back against Arthur’s shoulder, you hadn’t even realized he’d moved behind you. You fisted his hair, your hips rising on this own accord. He slung his arm over your waist, holding you down. His tongue thrusted into your hole, licking up into you.

“Charles!” You cried, your legs trembling on either side of his head. 

“Atta girl, come on his face.” Arthur drawled behind you, throwing you over the edge. You cried out, probably pulling out his hair as hard as you cling to him. You shamelessly grind against his face as he slurped up your cum. 

He pulled back, a grin spread across his face as he panted.

“Bet she tastes perfect.” Arthur mused, trailing his hand up and down your arm.

“Wanna find out?” Charles grinned as he leaned over you. His hand wrapped around the back of Arthur’s neck as he pulled him into a kiss. Arthur’s eyes widened, a muffled noise of surprise leaving him before he melted. Charles' hard cock rubbed against your thigh as you watched the two. You were weightless beneath them, no doubt dripping at their display. They pulled apart, a line of saliva connecting them. 

“Yeah… she tastes real good.” Arthur murmured, his eyes hazy as he stared at Charles’ lips. Charles slowly swiped his thumb against Arthur’s lips before turning back to you.

“Think you’re ready for me?” You nodded, shamelessly wiggling your hips. He grinned, almost blinding you with how his face lit up. He shuffled slightly, guiding himself to your weeping core. You breathed as he pushed in, it was a pinch, but the good kind. Your moan filled the air before being swallowed by Charles. 

“So tight.” Charles moaned against your lips, his eyes half lidded as he thrusted deep. Your breath punched out of your lungs with each thrust. Arthur’s hands cupped your breasts, thumbing your nipples as your body was propelled into his lap. Charles hands gripped your hips, you’d definitely have bruises in the morning. The thought pushed you higher, knowing every time you looked at your body you’d remember this moment.

“Fuck- oh Charles-“ You whined, scrambling for purchase against Arthur.

“Ain’t that pretty.” Arthur moaned, hardening against your bare back. 

“Y/n.” Charles groaned, his eyes squeezing shut. “Where- where do you want it?”

“Inside, I’m on the pill.” You moaned, your nails digging into Arthur’s bicep. 

He thrust once, twice, three times before stilling inside you. His hips jolted with each pulse, your name falling from his lips like a prayer. You were all panting harshly, your hair stuck to your forehead with sweat. He slowly pulled out, smoothing his hand down your belly as he spread your legs.

“Pretty girl.” Charles hummed, his touch reverent. 

“Can I, sweetheart?” Arthur’s breath sent shivers down your spine as he whispered in your ear. Your head lolled back and forth as you met his eyes. Charles got up, heading to the bathroom as Arthur moved to between your thighs. 

“Shit- you were right, she’s real pretty.” Arthur chuckled, a smirk on his lips as he pumped his cock. “This all for us?” Arthur mused, his hand rubbing your thigh.

“All for you.” He scooted closer, swiping the head of his cock through your slicked folds. An overstimulated mewl left your lips.

”Arthur-“ He pushed in with a groan of his own. Your eyes rolled back, pleasure spiking up your spine. “Arthur!” You cried, your nails digging into his biceps. Arthur hissed, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face as he looked down at you. His mind was a mess, clearly thinking with his other head. Charles had kissed him, he’d tasted you on his lips. Now he was balls deep as you marked up his arms. Maybe he’d gotten knocked off the bronc earlier in the day, maybe this was all some coma induced dream. Tears pricked your eyes, clouding your vision as you looked up at him. Your body seized up, your thighs clenching around his hips as your second orgasm rocked through you. 

“God damnit.” He groaned, hanging his head as he came. Heat flooded your core, as his weight settled on top of you. He ran his nose up and down the column of your throat, your heart beat pounding in your ears. You ran your hands up and down his freckled back, looking up as Charles walked back into the room.

“You’re crushing her.” Charles chuckled, replacing your hand as he rubbed Arthur’s back. He pulled out of you with a sigh, flopping down on the bed beside you. 

You flinched as a warm rag ran down your slit. “Easy.” Charles said, like he was calming a frightened animal. You relaxed, letting him clean you up.

“Sorry.” You chuckled weakly, your hand resting between your breasts. Arthur turned to face you, brushing your hair back from your face. You smiled, leaning into his touch. The bed dipped as Charles laid down on your other side. His hand splayed across your belly as he shuffled closer. You closed your eyes, breathing in the scent of clean sheets and sex.

Arthur was sure he was still dreaming. The morning sun cut through the cheap curtains, shining directly into his eyes. He groaned, burying his face back into his pillow. Although, he didn’t remember pillows giggling.

“Not a morning person?” You teased, lightly scratching his scalp. 

“Thought you owned your own ranch, Arthur?” Charles’ baritone voice vibrated through his bones.

He pulled back, looking down at you before looking over at Charles. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain an ounce of dignity.

“Well normally I ain’t up all night.” He mumbled, heat flooding his cheeks. You chuckled, the sound warming his chest better than a cup of coffee.

“We didn’t wear you out too much did we?” 

“You forget sweetheart, Arthur’s on the older side.” Charles teased, smirking at him.

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes, not bothering to fight the smile that tugged at his lips.

“Just messing with you, fool.” Charles said, nudging his shoulder. What he would have assumed as a friendly gesture before, felt anything but. His body lit up where his elbow connected.

“Shit.” You groaned, looking over at the red blinking numbers on the alarm clock. You climbed out of bed, limping slightly.

“You alright, darlin?” Arthur asked, his hand going to your elbow to steady you.

“I’m alright, big guy.” You chuckled, patting his chest, your eyes sparkled as they met him. “Just a little sore.” He smiled sheepishly, his stomach flip-flopping. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand, his spirit falling as you pulled away. “Number?” You asked, smiling so damn sweetly up at him. He told you, and next was Charles. Both their phones buzzed as you sent a text.

“I don’t mean to run, but I was supposed to be on the road around five this morning.” You chuckled, grabbing your clothes from off the floor.

Shit, Arthur grabbed his phone, checking the time. He still had three hours before his flight, thank god.

“You’ll let us know when you get home safe, right?” Arthur asked, looking up as you zipped up your pants.

“Yes sir.” You teased, Charles chuckled as he pulled on his own pants.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He chided, although his tone lacked any heat

“Who says I can’t finish it?” You said with mock-offense, “You wanna bet?”